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It involves Tragedy, Romance, and some spiritually aspects.
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It all started on my sixteenth birthday . . . I cried the most that day. It started with a gift with no name on it besides mine. I didn't know who gave it to me, but it was a good gift. It was a pencil and a sketchpad. It scared me, though. When I touched my hands burned and suddenly I started drawing a face with such detail my parents asked who I was drawing. But I didn't even know.
We were sitting in a café, my favourite one, and I looked across the street and saw the woman I was drawing.
What happened next you ask, well, I tell you one thing . . . You don't want to know.
She crossed the street and a transport truck came flying through intersection and ran the red light. No one noticed. I was frozen but my hands weren't. They erased the woman's face and redrew it with bruises and cuts. I haven't even seen the woman yet, but my hands know what she will look like.
"Stop!" My mom yelled at me she was terrified. She ripped the pencil from my hands and I stopped and everything came rushing back. I looked across the street and saw the woman about to cross the street. I stood up and screamed,
"Stop!" I pounded on the window.
She couldn't hear me. She crossed the street and the truck came through the intersection and the woman died. My parents looked at the picture and then at me, and then the picture and then my mom pulled out her cell phone.
The next day I was shipped off to an orphanage. Who knew the people I needed so much support from at a time like this would hate me. Or be too afraid to live with me. Do they think it was my choice to draw that woman? Do they think I caused her death?
I slept all day and the women taking care of me were really worried because I was the oldest orphan they had ever had. They pitied me and said something like, "It must be hard to know you were disowned." Do they actually think that makes me feel better? Oh, but wait it gets better. They continue and say, "At least if they got rid of you when you were a kid you could forget about them by the time you're this age. And it will be harder to find someone who wants such a damaged teenager." Who the hell are they? No, I mean it. I don't know their names. I wasn't paying any attention when they introduced themselves.
Well, anyway I was telling you I was sleeping. I had the weirdest dream I've ever had. A creepy woman's voice told me she could grant me a wish. I couldn't answer so she said she'd come back. I woke up and I was covered in sweat.
I walked down the stair and headed to the kitchen and saw there were about 30 other children half my age. How we all fit in this tiny house, I'll never know, but we did.
I've been here two days and the kids are really excited about something, especially, today.
"What's going on?" I asked and everyone stared at me like I had horns or a third eye or maybe both.
"She talked." They started to whisper, "She has a pretty voice. I wonder if she could sing us a lullaby."
"Ask her." Someone whispered to the boy.
"Um…" The boy blushed and fiddled with his worn out shirt.
"Yes?" I asked and got to my knees so I could see his face clearly.
"Could you sing us a lullaby tonight?" He looked away from me.
"I don't know." I teased.
"Oh, please." He whipped his head around and grabbed my sleeve.
"Please." Everyone started to beg.
"Guys, leave her alone. I can sing you a lullaby." The woman told them.
"She's a really bad singer." The boy clinging to my sleeve whispered.
I smiled and stood up. He let go of my sleeve, and waited for my answer, but I didn't give him one. The other woman taking care of us spoke.
"Get dressed in your nice clothes and prepare your rooms. Parents are going to come and look for their next child." She stated without a smile on her face. I'm going to call her 'witch' when I talk about her because she's a bitch, and she's really mean to the little kids.
"I don't have any good clothes." A little girl with long brunette hair cried.
"Then borrow someone else's." The witch commanded. I cringed more than the young girl. She ran upstairs and I followed.
"You don't have to bother." The witch told me, "There's no chance these parents will want you."
I ignored her and walked up and found the little girl being bullied by other girls.
"Excuse me." I called and captured their attention.
"Come with me." I told the girl with pigtails.
I went to my room in the attic and she follow. I pulled out all of my dresses.
"Pick one you like." I told her.
"They're too big." She told me.
I sat cross-legged beside her.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Ami." She said quietly.
"How old are you?" I continued to ask questions.
"Six." She said quickly.
"Pick one and I'll cut it and re-sew it so it will fit you." I told her with a smile. Her eyes suddenly became bright. She picked a dress with orange, pink, and yellow flowers decorating it. I sighed. This dress was made of silk and it was extremely difficult, for me, to cut it with fraying it.
"Is it okay?" Ami asked when she noticed I sighed.
"Yeah." I told her.
She smiled.
"Go to your room and wait. I'll bring it down." I told her, she nodded and slowly left.
I spent two hours cutting the fabric when I realized I didn't take and measurements. I sighed and stood up.
The further I walked down the steps, the louder the yelling became. I ran and followed the voice to the room Ami was bullied in. I opened the door. I saw the girls pulled at Ami's hair and the witch staring at them.
"Stop it." I demanded. The girls stopped and looked at me. Ami ran and hid behind my leg.
"She needs to grow a back bone." The witch sneered.
"She's six years old." I stood my ground, "She'll grow a back bone just from living in this dungeon."
The witch took a step towards me, but then the doorbell rang.
"They're here." The girls chimed and then glared at Ami.
"I guess you'll have to miss this one too." They smirked and ran down stairs.
I asked Ami what they meant, and she told me that last time parents came she couldn't find any good clothes and no one would let her borrow any so she had to stay up stairs. I sighed and brought her upstairs to my attic.
I spent ten minutes finishing the dress. She loved it and I thought it was my best work. It went to her knees and it had short ruffles as sleeves. I noticed her hair was ripped in some places. So, with her permission, I cut it and put it in little pigtails. When I was done I threw on jeans and a black blouse and walked down stairs with her.
"There you have it these are all our children." The witch stated without a smile.
"Pick anyone you like, Mrs. And Mr. Hinamori." The happier one chimed.
"What about, Ami?" The little boy from breakfast asked.
"She left yesterday." The witched said, "Remember."
Ami started to cry a little.
"Then why is she standing over there?" Another boy pointed to Ami as she hid behind me. The witch glared at me, but I only moved out of Ami's way.
"Who made your dress?" Mrs. Hinamori asked.
Ami pointed to me and I smiled.
They kneeled down in front of her and she hid behind me again. They smiled.
"Would you like to come home with us?" Mr. Hinamori asked.
She let go of my leg and stepped forward.
"Really?" she asked brightly. When they nodded, Ami smiled and walked closer to them.
When she hugged them, they were shocked.
They left with the witch to sign release papers. Suddenly Ami got really nervous.
"I'm I going to be okay?" She kept asking me.
"Yes." I answered finally and then the parents came back.
They told us they were going to come back tomorrow to pick Ami up. I immediately thought I should make her another dress.
After dinner I began to work on a new dress from Ami. I had her measurements memorized, so I chose a soft black material. And made a simply dress. I heard screaming again. I ran down stairs, but this time I ended up going to the boys' room.
"Are you going to singing?" He asked me. I sighed and nodded.
I opened all the room doors in the hall and then I sat in the middle of the hall.
I sang gently.
(Lullaby By The Dixie Chicks)
They didn't have you where I come from
Never knew the best was yet to come
Life began when I saw your face
And I hear your laugh like a serenade
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up
I slip in bed when you're asleep
To hold you close and feel your breath on me
Tomorrow there'll be so much to do
So tonight I'll drift in a dream with you
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up
As you wander through this troubled world
In search of all things beautiful
You can close your eyes when you're miles away
And hear my voice like a serenade
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up
I walked around to the rooms and quietly shut their doors and then headed to my room to fall asleep. Even after singing a gently song, I still had the nightmare of a woman asking for a wish. I didn't have one in mind at the time, and she told me she'd come back. I woke with sweat on my forehead again. I sighed and decided to have a shower. I walked down stairs to see lunch on the table and it confused me. However, when I looked at the clock it read 11:36 and then it all made sense. I slept in. I ate alone and then ran up to my room grabbed the dress and walked to Ami's room. She was sitting on the bed looking out the window.
"You should come with me." She begged, but never looked at me.
"No I can't, but I made this for you to go home in." I set the dress beside her and she hugged me and began to cry.
"It's okay." I tried to comfort her; "I'll see you again soon."
"You will!" She exclaimed.
I nodded my head and smiled.
"You promise." She asked and showed me her pinky finger.
"I promise." I told her and linked my pinky with her's.
"You can't break a pinky promise. It's bad luck." Ami smiled and leapt off the and then got changed in to the dress. I walked out of the room with her as the doorbell rang. She clenched my hand, but when we got down stairs and her new parents smiled at her. She let go and ran to hug them. I gave them her suitcase, which had almost nothing in it.
"Thank you." They smiled.
I smiled back.
As they left Ami turned and yelled, "You can't break a pinky promise. It's bad luck."
I smiled and yelled back, "Okay."
I think she would be disappointed to know that I would never be able to keep that promise. I wasn't afraid of bad luck. I already had a bunch that was bundled up in a pencil. My parents gave it back to me when they abandoned me.
That night my world shattered.
"You must pick." The woman screeched.
"You must make a wish." Another woman's voice scratched my ears.
"Make them go away. I don't want to hear the angry voices." I cried and gave into the voice clawing at my mind.
"Fine." A smoothing voice said, "They are gone."
I woke up and I wasn't covered in sweat, but my cursed pencil and sketchpad had an eerie glow surround them.
I walked over and picked up the pencil without thinking and started to draw a face of a young woman, again. I cringed when I realized what I had done. I started to cry when I realized who the woman on the paper was becoming. I recognized her as if she was my own mother and I knew that her son would hate me if he knew I knew she was going to die. However, I wasn't sure if it was his mother. Until, I drew in her long hair. I started to sob and I begged myself to stop. Images started to flash before me.
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