It hurts, it hurts so much.
I am lying on the cold basement floor trying to stay as still as possible so not to hurt anymore than I am now, but it's not working because I keep crying and shaking which is causing so much pain to spread throw my whole body.
I just got a beating, again, by my foster father and it was the worst one I have ever got ting from him.
I've been here for only a week and a half and it's already this bad.
I want to leave but I know I can't, I'll be found and I have nowhere and no one to go to I'm all alone like I have been my whole life.
I've been in the foster system for 15 years, since I was one, and I've had some horrible things happen to me, beating isn't the worst trust me.
I've been to over 30 different homes in the last 15 years I've lost count, some were really nice but then other… well let's just say they shouldn't be allowed to foster children.
I hear footsteps coming down the steps of the basement and I start to panic like really panic, I suffer from panic attacks.
My breathing quickens and I'm starting to loose my breath due to the panic attack.
The person opens the door to the basement, but I close my eyes and shield my face, gasping in pain from the movement, waiting for the impact I know will come but nothing happens so I move my hands a little from my face and open my eyes.
Kneeling down beside me is Amanda, my social worker, with tears in her eyes. She takes out her phone and calls an ambulance, she's use to seeing me like this and it has become quite the rautine yet every time you can see it in her eyes that her heart breaks for me, she's the closest thing I've got to call family.
Amanda picks my head up and places it on her knees and starts to stroke my hair in a soothing manor.
My eyes start to shut when I hear the sirens of the ambulance and police outside, and just as my eyes close I see a bunch of paramedics burst through the door and then I blank out.
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I wake up to the sound of beeping coming from the machines in the room I am in, in the hospital.
I turn my head to the left then the right but there was no one there so I just lay there staring up at the ceiling.
I few minutes later the door opens and Amanda walks in when she see that I am awake she give me a small smile, she walks further in closing the door behind her, she has a cup of coffee in her hand as she walks over to the side of the bed where I lay.
"How do you feel?"she asks, just like she has done countless times before.
"Okay I guess" I reply in a quite voice.
She huffs and her shoulders slum as she looks to the ground but then looks back up at me saying "I am so sorry, you don't deserve any of this"
"It's okay, I'm use to it" I say looking down at my hands and playing with my fingers.
"The thing is you shouldn't be use to it, the things you have been though… should not happen to anyone especially you, you are such a sweet, caring person and wouldn't hurt a fly, you don't deserve any of this." Tears start to spill from her eyes as she tightly hugs me, but not tight enough where it hurts, and my eyes begin to water.
The door opens again and a doctor comes in, we pull away from each other and wipe are tears and the doctor waits patiently with a soft smile on his face.
"Hello again miss Jones, well to start of you should be able to leave within the next three days just to make sure you will be okay, you have lost quite the bit of blood and have a few cuts and bruises nothing is broken this time but you will still be pretty painful in places, so I advise you be careful and to be cautious when you are walking. That is all and I hope I never have to see you in here again," as the doctor, Dr Smith, says the last bit a small smile makes it way on my face.
The doctor soon leaves after making sure I was okay and asked if I needed anything which I declined.
"you will finally be safe" Amanda suddenly says, confusing me on what she is talking about.
"What?" I ask.
"There is a place where I think you might be able to go, your lucky a space has opened up to be honest, I've tried getting you in before but never been successful"
"In where?"
"There is a house for kids like you that opened about two years back and a one of the kids left about a month ago and they have just opened the space up yesterday, that's why I was there so early I came to get you cause I got you the space"
"What is this place like?" I ask starting to panic a little
'I hope it's not like the other places' I thought to myself.
"It's a care kids heaven, it's for kids aged 4-17 who don't have a home or family, and it is really hard to get in to its that good we're pretty lucky I got you in actually"
After she tells me this I instintly calm down and start to get excited.
I will finally have somewhere to call home, no more beatings,no more having to move every week and no more having to make new friends every time I do move, not like I had many anyway.
"When do I go?" I ask excitedly.
"As soon as you leave here I've already got all your stuff in my car." She answers smiling down at me, I smile to and I think it might be the biggest smile I have had in years.
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Right now I am sitting in the passenger seat of amandas car on my way to the 'kids heaven', as they've called it, don't even ask why they called it that Amanda said it was because that is exactly what it is. There are a total of twelve kids living there at the moment and adding me makes thirteen.
The car stops in a big drive way with three other cars parked in it, I look out the window and see the three storie house standing tall and proud.
It's beautiful and big with a big wooden porch and big windows, the house is a ____ colour and with the green of the grass round it makes it look even more beautiful, they definitely know how to look after this house even though it's full of kids.
"You ready" Amanda asks turning to look at me.
I turn my head away from the window and look at her and I say.
"Yes".
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Hello people this is my second book but I deleted the first one cause I had no idea where I was going with it
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Teen FictionEmma Jones is 16 and has been in the foster system for 15 years, ever since her parents died. After all the beatings from past homes and moving from place to place she finally finds somewhere she thinks she might be able to call home But during...
