blueberrymarf
I'd just lost my parents to a murder and the police have yet to find out who, life just wasn't going all that well for me, I've had to crash at my best friend Eleanor's ever since, and everyday I still worry that one day I'll be taken away. That services will find some reason to take me. They always seem to, last time I got taken away (for practically no reason at all) the only contact I had with Eleanor was letters and occasional visits. It was such a horrid thing. I hated services. I despised the very thought of them, if I'd ever have to deal with them again, I'd say I'd try and run away. I mean that.