Chapter 2: Gone

Nessie's POV

"Nessie! Wake up! Nessie!"

I groaned and tried to turn away but a certain little boy wouldn't let me.

"Nessie wake up!" he shouted again.

"Andy don't yell you know they don't like that" Screaming was a surefire way to getting the crap beaten out of you around here.

"But they gone!" he yells happily.

I opened my eyes wearily. The smiling four year old hovered over me happily. When I saw the bruises on his arms and legs I was instantly reminded of what happened last night. If there was one thing I could say about this boy it's that he was always happy. How I wish I could be like him.

I wasn't surprised that our foster parents were gone. They often decide on a whim to take a trip without telling us. Usually they were only gone a few days but once in a while they would disappear for a few weeks. They usually didn't leave any food, water, or money for us either. We were left to fend for ourselves.

"Where are we going today?" he asked me in a sweet voice.

"First we are going to go eat breakfast"

His excitement was getting to him big time. Somehow I managed to get him off of me.

I looked around for my wheelchair only to see that it was nowhere in sight.

I sighed. My foster parents often took my wheelchair from me while I was sleeping and hid it somewhere. It was one of the ways they loved torturing me. I think it was also another excuse for them to beat the crap out of me. They loved hitting me just for staying in a bed a little too long.

I tried to figure out what I was going to do.

I think Andy got bored of waiting for me because he got up and left. I was more then happily surprised when he came back a fee minutes later pushing my chair. The chair was bigger then him so pushing it was a struggle for him.

"I. Got. Your. Chair" he was really out of breath by the time he had actually gotten it close enough to me.

I gave him a hug and kiss.

"Thank you baby. Now go wait outside I will be right there to help you"

"Okay"

Once I managed to get out of bed I went to the bathroom to get myself ready. I looked in the mirror and was shocked by my appearance. My face was extremely thin and very pale looking. I knew I looked bad but I hadn't realized that I looked this bad. I wasn't sure if it was the leukemia causing this or the lack of food with sufficient nutrients. Or any kind of food at all.

When I looked at my body all I saw was bruises and injuries covering every part of my body that could be hidden with clothes. I was ugly. I was an ugly monster.

One of the things that I was forced to do around here was cook. I cooked for my foster parents and if I was good I was allowed to eat to. I tried hard to be good but I hardly ever was. The only time we were guaranteed any food is if they had friends over of if one of our social workers visiting. Our social workers didn't know or even suspect anything wrong. No one did.

As soon as I was dressed and my hair was done I went to take care of Andy. I helped him change into new clothes and underwear. He really could have used a bath but I knew better then to mention that word around him. Even mentioning the word water was enough to make hysterical. At bath time they always made the water scathing hot. About as hot as the water could get I would guess. They would just throw him in there and watch as he screamed his head off . One of his punishments for doing anything 'bad' was to pour extremely hot water on him.

It's needless to say that he associates all water with pain and suffering. Just two days ago when our foster parents weren't home we were playing around and he accidentally knocked a cup of water all over me. He completely freaked out because he thought he had hurt me. I tried to explain that I was fine but he didn't believe me. I hated this. I hated it with all my heart but I was only 14 years old and he was only 4 years old. What could we do about it?

"Let's go let's go" he urged. When he wasn't scared or getting hurt by our foster parents he was happy. I wished that I could be like him that way. But it's hard to be happy when you've been unloved and unwanted since the moment you were born. My own father hated me. My own father was the cause of my paralysis.

I sat Andy on my lap and together we left. Within a few minutes I was struggling to breathe. Lately I've been having a lot of difficulty breathing. I didn't know if I was just over exerting myself or if it's because my lungs and ribs have been kicked and punched way too many times in my life.

We finally got to the McDonald's and I ordered our food. I hate to say this but the only reason I has money was because I stole it. Yes, I steal money but only because that is the only way I can get anything that Andy or I need.

Once we finished our food I went and got some more for us. Then we left the restaurant.

I started to not feel so good about five minutes later. I started to feel really tired and dizzy. I tried to continue on but it only got worse and worse.

Then I lost complete consciousness.

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