A/N : Finally the girl has a name ! One sentence of Suicidal thoughts . If this is a trigger for you DO NOT READ!
Briellle's POV
I sat under the scrutinizing eyes of Mr Greene . He stared at me like I was from another planet. "I don't understand Brielle", he said , shaking his head . I glowered at him "I don't either ", my tone was clipped. I chewed and popped my gum vigorously . "In the trash young lady", he scolded, pointing to the can . I walked over and expelled the gum, taking my seat again . He folded his hands together ,sighed and leaned toward me on the desk .
"Brielle" , he said my name with a hint of regret. "I hate to send you back to Families For Kids , but if you continue on this path , I see no other alternative." I had been in that god forsken place of a foster home for four years . When I turned twelve my life fell apart . If something was said to make me angry . I spewed .Even if it was something simple. Once I hit my dad in the jaw for simply telling me to clean my room . From there on out my temper became uncontrollable . Finally through tears and anguish , my parents Bill and Audrey Dawson put me in foster care .
They said it was for the best for a while . They came to see me once , that was it . It was like they didn't have a child . I never went home for Christmas or any other holiday .I was cut out of their lives completely . That only served to fuel my anger more . I had to become a fighter . Some kids who came thought they could take over the place . Some stashed knives or drugs . When you have the overwhelming fear that your throat may be cut while you sleep , you learn to fight .
No one but me knew my secret though . It wasn't just fighting for fighting's sake or even for protection sometimes . Not even from anger , though that certainly triggered my rages , turning me into a monster . Something else was at the root of my problems . But I knew no one would believe me ,so I let them think whatever they wanted .
The thing that went on inside me was terrifying . When the rage started, everything changed . My sight became heightened as did my hearing . I was able to pinpoint my opponent's next move by the expression on their face , effectively blocking them . I could hear everything down to a pin drop. Sometimes though, I couldn't hear anything at all or my vision would become blurry. Once, I was put on medication for anxiety but it did no good .
In those moments , my body seems empowered by slow motion like a movie and then when slo-mo is suddenly turned off everything happens so fast I can hardly tell who I am or what has happened until the damage is done . Something more is going on, like some kind of weird power that I cannot control.
Back in the summer I was taken from Families For Kids and placed in a temporary , one family foster home here in Forks , Washington. The Howard's have been alright , but I am sick of foster care . Sick that I have no one to really count on . Sick that I don't have a real family or someone I can share this heavy burden with .I want to be in control of whatever resides within me .Sometimes I think of ending it all, but I truly don't want that . I'm sixteen and to young to die,especially by my own hand . I want a real life and some day a real love .
I rolled my eyes at Mr Greene. I have heard this jargon so many times it's like a repeat of the same commercial a hundred times during the super bowl. I understand what he is saying but he doesn't know how tired I am. My foster mom Janie picks me up . My sentence is ten days out of school. During that time I will be doing community service at Forks Community Hospital. I see that as a good thing in case the rabid dog rears his head again.
A/N: Um... wonder who Brielle meets at the hospital , can you guess?