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Those Who Bleed and Those Who Pray

Prologue

It was a happy and lively party, filled with life and love. The night was young and everyone was laughing, dancing and eating…except for one girl and her baby sister who were sitting on the sidewalk watching everyone dance. The girls were visiting with their parents whose friends were hosting the block party. Don't get them wrong, the two girls loved parties because of the free food, the only thing was, they had been there for three hours straight non-stop. The oldest girl looking about 17, had shoulder blonde hair with black highlights, she wore blue jeans and a light pink shirt.

The smallest girl looking about five, had long dark brown hair pulled back in to a ponytail, a white shirt with a dark blue jean jumper. The little longhaired girl fell asleep after the second hour and was sleeping, or curled up on her sister's lap who was petting her hair. Suddenly the music stopped abruptly, people stopped laughing and children began to cry. The oldest girl stood up, holding her baby sister in her arms as the little girl was waking up. "What the hell are you doing here?!?" She heard someone say, it sounded like her father's friend. "Psst! Hey Angela!"

The girl, Angela, turned to see the friend she had made during the party, Mimi. "Mimi, what's goin' on?" Anna whispered. Mimi shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I guess that Mr. Roman knows him." Mimi whispered back. "…Annie…'s going on?" Angela looked down at the little girl in her arms. "Shhh…its okay Gabby. Go back to sleep." Angela rocked her. Gabby shook her head as she rubbed her eyes. The girls giggled at her but their happiness was soon short lived by a gunshot that rang out, almost deafening. Screaming was heard from the crowd of people, and a laughter that made Angela, Mimi and Gabby shiver with fear.

"Kill them all!!!" The voice said. Everyone ran; trampling people, people falling bringing others down with them…the scene was utter chaos. Angela soon saw a large group of men with guns in their hands. Angela held Gabby tight in one arm and grabbed Mimi's hand as they ran from the gun shooters. People got shot and fell to the ground lifelessly, other people tripping over the dead bodies others running over the bodies. Gabby looked over Angela's sholder and saw what to her appeared to be monsters. Mimi screamed as shots were fired. Many people got to their cars and drove off, some piling as many other people as their car, truck and van allowed them.

If the situation weren't life threatening, Angela would have found it humorous. A red pick-up truck was starting up; Mimi said she knew the person driving it and raced through the crowd. five people where in the back scared out of their wit, huddling together. Mimi had a hard time getting up on the back of the truck; Angela mistakenly put Gabby down to help her friend, in a rush she grabbed a hand and pulled them on. The truck went only 10 m.p.h. because of the many cars trying to get out. Angela turned to look at Gabby only it wasn't her sister but some person she had unknowingly helped on.

Mimi screamed and pointed behind the truck at Gabby who running as fast as her small legs could carry her. "Annie!!!" Her arms waved wildly in front of her trying to grab the pick-up truck. "Oh God! Gabriela!!" Angela reached over the back of the truck and stretched her hand out to her baby sister. Three people behind her held her from her waist to keep her from falling over. "Take my hand!!" finger tips hit twice until both sisters hands met in a firm hold. "Hold on to my hand!!" Angela shouted pull her up. "Wahh!! D-don't let go!!" The truck began to speed up to about 42 m.p.h., Angela's grip was slipping, yet she tried to hold on to ther sister as hard as she could. The truck hit a speed bump doing a high hydraulics almost two feet, the sudden jerk made Angela lose her grip and her sister.

"AAHHHHHHHHHAA!!!" Gabriela flew backwards, her hand still reaching out. Her back hit the ground twice before hit her back once again then hitting her head. Angela and the others watched helplessly as the little girl's body hit the ground and bounced until she laid motionless on the ground. Angela's face went pale; her eye's widened as she screamed over the crowds of people screams. "GABRIELA!!!!" The three people behind her cried still holding her waist keeping her from jumping off the truck. The truck swerved, doing one last hydraulics before it crashed into two another cars and burst into flames. The little girl eyes were still open only a dull color as a single tear fell sideways from her left eye.

Gabriela soon woke up, her body achy and sore. She attempted to move her left arm but to no avail, she used her right arm to push herself up. Just as she did, a doctor and two police officers came in. She was taught by someone that police people were the good guys, but who did she learn it from? "Well your up, that's good. How do you feel kid?" Gabby simply nodded. "Do you know where you're parents are?" Another officer asked. Gabby just shook her head slowly. "I…don't have any…" The police and doctor looked at her. The doctor soon walked up to her. "Do you know where you are?" He asked. "…no…" "You're at the hospital, do you know why?" He asked.

"For a…check up?" She smiled. The doctor shook his head. "No, not quite. You're here because you were found on the street and got a nasty bump on you head." The doctor pointed out. Gabby put her right hand on the side of her head and felt the bandages wrapped around her head. She sighed and put her hand down. before the doctor frowned and asked one last question. "Tell me…what's your name little girl?" Gabby looked at him as if confused she put her head down and looked at her hand. "…I…I don't know……" She whispered to herself. "What was that?" The doctor asked. She picked her head up and asked him a question. "…Doctor…who am I?" The doctor and police officers looked baffled at the small girl; she didn't know who she was.

"I don't re-remembur anyting!" She looked at them desperately as if they knew who she was; her eye's brimmed with tears ready to fall. The doctor sighed and looked at the officers. "Call the orphanage and tell them that you're bringing a girl with amnesia." "What about a name?" The officer asked. "They don't need a name, they'll take her." The doctor sighed again, roughly this time. "The only orphanage for miles is the Gothem Orphanage and they require a name." "…Danielle?" "What?" They looked at the girl who smiled. "Danielle."

"You want to be called 'Danielle'?" The doctor asked. 'Danielle' nodded with a smile. The police soon took her to the orphanage. In the police car, they told her that the orphanage would be a nice place for her to live until she was adopted. "Adapted?" "No, adopted." "What does that mean?" "Adopted mean some who takes in orphan child like yourself, and calls them their son or daughter." "Why do they take us when they not our mommy or daddy?" Danielle asked. "Well…" "You see some people can't have children and they adopt one and most of the children get adopted by nice families." The second police officer said with a smile.

"What about the one's that don't get nice families…what about them?" She asked. The car stopped as the first police officer came out and opened her door. "We make sure they don't go to bad families." He helped her out of the car and walked up to a big building. He rang the doorbell, after a minute a nice woman came to the door with a smile. "Yes?" "We have a sweet one for you." "Oh the one with amnesia. Yes, we were waiting for her. Come along sweetie; let's get you settled in okay." Danielle went with the woman as she looked back at the officers, never to see them again.

"Everyone, this is Danielle, she's going to be staying with us for a while. Everyone make her feel at home." "Hi Danielle!!" All the children waved at her, two boys came up to her and asked her to play as all for of them ran off. The orphanage woman watched her run off and play. Danielle had no idea that the next few years of her life would be a miser-ablest years, until they day she would be adopted by someone caring.

JB: Writing this story made me cry...T-T R+R