I know what this originally said but I have decided to make some changes to this story its going to be more of a fanfic and include a few characters from Trinity Blood and it set in the world of the anime. I hope you all enjoy it and give it a chance thanks! Please enjoy and review!

"Ow!" I said as I hit the ground in the puddle, the muddy water gots all over me and stained my dress, it was my last good one. Some gots in my eye and stung a little.

All the kids looked over at me and laughed, why did they have to be so mean?

"That look suits you Erica" Tommy said, he was the one who pushed me, he always does.

"Definatly your color" Michelle said, she was like Tommy but instead of hurting kids she'd teased them.

The other kids were just like them, always teasing and hurting me, none of them liked me at all. I don't understand why I never did nothin to them.

"Why do you have to be so mean?" I asked, I coulds feel myself starting to cry.

"Beceause your so easy to pick on" Tommy said in between laughs.

"Yeah whose gonna stand up for someone like you?" Michelle asked.

I coulds really feel myself starting to cry and I ran inside everybody still laughing at me. One of the other boys, Jimmy, tripped me while I was running and I cut my knee, it only made everyone laugh harder. I got up and ran as fast as I could inside crying my eyes out.

I ran over to Mrs. Webber, she was kind of like the mom of this place she took care of us, but she didn't really like any of us, its was just her job. She was old and had lots of wrinkles on her face and had short white hair. She blamed that on us.

"You stupid kids! Its your fault I look like this!" She would always yell.

She'd always get angry when we missed behave and punished us, depending on what we did she might hit us. I don't think she liked kids or this job at all, she just needed that thing called money.

"You little brats are so lucky I get paid for this!" She would yell at us, only a few of us knew what she meant, I was one of them.

I didn't like Mrs. Webber but I didn't know where else to go to.

"Mrs. Webber! Mrs. Webber!" I yelled crying as I ran to her office and knocked on her door.

"Oh for god's sake what is it?" She said opening the door.

"Erica what the hell!" She said when she saw me "You ruined your dress again!?"

"I-It wasn't me Mrs. Webber, Tommy pushed me again"

"Young lady I am so sick of your lies! Tommy is an angel he'd never do something like that"

"Buts he did Mrs. Webber!"

"Enough!" She shouted, I flinched and shut my eyes worried she might hit me.

Thankfully she didn't, instead she picked me up and put me on the sink in her bathroom.

"That's it I'm so tired of you ruining your clothes all the time the next time we get a donation you don't get to pick any"

"B-But Mrs. Webber" I cried, I loved picking out new clothes it was one of the few good things about this place. People would always come in with bags of clothes they didn't want anymore, I don't know why they didn't want them they were so pretty. I'd always try and get some but everyone would always just shove me out of the way and pick stuff out first. When they were done, I'd get to look through what ever was left. I didn't mind I just liked to get clothes.

"Not one! Now hold still" She shouted.

She roughly grabbed my face and scrub it with a wet cloth trying to get the dirt off. She then did the same to my arms and legs.

"Your just going to have to look dirty all the time, it shouldn't really be a problem for you since you like playing in the dirt so much."

"But it was To-"

"Quiet!" She yelled pressing on one of my cuts.

"Ow!" I shrieked, it stung a lot when she touched it. Mrs. Webber glared at me and I knew I shouldn't say anything else, but I could stop myself from crying while she cleaned me up.

"Now hold on a moment." She said angrily and left me there on the sink.

I just continued crying, why did everyone have to be so mean to me? I never dids nothing to no one.

"Hold still" Mrs. Webber said walking quickly through the door with a spray bottle and some bandages. She sprayed the stuff in the bottle on my cut on me and it stung really bad.

"Ow!" I yelled again and I went to grab my knee but she pushed my hand away.

"Don't touch it its cleaning it out you fool." She said.

Mrs. Webber then took the bandages and tied it around my knee to cover up the cut, I will admit it felt a little better.

She picked me up and set me down on the ground.

"Now get out I don't want to see or hear you until supper and even then I don't wanna hear your stupid crying or lies"

"M-Mrs. Webber…?"

"Are you deaf child? What did I just say?"

"B-But Mrs. Webber…I was just wondering ifs anyone wants to take me home with them yet"

Mrs. Webber suddenly started laughing, but it wasn't a happy laugh it was a laugh like the bad guys do when they hurts the good guy in movies.

"Of course not who in their right mind would want to take you home with them?" She laughed.

It only mad me cry harder as I realized I wasn't going to get out of here any time soon.

I ran back to my room that I shared with four other girls, all of which who didn't like me either. They always steal my things and rip or break them, I had to hide all the stuff I liked under the floor. I climbed into my bed and just started crying against the rough sheets, I had no pillow or blanket the other girls stole them too. The sheets that were already on the bed were not soft at all and very uncomfortable.

"W-Why does everyone hate me?" I cried, I didn't understand it, I had lived in this place for as long as I can remember. It's not a very long time considering I'm only five and I can't remember anything before I was three. My earliest memory is being pushed into a puddle similar to what happened today, except it was by a boy whose not here anymore.

Lots of times grown ups would show up here and they'd come and look at all us kids, like we were something at a store to buy, sometimes they'd be nice and talk to us though but most of the time they just looked. Every now and then somebody would come in and take one of us home with them and we'd never see them again. I heard one of the grown ups talking one time they said it was called "adoption".

Most of us kids couldn't wait to be taken home, we all hated this place but most of all, once you were taken home it meant you'd finally have a mama and dada, and there's nothing more in this world that I want more than a mama and dada.

I never knew my mama or dada or if I ever had one. Mrs Webber said I never did, she said someone dumped me here when I was a baby and she was left with the burden of me. She said my real mama and dada probably knew what a rotten kid I was and didn't want me, the other kids said the same thing. But I knew they were wrong I knew if I had a mama or a dada they'd be nice like me and love me and I'd love them. I just don't see why they'd get rid of me before I even gots to know them.

I had hoped that some day some grown ups would come and take me home with them, I didn't care if they weren't my real mama and dada, of course I want to be with them but I really just wanted a mama and dada that loved me and would take of me. Because right now, I have no one, absolutely no one.

No body here cared about me, about whether or not I'd wake up in the morning, actually most of the time they were upset when I did. They didn't want me to have any of the donated clothes at all, Mrs. Webber said she only let me have some to keep her job. They didn't even want me to have the food they served here, as nasty as it was, they only gave me what I needed to stay alive, everyone else would get seconds.

The only real joy I got here was when someone would donate their old stuff aside from clothes, I'd get any books if there were any. No body here ever wanted the books so I always got them all, since they were my only form of entertainment I was able to teach myself how to read and boy did I love it! I loved reading new stories all the time I was able to lose myself in the story and jut forget about the world around me for alittle while. It was like I wasn't even parts of this world, I was in the world of the story. I always had to hide my books though, the other girls in my room always ripped them.

I decided the best way to calm myself was to do just that, read. I picked up the loose floorboards and took out of the books I was in the middle of reading it was called The Catcher and the Rye. It was about a boy who ran away from school and was traveling around before he could go back home since his parents still thought he was at school. It was a little weird and confusing, but I loved the main character Holden Caufield. He could never fit in no matter where he went or what he did, and that's exactly what always happened to me.

I was just starting to get engrossed in the story when I heard footsteps in the hall and I quickly hid the book.

"Hey loser." Juliet said as she walked in.

"Still crying you big baby?" Natalia asked. They were two of my roommates.

I didn't say anything I just looked down, I hated the way they talked to me.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Natalia yelled, again I didn't move.

"You should be grateful that she is." Juliet said.

"You should be grateful we let you stay in our room at all." Natalia said.

"…What is it." I said quietly.

"Oh look it can talk." Juliet said, pretending to be surprised.

Natalia walked over to me and grabbed me by the collar so I'd have to look at her.

"I heard you told Mrs. Webber Tommy pushed you." She said, again I didn't reply and just looked at the floor.

"You are so lucky I don't tell him and have him come in here and pull your hair again." She said.

I hated when they pulled my hair, it hurt so bad. She threw me to the ground and step on my hand hard.

"OW!" I cried.

"Quiet" Juliet said.

"Next time we won't be so nice so no more tattling." Then Juliet and her left me there, crying on the floor holding my throbbing hand.

I hated to this place so much, I wondered if I would ever get out of here. I wanted to go to a place where people liked me and where I could be happy. I wish I could just run away from everything like Holden.

Wait…maybe I could run away! No one would know or miss me and I could finally get out of here! Yes! I was so excited about leaving that I immediately stopped crying.

I ran over to Natalia's bed and stole her blanket. I took all my things, my few dirty clothes and my books and I tied them in the blanket. Then I opened the window and climbed out, good thing I was on the bottom floor. I knew no one would care that I was gone, they probably wouldn't even notice. One things for sure, I wouldn't miss them either, I started to walk down the street into the unknown.