Life's little turn's (Completed){under editing}

Her Gift

The afternoon went on quietly although I couldn't shake the feeling that something big was going to happen, my stomach was in knots and my nerves was shot, my skin felt like something was crawling all over it and the hairs at the back of my head stood at attention. This wasn't good, what if the other girls was right, and the torture they were going to put us through is just around the corner, another shiver ran down my spine. Ever since I was eleven years old I had the ability to feel when change or something bad was going to happen, a feeling of foreboding would come over me. That was how I knew beforehand that something bad was coming just before my parents died, I just didn't know how or exactly when it was going to happen or what was going to happen, I have always been different from other kids and people in general. The night they died the feeling had hit me full force and I was begging my parents for us to leave and go somewhere else, but they told me I was being silly and we couldn't leave, I wanted to climb the walls that night. I also knew that something bad was going to happen when I went out with my friends, for more than a week I had that feeling, but they didn't want to take no for an answer and they didn't listen to my excuses. In the end I gave in and went with them and now look where the hell that got me. If only I listened to that voice in my head that told me not to go I wouldn't be here now. I would be in my one bedroom apartment with my things I have collected over the years and would be sleeping in my warm cosy bed instead of this hard cold one I am sitting on now.

Only I didn't know that this was my destiny and I was chosen to be here by some entity that I didn't even knew existed, not like the others who were taken randomly just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, that I will only find out later. I sat and thought back on my life just like before; I had a pretty happy childhood with my parents. They were loving and caring and we were a real family, it was the best years of my life, that was until that awful night when something came into our home and killed my parents brutally. Till this day I don't know what it was, the police said it was a stray wolf, but I knew I saw something else in the house that night, a normal stray wolf couldn't do the damage that was done to my parents. Of course they didn't believe me and said that I only thought I saw a monster because of the trauma I went through, after that my life went to crap, I was put into an orphanage because there was no other family who could take me in and care for me. At thirteen I couldn't take the abuse of the caretakers anymore and ran away from there. Living on the streets for almost a year when an older couple found me and took me in, it was hard, food wasn't at the ready and I had to dive through dumpsters just to be able to eat . Back then if I knew beforehand what lay ahead, I would have chosen the streets ten times over.

 Sleeping under cardboard boxes behind those same dumpsters, trying to stay warm and safe wasn't the easiest life to live, but it was still better than the orphanage. The older couple even went to the social workers and adopted me, I thought that I was safe and had a family again, but I was wrong so very wrong. It wasn't long after they adopted me that they started to abuse me as well, I couldn't understand how people that seemed so nice and caring could turn into such monsters, I also couldn't understand what I had done wrong to always end up in those type of situations. They moved me out of the room upstairs and would lock me up in the basement at night, they said I was a freak and didn't deserve to have nice things so I only had a banged up bed and dilapidated dresser in my basement room. They let me go to school during the day but not before I made them breakfast and cleaned the kitchen, I became their maid and punching bag. When I would come home from school I had to clean their house, do the washing and ironing and then I had to make them dinner, if I didn't do it their way or did it wrong according to them, they would beat me with a wip. After they ate (in which I wasn't allowed to eat with them) I would clean the kitchen again and they would lock me back down in the basement. That was the time I used to do my homework right after fixing myself up from the beatings they gave me, it was also the time I would reflect back on my life and everything that had happened, wishing and praying for things to change. When I turned eighteen and finished school I left with my little amount of belongings and started taking care of myself again, I never went back there again and promised myself that I would stay as far away from people like them for the rest of my life. I wasn't doing too bad for myself when all of this happened, I had my own small apartment and a good job, I was at least safe and didn't have to cower away from people or fear of getting hurt by anyone. I didn't live wealthy but I didn't have a short on the basic things to stay alive. I cursed again under my breath when I came out of my reverie, now all of my hard work has gone down the drain thanks to these assholes and again I was in a situation were I could get hurt or worse and again I had to fear for my life. I was so angry at myself for being so fucking dumb and ignoring the one thing I knew to not ignore, but today right here I am making a promise to myself, if I survive this no matter what condition I might be in, I will never ever make the same mistake again and go against my feelings, this was another hard lesson to learn and I will not be hurt or fear anything again for the rest of my life. I will make sure to go live where there are no other people around me, it will be just me and the woods around me, having made my resolve I lifted my head high and pushed all and any feelings away, this was what was going to keep me alive and help me keep my promise to myself, no one and nothing will brake me.......