A Lost Girl

by Motleybear

This is the story of a girl who has been lost her whole life, but when she is taken to Neverland she finds herself for the first time. Neverland is a gruesome place that houses children who never grow up, but it seems you have to grow up just to survive. Yet this young girl finds herself right at home. This is my first story so be gentle. M just to be safe

1. Chapter 1

Chapter One

For me my eighteenth birthday was more than freedom from my parents or crossing over into adulthood. I had spent all of my life living with a foster family that told me nothing of where I came from. I desperately needed answers that they either never knew or never gave me. I didn't know where I was from or what happened to my parents. All I knew was I was left on a church's steps.

Despite my lack of answers, my foster family was always good to me. They weren't the evil foster parents that people like to think foster parents are. They were truly in it to help children and to love them when no one else did. I just didn't have that natural bond that biological families have and I missed it desperately. Of course I knew they weren't my parents but they tried to treat me and the others as if we were.

That's why I felt so bad when I decided to leave a week after I turned eighteen. They were crushed. They offered me a home any time but I knew I wouldn't be taking it. I loved them but I had no identity there. There I was just a kid that wasn't loved enough to keep so I was given away. I could never be me. I wanted to know where I came from and if I couldn't have that I wanted to make a life for myself. Of course it would be hard, especially when I saw the tears well in the eyes of my foster mom as she hugged me goodbye. I was her first foster kid. In her eyes I belonged to her. I wish I had belonged to her.

As I drove out of the driveway, I saw my foster siblings waving goodbye and my foster dad hold my foster mom as she cried. Tears rolled down my cheek and I felt as if I had been punched in the gut, but I kept driving.

I had no place to go. I would live in my car until I could get an apartment. McDonald's didn't pay as much as I'd like but it was money. I parked In a Walmart parking lot and tried to stop crying. As I tried to stop the tears I began to sob even harder because I couldn't stop. I sat there crying for what seemed like hours. Soon tears wouldn't fall anymore which made me even sadder. I knew I had chosen this, but it was still hard. I didn't want to be alone. I hated leaving my foster family. But I didn't know how to be that person anymore.

I was always the lost girl that was placed with a family that tried to find me. But I couldn't be found. You can't find someone who doesn't know how to find themselves. Deep down I had lost hope on ever knowing about the past or about myself, but there was still that little flicker of denial that kept me wanting to find answers.

As I thought of all of this I reclined my car seat and shut my now puffy eyes. I was hungry but I didn't have the energy to get up. I was fine with wallowing in my jumbled up life. It was a hard day and I let myself feel whatever I wanted. I deserved at least a day of that. Tomorrow I was going to wake up and put on my big girl panties and deal with my life. Tomorrow I was going to find myself.