Unwanted

Where am I? What's this pain? As I wake up in a room with cords attached to my body and my leg propped up in pain. "Yes he's got three broken ribs a broken leg and a traumatic brain injury." A nurse speaking to my caseworker "Oh your awake how are you feeling? You shouldn't be in to much pain right now we just gave you some pain killers to help" the nurse said.

As I look around and see my caseworker come over to ask questions I start to shake and get nervous with how close he is getting I start to breath hard and panic. Why am I panicking I don't understand but for some reason I don't like it when people get to close. Mr. Johnson looks at me and says "What happened?". That's right what happened let me think.

Let's start with the beginning when it all started. Anytime I asked grandma where my parents were she would tell me that she found me next to a dumpster on a rainy night with no body else in sight. Grandma took me in when I was a newborn and raised me until I turned 7.

If you think my grandma loved me then you were wrong she forced me to do all the chores bring her food and would yell or hit me when I would do something wrong. But I wasn't the only one there were 6 others all girls and I was the oldest. Each time a new one showed up she continued to say that she found us while walking on the street. There was one older but the girl left with someone when she turned 11.

Anytime we went out she would be with us. We weren't allowed to go to school have friends or even talk unless we were at home. When she was angry she would beat me and then say you were supposed to be a girl your only good for taking my beatings and doing labor. One day she brought another child home and that's when it started an hour after she brought the child home the police pulled up to arrest her for child trafficking.

As soon as they broke the door down my supposedly grandma killed herself in front of us. Blood everywhere, children crying while I stood there thinking I was finally free. A while later I was put into the foster system cause they couldn't find my parents and didn't know when I got taken.

The first family I was put into didn't last long they had 2 girls and didn't want me to stay with them after a year I moved. The next family I was put into was an older couple who were nice and gentle but they were keeping me until they found a stable home for me to move into. When I was nine I went to the next family. They had 2 other kids but they didn't seem to like me much.

Anytime I would talk or anytime I would say I was hungry the mom would yell or slap me but it wasn't as bad as my monsters beatings. My food servings were less than everyone else's and my clothes all had holes in them. All the cleaning in the house was left to me if I didn't do something right I would be yelled at. While the other 2 kids would sit there and laugh. Although I did go to school I didn't talk about it cause I was tired of moving.

After a while I quit talking and became lonely, depressed, and felt unwanted. After a year of this torture I just wanted this to end. In the middle of the night with all hope lost I walked down the street and into some woods with a creek as I kept walking I found a waterfall. As i stood above the waterfall thinking about my life and how everything was wrong since the beginning I jumped.

Falling was peaceful but as I hit the water I realized how shallow it was with rocks and debris at the bottom. My left leg was in pain and my head was bleeding while I could barely breath and felt like I was suffocating it finally felt like the end. While I was under water in pain with my chest hurting I felt sleepy was this how it felt to die. With my eyes closed and floating down the river I fell asleep.

Who's talking, where am I as I open an eye in a lot of pain I see blood and feel blood all over the ground "Hey you okay what's going on how are you this hurt let me call someone."