~Faryn POV~

I sighed as I sat up, the alarm on my iPod still set for American time. Romania... My new foster home. I have been in foster care for my whole life... My first memory of when I was little was being in a foster home and the man was hitting me... I winced, remembering the hot stove he forced me to lay my naked body on. I crawled out of my new bed, my bare feet hitting the hardwood floor.

I walked across the room, shivering lightly in my short and very thin nightgown. I yawned and grabbed my iPod off the dresser, turning the alarm off. I also grabbed my headphones and plugged them in, wide awake now. I looked down at the bright screen, tears coming to my eyes as I smiled down at my friends' happy faces. I went to my music and pressed play, Fix You by Coldplay coming on. I closed my eyes, the tears falling.

"When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse."

I opened my eyes and walked back to the bed, curling up with my knees to my chin as I began to sob quietly.

"And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?"

"Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you"

I paused the song, sitting up and laying my iPod down on my pillow. "Fix me... That sounds good." I layed back own, my eyes closing with finality.

I woke up to bright light shining into my dark themed room.

"Good Morning Faryn!" a cheery voice chimed, the body it belonged to standing by the window. I sighed and sat up, still not used to Romanian life.

"What time is it?" My voice was sleepy and girlish.

"7:30... We let you sleep in." My snapped open.

"7:30? Oh god! Did I miss anything?" The woman smiled and laughed.

"Nothing yet, dear child. But breakfast is ready." I smiled and and crawled out of my large bed, wary of the woman as she walked out. I picked up my ipod an sent a quick text to my old friends, telling them to just forget me. No response. Great... They already forgot me. I shuffled over to the door I supposed led to the closet, swinging it open to a small room filled with clothing.

"Ho-ly crap." My eyes widened as I ran my hand across the varying fabrics in all shades of colors. I smiled and grabbed a silky black shirt and a pair of silver sequined flats, laying them on my bed and picking my ipod back up.

"Sweater Weather or Chokehold?" I mused quietly, smiling as I pressed Sweater Weather and the music began playing.

I hummed along to the music as I walked to the dresser, the hard wood flooring chilly on my bare feet. I opened one of the drawers and found a pair of black skinny jeans, laying them on my bed as well. I took off the night gown, my curly white hair tumbling down to my waist. I smiled and put on the black shirt, loving the feeling of the silky material on my skin. I quickly slipped into the jeans, buttoning them and plugging in my headphones as I slid the sparkly flats on.

"A new day, A new life... A clean slate." I looked in the mirror for the first time in a long time and smiled, my indigo eyes bright, my pale cheeks rosy. "A clean slate equals a 50-50 chance of a good life." I looked down at my ipod one last time before opening my door and walking downstairs, my eyes scanning the hallway. A new life...

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UODATE: I am currently writing chapter 2