Chapter 2

Zane and I get into the orphanage. We saw how children came and go. But no one wanted us, and I don't know why or what we did wrong. I don't know why it happened to me and my brother. But after a year, a woman came in and wanted to adopt us.

'I want those two' a blonde haired woman points at us.

'well, that's good, we have them here for about three months' Dawn the owner of the orphanage said.

When they sat in the back of the car, the woman was still, they didn't want to speak, only the radio was on a news channel. Zhalia couldn't think of, that this woman, was her new mum, the woman said that the must call her mother, and their back names were from now of Koopman (Dutch name, cause they're Dutch).

Marie Koopman was a horrible mother, not only mother, but a horrible woman.

They live in a great house, she had a man who was always drunk. She was always working. And when she got back home, everything must be clean and dinner must be ready.

Zhalia and Zane learned to cook, Zhalia remembered everything that she learned from her mother and aunt. Making cookies, Apple/ chocolate pie, and when you're seven and you don't go to school, there's nothing else to do than read cook books or some magazines.

Zane had to do the yard, and cleaning things Zhalia couldn't because of her age.

Zhalia had to do the laundry, cooking and bedrooms every day.

They had no life, when something wasn't dune or there was nothing on TV, they get abused by their new "mum".

Zhalia wakes up one morning, her eyes can't go open, but it was 6 p.m. and someone has to make breakfast ready, for a seven year old girl, was this something she normally shouldn't do. But the evening that she was sick and couldn't do anything, Zane had to do everything on his own, and he had break one glass, one glass was enough to make her feel healthy again, when she was still very ill.

When it was summer and warm, that horrible man slapped her for nothing. Zane saw that Zhalia was ready to die, she was always tired, pale and full fear.

Zane wasn't pretty living as well.

And that was totally true, we were tired, we work over. Every evening was I crying in my bed, calling my parents, hoping that this was a nightmare and I wake up in my own bed with my parents downstairs and my sisters in the other room on the other side of the hall, Zane's room on the end of the hall and that there was barking from Zilver. But I never woke up that way, I woke up tired, there was nothing left from me, I was seven and a half and I knew what the word Rape means. And I know a few words that children of my age didn't have to know, I knew far too much for my age, I was with seven years, almost an adult. But my body didn't want to be an adult, so it was so tired that it was ready to die.

so one evening they slip out of the window and ran away.

The house was in a forest, they run till they can't go anymore.

But when they come by a leg or a pool.

They saw that night a sort of ghost, a skillet.

It walks to them, it has a sword and purple glowing eyes.

Zhalia screams and looks to Zane.

'Zhalia run! He yelled at her.

'b-b-but Zane…' she whispers.

'run! And don't look back! I'll follow you! Just run to the city! He yelled.

Zhalia nods and begins to run, she heard strange things, blades to blades and then she was to far to hear anything.

She sees light and falls on the ground, the city was right for her, she looks back with a smile but doesn't see Zane.

Zhalia screams, yelled, called his name, but she doesn't get an answer.

She cry's she search for food, but it's deep in the night and no one will hear her call.

The call for her brother, the only family she had left was gone. And she was alone, for the first time in her life.

Everyone had left me, everyone I loved was death, murdered, killed by monsters. I didn't thought of the amulet dad gave me. I knew that I would die quick, cause everyone was death. I lost my parents, my aunt, my sisters, my dog and my brother, I lost myself in this great world, a seven year old that wanted to be loved, that didn't have friends, that didn't have a future. Only hunger and pain. Now she was left, and ready to die. An seven year old in the big bad world, my time has come, well I thought so.

TBC

Well that was the second chap. Next chap am I going to tell about her street life and maybe Klaus in the end. Just keep reading!

Oh and, some of you want to know why I let you wait for the next chap of Pirates, it's because I will finish first another story before I'll update a new chap of Pirates and because I'm thinking of the way hów they save Zhalia from Eris. Oh and the ghost titan of this story is "Lich".