Zayn's Angel.

How it began.

Everything was on fire. I was running and running, but getting no where, I tried to scream fro my mom, but no sound came out. Then, a light flashed. They had found me! "Charlotte!" Someone was screaming my name, "CHARLOTTE."  Then I woke up.

          "Charlotte, what are you doing sleeping so late?, Get downstairs and start your chores, NOW." I rubbed my eyes and stood up, Mrs.Bram pushed me, and I stumbled forward. I headed into the bathroom and looked at myself. My face was pale and sweaty, I hated nightmares. Especially that one, I had been having that reoccurring dream since my parents were killed in a fire 5 years ago. I guess I never really got over them, I mean, they are my parents, but I never thought I would miss them so much. I washed my face, threw my hair up and went downstairs.

         "Hi Char!" The kids called yelled as I hit the last step. "Hi guys." I said, heading to find the mop. See, I live in an orphanage, and since I'm the oldest child, (I'm 17) I get treated the worst, and I have to do everything.. The upside is all the kids here love me, I guess it's because I'm the only person who doesn't hit them for laughing and having fun...

                                                                         <<<LATER<<<

"You worthless maggot" Mrs.Bram spat as she slapped me, I stood up and began to descend the stairs, but she pulled me back by my hair and slapped me again, "Don't you walk away from me, you bitch!"  I ran as fast as I could into my room and locked the door. I slumped down and the dusty floor and began to cry. No, I wasn't going to put up with this anymore, I'm gonna run away, I thought. I'll wait until everyone's asleep, pack what little I have, and go. I'm not sure where, but it will be better than this. I grabbed my little pink duffel and put my stuff in it, shoved it under my bed, set my alarm, and lay down. This was going to be a long night.