"Freak!"
"No wonder everyone brought you back!"
"You're like that Christmas gift that no one wants!" I heard some of the kids yell at me as I am walking towards the room assigned to me all those 14 years ago. I sit on the edge of the bed with the light orange bedspread, slamming the door closed with my foot. I sigh loudly and fall back onto the bed. I close my eyes and think back. Back to where it all began. The oldest memory I have. I was around 4 years old then, and I guess it what was a normal day at the time. My parents, from what I could find out about them, had a lot of money. You couldn't call them rich, but they definitely weren't poor. I smile at the thought of having a family. At having a life outside of this hell. I smile. Remembering, thinking how easy it would have been. How peaceful, and happy life would be if they weren't so selfish. There was nothing I could do now though. I can't dwell on the past. I have done that for far too long. I made it. I'm alive, and although my life hasn't been the best, it's what happened. My real parents gave me up. Just dropped me off one day with an aunt, and then left. Of course, my aunt couldn't take care of me. She was struggling with mental health problems. She could barely take care of her own child. So she brought me to St. Mary's Home For Children. A catholic orphanage for kids.
You would think that since I was so young I would be adopted easily, and you would be right. I was adopted after only a few weeks of being there. The thing is, even being a young child, I had a mind. I was bitter about being abandoned. I hated authority. I just wasn't the perfect little child I looked like and that all the families wanted. So I was sent back. Again and again. The kids made fun of me. They kept saying that something was wrong with me. I kept telling them off. Or hitting them, I think even the nuns got sick of me after a while. There wasn't anything I could do about it though. I tried to escape, but you would be surprised how security is in these places. When I got adopted, I always had this sliver of hope. That this would be the family to accept me. To love me. To be the people who I would live with. But that would never happen. I was always returned. My life was like a broken record, it just kept repeating itself, until now.
Tomorrow is my 18th birthday. Tomorrow is the day that I escape, and the day that I am finally able to be my own person. I'll be able to go out on my own. Yeah. It scared me. The thought of having nowhere to go, but I'll figure something out I'm a fairly intelligent person. The real question is where will that intelligence get me...
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And I would like to thank the one and only u/3879265/ Velika Sivertounge. I had this idea in Art class and she helped me develop characters and some of the plot. Which was kinda hard for her, since she hasn't seen Sherlock. YET! Anyway Thanks for reading, and most importantly, THANKS VELIKA!