Lily's way out

Chapter 1:

Standing here looking at my house it gives me some kind of déjà vu, it happens every time I look to long. It reminds me of the day they dropped me of right here on this spot.

"Come on honey, ... No Lily just follow me please". I looked from under my eyelashes towards the woman bringing me to my second home this year. "Please Lily, I know for sure that this will be the last time you see me.". I felt a finger underneath my chin and I looked up into her eyes. "These people have been waiting for so long to finally meet you Lily but you will have to open up to them and you will see that this will be forever." I looked away from her face and back to the ground and made up my mind. Looking back up into her eyes gave me just enough courage to blurt out: "Lets do this".

And it was all alright for about a year, my new family was nice and I made lots of friends. I even got really close with my new brother, but after the year was over it all changed. The last check up was done and the final letter came in the mail and then it all turned around. My new dad became distant and my mom all of a sudden started spending a suspiciously amount of time at the local bar.

But my brother, my brother was still my rock. I told him everything and anything and he would always listen to me. We would play games and he would chase me around the yard until we were both to tired to walk. He taught me how to swim and how to climb into the trees in our yard.

But that was all a long time ago, he went away after that first year and everything got quiet. No more laughter coming from the kitchen, no more gaming sounds coming from the tv. No more calling each other nicknames and talking about what happened that day.

That's why I was standing there, in front of my house in stead of entering it. Lost in my thoughts about back in the day when my brother would help me make dinner and play until it was bedtime.

Now I had different things to worry about, like if my dad would me home that day and if I could avoid him. Sometimes my mom would be home at the same time as my dad and things would just get out of hand, especially if they had gone for a few drinks. They never physically hurt me, the most they did was push me around a bit or discipline me. What hurt the most where the words they would scream at me. That I was unwanted, merely a guest or some kind of ghost in their house.

I took a deep breath and that was all I could do to get me as prepared as I could get and I walked into the house.