She is a Paradox

The Burner Phone

Hey everyone! My name's Megan also known as LeaveALittleSparkle and I just want to say a huge welcome to my story and an even bigger thank you for clicking on it in the first place. I've been wanting to write a story for a while however I have lacked inspiration and motivation. However while on break from college the clogs in my brain have finally started moving again and the words have just flown out from my fingertips. So enough of me, enjoy!

I was five when my father died. Heart attack they said. Went to work one morning and never came home.

That left my mum with 6 kids, all alone.

I was 8 when she died. She couldn't handle it anymore.

They tried to look after me, my brothers, but they were young too, and when the council found out that there was a house full of kids looking after one another, off into the system we went, and care kids we became.

My 5 older brothers managed to stay together; they got sent to a home for boys in London. As for me, I've moved between kids homes and foster homes for almost 10 years. Never really had a place I could call home. 6 months left in this place then I'll be out of this one too, left on my own to face the world.

I haven't seen my brothers in about 5 years, not that they'd even want to see me. They'd be better off without me, their disaster of a sister.

I'm Astrid by the way. It's a Scandinavian name meaning Godly strength; something of which I lack.

What a cheery way to begin a story, but I'm afraid you'll have to put up with it.

You may be wondering where I am now. Well, I'm at a home for... "troubled" youths. A place where they send the ones they have absolutely no idea what else to do with. My "negative attitude" and "lack of positivity" was having a "bad affect on the other children", that's what the last place said. And after my third attempted suicide this was the place they sent me to "get better" and "brighten up my life". When you've been through as much as I have, you'll find it's a lot harder to "brighten up" than the textbooks say. Especially when you're not even allowed a phone to connect you with the outside world.

I'm a 17 year old girl, with no friends, no family and no life. I'm a disaster.

They keep saying it will help to talk, I'm not being funny, but if I wanted everybody to know my story I'd have told it by now. I wish everyone would just back off and leave me alone.

My roommate, Clara, is about the only thing close to a friend. She's bipolar and can be an absolute pain but in a place like this you take what you can get.

I keep telling everybody I'm fine, because I am, honest, I'm better now. I am.

There's this new guy at our 'communication circle' (our version of group therapy where both 'outsiders' and 'live-ins' join together). He's.... interesting to say the least. He has this whole bad boy act going on, like he's putting on this hard exterior to disguise his true feelings. He's about as much of a pain as Clara is and that's saying something. He thinks he can just walk around with his leather jacket, and long, floppy hair, and stupid face and annoy me. Just when I thought this place could get any worse, surprise! Nathan flipping Clay pops up and ruins it even more.

Why am I still talking about him?

*cough* *cough* Anyway...

As I'm sat on my bed, contemplating life, I hear a PING coming from my bag.
What on earth?

And another one

PING

But that's impossible. It can't be...

I empty the contents of my bag onto my bed, and there, laying right in front of me, is a little, black burner phone.

What the-

Wellllll... Chapter 1 done! I'm honestly so excited for how this story is going to turn out. Be sure to leave a comment and any suggestions as I'd love to hear what you guys think, it would mean the absolute most to me! Until next time! Keep happy thoughts!
And be sure to Leave a Little Sparkle wherever you go.
Megs xx