Chapter 1: The Scary Shadow

Sam's POV

For Some reason, I was really Smart for my age, I was very intelligent and was always aware of things happening around me from the moment I was born.

My name is Samantha Swan and I am 2 years old. "Why do my foster parents have to hurt me?" "I do nothing to them."

In order to survive, I had to learn to read- I had advanced verbal skills- I could talk well. I was always breaking my bones- they didn't care, they continued to hurt me daily.

I heard footsteps and I knew it was them. My foster mum came over and started to kick and punch me. Then she twisted my arm and I screamed in agony. I heard a pop.

"Pretty soon slut, you'll be out of our hair, we're selling you for Prostitution, do you know what that is?"

I shook my little head.

"That means that we're selling you for payment," she told me.

I went to bed, which was only a sleeping bag, but when I tried to get to sleep, the window burst open and a scary, flying black creature flew through the window and grabbed my hand, lifting me into the air.

I screamed in fright as we flew towards a bright star. It dropped me on the ground and I cried in pain, cradling my broken arm.

"So this is the child?" a voice asked and I see a bunch of boys, making me nervous.

One of them grabbed me harshly and dragged me on the ground, throwing me like a rag doll in a big cage, where I see a teenager with blonde hair.