Chapter One.
If you loved me, why'd you leave me?
I believe that we all have our own very unique story to tell and the way we live our life is how we do so. Our story is the reason we are alive. We all live out our lives for different reasons and experience things in different ways. But the one thing that remains the same for each and every single one of us is how our story begins, the day we are born. I guess you could say that my story really started ten days after I was born in late October 1995.
The Herald –18 October 1995
Late this afternoon a young infant was found in an alleyway just off Queen Street, tucked securely in a plain brown cardboard box with the word 'fragile' scribbled in black marker all over the sides. Mr Andrew Potts, a local businessman, was doing his daily run when he heard the newborn screams. "I was shocked," stated Mr Potts on his reaction to finding the baby. "As soon as I found her I called my wife and told her I would be late for dinner, and then I called the police straight away."
There has been no such luck on finding the infant's birth parents as of yet, the lead detective on the case has yet to announce any news regarding the parents, they did, however, state that "the little girl is surprisingly healthy for her condition, which leads us to believe that she hadn't been out in the cool autumn air for too long."
The young infant is believed to be about 8-10 days old.
The Herald - 26 January 1996
Late last year a young infant was left for dead in an alleyway on Queen Street. Authorities strongly believe that the parents will not come forward. Since then young Ally has been placed in a temporary foster home.
From what I was told growing up, it was obvious that they weren't coming forward. I mean they left me in a box in an alleyway, it can't really get any more obvious than that. I was placed into the foster care system from a very young age. I had two families before I was three. I had the Potts, the ones who found me till I was two and then the Henderson's.
They adopted me just after I had turned three. They had tried to conceive for years, they tried all types of fertility options, but nothing was working for them, that was how they came to the conclusion of adoption. I was given the best childhood an adopted child could ask for, they taught me to ride a bike, taught me to read and write, but most of all I learnt what being a family was all about. At the age of eleven, I was starting to notice the differences between my parents and I. They both had brown hair and bright blue eyes, whereas I had auburn coloured hair, light freckles that scattered all over my face and piercing green eyes, or as mum liked to say, dazzling emerald eyes. They explained to me how I was adopted and that they loved me even more than they ever thought was possible.
I was eternally grateful for my mum and dad and I was lucky that I got eleven whole years with them.
2nd April 2010
Dear Journal,
It has been one whole week and I don't know how to even comprehend what has happened, one minute we were all happy and next thing I know I'm burying both of my parents at the age of 14.
It had started out as any normal Sunday; we were driving to our local café for brunch after Sunday mass. We were hit by an oncoming car. Dad, being the driver was killed on impact and mum, she died shortly after. Her last words to me were "Be happy Ally, we love you."
I miss you both
-Ally.
November 2010
Dear mum,
I moved in with my second family last week, the second since you and dad left me, I don't think they like me. They have two other children. Brock is a couple of years younger than me. He kept throwing things at me and saying horrible things to me. You would be disgusted at how he talks, the foul language that comes out of his mouth, especially as he's only twelve years old. I just don't understand how his parents let him get away with it. Dad would have hated the little guy. Alyssa is the other child, she's the same age as me and she is honestly the devil's child. I know, I know, I should give her the benefit of the doubt, but mum you should have seen her. She has spilt multiple juices and sodas all over me on "accident" and she's tripped me multiple times. This all in the first week!
I started high school with her on Monday, Alyssa is actually in a few of my classes. She has turned the whole entire year against me already. I don't understand what I have done to offend her. You always said to give people the benefit of the doubt, but I'm really struggling here mum. I really am.
Why did you leave me here all alone?
-Ally
March 2011,
Dear mum,
I wasn't good enough again. I never am.
All I want is to see you come through the front door, to see your face one more time. Just for you to hug me one more time and for you to take me home.
-Ally.
October 2012
Dear mum and dad,
It's my birthday today. I guess I can say that I definitely haven't had a dull life. I'm 17 today and all I can say is that I'm lonely, I'm sad and I don't know how to go on.
-Ally
May 2013
Dear Mum
I'm in my ninth foster home now and Kate my social worker thinks I need therapy. She still thinks I'm traumatised from our crash. I know I have nightmares regularly, but I'm fine.
I don't know what I think of this family at the moment, but they seem reasonably nice. They have a five year old girl you would adore and have twins on the way.
Kate emailed me the other day saying that I'm only staying with this family for one more month then I'm moving across the country. Hopefully, my next foster home will be the last. I guess people don't really want teenagers living with them. But if I'm being honest, I don't want someone to adopt me. I want to stay Ally Henderson.
-Ally Henderson.
2nd June 2013
Dear Mum
I finally have a place where I'm staying for the foreseeable future; I'm starting school in a month's time. Mrs Webber is an older lady with the kindest heart. I actually have a room with a window and curtains. I have my own bed and dresser. She even gave me a desk and bookshelf.
Mrs. Webber also helped me get a part-time job; which means I can save up for college
Maybe things are looking up after all.
Love Ally.
A/N: Okay, this has just really been a chapter to get the story started, so stay tuned for the next chapter.
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