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Chapter 1: Dreams

Nessie's POV

I was happy. I was in a small dark space and I was happy. Then there was a loud crunching sound nearby. A second later someone, the one who carried me, screamed loudly.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe. I started to kick and thrash around. I needed to get out now!

I could hear a lot of different voices around me.

"The placenta must have detached"

"He can't breathe!"

"Get him out now!"

I kicked as hard as I could until I heard a loud snap close by me.

"Her spine!" someone screamed.

I knew that whatever had happened was my fault. It was all my fault.

Suddenly I saw a light and then ice cold hands pulled me out of my small cramped space.

The man that held me did not look happy at all. Actually he looked really angry at me.

He put me down. There was a woman on the table. I knew right away that she was my momma and that I loved her. Something was wrong though. She wasn't moving.

The man, I think he was my daddy, pushed on her many times. Then he bit her in many different places. Then when nothing happened he started crying.

I started to cry to. Then he stopped and looked at me with hate. It scared me.

He walked over to me and grabbed me really hard. It hurt and i started to cry until he covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shut up you little monster" he said.

He jumped out the window while holding me. He ran to the forest super fast.

"You are nothing but a monster that's what you are. My wife is dying and it's all your fault! You should have never even existed in the first place. I warned Bella that you would just kill her and I was right. You're a monster. A horrible monster. You're an abomination that needs to be taken care of right now"

I was scared. I tried to kick but it didn't work.

He grabbed my back so hard that something snapped. I cried from the pain. Then I couldn't feel or move my legs anymore.

My dad threw me on the ground.

"I'm not going to kill you. I'd rather not get my hands dirty over a monster like you. Let the wolves or another animal take care of that instead. If my wife lives she sure will be much better off without you in her life. We all will be"

I woke up breathing heavily. My heart was pounding in my ears. That memory never stopped scaring me. No matter how many times I was forced to relive it. I used my arms to readjust my body into a more comfortable position on my bed.

A few hours later I had been found and taken to a local orphanage. Then they moved me into a foster home and I have lived there ever since and I have hated it. I never did get adopted. Why? It's because I have way too many issues. You see I was permanently paralyzed from the waist down that night when my father had snapped my spine. I was forever bound to a wheelchair. When I was five years old I was diagnosed with leukemia. It was terminal. I was only given three years to live. Somehow though I've lived with it for nine. Even though I have never received any type of treatment for it. They didn't want to waste their money on any kind of treatment for me.

Bottom line is that no one wanted because of my health problems. I just wasn't worthy.

I was abused constantly by my foster parents. Here they will hit you or kick if you don't do what they ask. They will beat the crap out of you for working to slow. They'll beat you until your skin is black and blue for just about anything. There was no love for me.

My father was right. I was a monster for what I did ti my mother and maybe this was my punishment. My punishment was to forever be unloved.

I heard a terrified scream followed by a lot of yelling and then more terrified screams.

A few minutes later a little boy by the name of Andy ran into my room and jumped into my bed and started to cry.

Andy was only four years old. Like me he also got abused only a daily basis. Since he first got here two years ago I've grown to love him like a little brother. I took care of him. I comforted him. I loved him.

"Honey what's wrong?" I asked. He snuggled close to me and continued to cry.

"They hit me again"

I turned on the light so I could see how bad the damage was. He had many bruises on his upper body, back, and chest. Some were old but many of them were new. I was appalled to find cuts on his body to.

"Why?" I asked him. Not that it really mattered why. There was no excuse for beating a child so badly.

"Because I wet the bed"

"It's okay baby. You did nothing wrong"

"No. I'm bad. That's why they hit me"

"You are not bad. They are bad. They are wrong" I hugged him close to me. He just cried.

"I love you Nessie" he whispered.

"I love you to"

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