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She woke by whimpering. Her eyes had to adept to the dark but when they did, she saw a little person shaking with her back toward her.
'Kester…?' She whispered.
'…Kester…?' She repeated a little louder.
The little person turned and faced the older girl. She closed her eyes again and tears ran down the little girls face.
'What is it?' The older girl asked.
'I miss mommy and daddy.' The high voice of Kester came.
She smiled sadly in the dark, remembering her own parents. Sarah looked at Kester. She was just as old as Kester was now when she came here. She remembered that day like it was yesterday.

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Sarah couldn't do anything but cry for help. At a response on her crying she was hit hard in the face, every time she cried she was hit. So not long after she stopped and let the tears run freely without making a sound.
'Where are we going?' Sarah asked.
'None of your business.' A man snapped at her.
'But…'
'SILENCE!' The man yelled.
Sarah bit her lip and tears ran down her face.
Then she looked at her side and saw a boy of the same age next to her. He had light brown hair and deep blue eyes.
'What is your name? How old are you.' Sarah whispered.
'Damien… And I'm eight years old' He whispered back.
'Mine is Sarah… and I'm…' She looked at him and ten raised five fingers. The boy turned his head toward her. He saw a little girl with two blonde ponytails at each side of her head and hazel eyes. The smile she had only a few minuets ago was gone and a serious look was readable in her eyes. Far too serious in for her age. She was five years old at the time.
'Silence… you brats.' And the man hit Sarah again, who was swapped back in her seat.
The car moved faster and turned to the dessert. There they were kicked out of the car and brought inside a huge complex. The complex was an old prison. The big wooden door shut behind them and it was dark. Sarah cried for her parents and her baby brother. As an answer se harshly was pulled back at her hair and hit in the stomach. They would be the first two of in total fifteen hundred children that would come and work in that mine, below the prison.
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Sarah opened her eyes again and found herself crying. She swallowed and wiped away her tears. She couldn't let them know she was afraid. She couldn't let them know that she was sad. Sarah was their guardian angel, she was their protector. When Sarah was ten years old, and there were five hundred children, not one of them had marks on their backs, not one had broken bones or got abused. Sarah took care of that. It was only hard labour for them. She, together with Damien, was the oldest around there and they were the ones the children listened to. She wrapped her arms around Kester's shaking body and pulled her against herself.
'Ssstt… It'll be alright… hush now…It'll be alright Kester… I promise.' She whispered as she gently petted the girl's hair. She repeated it and when she was sure she would be a sleep she laid her back at her corner and went back to her own space again. She rolled onto her side and shivered. She couldn't get sick now, not now… She closed her eyes and tried hard not to think about the cold which swapped through the prison chambers. Then she felt two strong arms coming from behind and pressing her back at a warm and trusted chest. She smiled and cuddled up into the person who kept her warm. He was the only one who she had a good time with. A little spark in a cold dark period of her life her. Her… Damien. That was her guardian angel… If there was a problem or she just needed a shoulder to cry on he would be there, loving her and taking care of her, like she took care of the younger ones.
'Dad…' She whispered softly
'…Scott… mom…' Sarah turned and faced Damien.
'…I miss them so much…' Then rested her head on his chest and cried. Damien pulled her close and hugged her tight. He stroked her hair. The hair that was once beautiful was now dirty and full with coal.
'I miss my parents too Sarah… And I'm sure the others miss them too.' He softly answered.
Hazel eyes looked up to him. It was pitch dark in the place were they laid but he knew that they were filled with tears. She was so scared but couldn't let the younger ones know. If they would find out that Sarah was afraid they would get afraid and they would lose faith in her. She didn't want that, she wanted to stay a guardian angel to them. She still wanted to be their protector. Sarah sat up and looked down at him. In the dark they smiled at each other and Damien sat up and kissed her.

Matt sat quiet at the dinner table; Scott seemed to notice that there was something wrong with his dad and especially around this day of the year and two other days. One he knew, his mother had her birthday then, he knew that but the two other days were a mystery to him.
'Dad…?' He began.
'Hmm… what is it Scott?' Matt asked distracted.
'Why are you so quiet this day of the year?'
Matt looked up and faced his son.
'Because it is the birthday of a family member…' He said slowly like he was thinking every word over and over.
'Excuse me?' Scott asked amazed.
'It is the birthday of a family member…' Matt repeated.
'Well it isn't mom's birthday and…' his voice trailed of.
'You sister's…' Matt said in a whisper.
The words struck like a bomb.
'I've got a sister?' He asked with a raised brow.
'Had?' Matt corrected him.
'…had…? But you didn't answer my question dad.' Scott said now raising from his chair.
'Sarah Jessica Vanessa Tracker… she was five, about to turn six, at the time you were born. She is five years and three days older then you are…' Matt began.
Scot sat down again and looked at his father: 'Why didn't you tell me this?'
Matt raised his shoulders: 'Who knows Scott? Who knows…? It is not easy to lose a wife and child in terrifying moment.'
Scott looked down and then back at his father. He stood up then and left the room leaving his father alone with his thoughts.
'A sister… I've got an older sister…' He said softly.