Poppy's P.O.V

I was in the hospital. Again. It was worse this time. A broken leg and arm, shards of glass in my stomach and a deep cut above my eye which would scar. This time the neighbours had heard and called the police. My parents couldn't hurt me anymore.

For years my parents have been getting drunk and hitting me. I would rather it be me than my four year old sister Tulip. Before she started drinking Mom had loved flowers so named me and my sister after her favourites. Thinking of Tulip I wondered what would happen to us. We had no one left to look after us except maybe our Uncle Charlie. He lived in Forks, Washington with his daughter Bella. I doubted he knew about Tulip because the last time we had visited him was before she was born.

I was out of hospital nearly a month after I was emitted. Social services had been able to contact Uncle Charlie and he agreed to take us in. He hoped that I would be able to help Bella, whose boyfriend had left her causing her to become depressed. Bella was only a few years older than me at 18, so Uncle Charlie was hoping that I could bring her out of it.

Tulip ran up and hugged me as best she could. While I was in hospital she had been staying with one of our neighbours. For most of her life I had been looking after her so we were closer than most siblings. Seeing her made me feel better, knowing that she was safe always did. Everyone always commented on how alike we were. The same chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes, if not for the age difference we could pass as twins. For years though my eyes had been full of sadness and pain, I had done my best to shield Tulip from our parents so she seemed more alive than me.

"Missed you Pop." She said quietly into my legs, the highest she could reach was my waist.

"Missed you too Tuli. Come on. We've got a plane to catch."

"Where are we going Pop?"

"Mommy and Daddy can't look after us so we're going to live with Uncle Charlie and his daughter Bella." I looked down to see her mouth forming a perfect little 'o' as she thought about this.

A social worker was waiting by a car for us, as we walked over I would have held Tulip's hand but one of my arms was in a cast and the other was holding a crutch that helped me walk.

The plane ride was difficult. I needed sleep but Tulip had never been on a plane before so she wanted me to look out the window every five seconds. After watching this for about half an hour the social worker travelling with us, to make sure we got there safely, brought out a colouring book for her. She could have done that 25 minutes ago I thought even though I still smiled at her and mouthed 'thank you'. It was what I was used to, having to make others happy. Maybe now I had a chance to make myself happy. With Tulip happy colouring I fell asleep in seconds.