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7 years later.

Finally some peace and quiet, I never thought I would ever get away from those pesky little rats. They're impossible to get rid of. At lest I have a little time alone. As long as they can't find me soon I'll be fine. I hope I can stay in here for a while and not get found out by the rascals. I need time to think up a plan.

"Parker"

Guess they found me sooner then I thought they would. Why, am I stuck here, in this horrible orphanage? Then I remember why. That night, that "thing," it wasn't supposed to let me live, but it did. Then there's also the question, why did my life be spared that day?

"Parker"

"What?" I screeched louder than I intended to.

I hated when Margate and Missy broke my thoughts. Even though they were on my nerves I opened the closet door and crawled out.

I peeked up at the shinning identical faces, some how they always make me smile along with them. It was a magical smile that would never break. I always wondered if I'd ever have that effect on people, but I knew other wise, only those twins did.

"Why were you in there so long?" Margaret asked, acting all mature and wise.

"What do you mean so long?" I questioned her; plainly she must have been over exaggerating. It wasn't long at all.

"You were in there for half-an-hour," This time it was Missy in her childish voice.

Margaret and Missy have always looked alike, but have never, ever sounded even similar to each other. Margaret had an adult and smart voice. While Missy, had a high and childish voice. They always sounded hilarious together.

"Earth to parker! Any one home in there?" Missy asked in her joking tone, with her hand swinging in front of my daydreaming face.

"What," I asked, still dazed in thought.

"Knock yourself to it, girl!" Margaret pitched in, while slapping me in the back of my head of dark brown hair.

"Sorry!!" I said in my innocent voice. I looked at the twins standing in front of me. They both had on frowns, but I could see in their eyes that they were just dieing to break out in laughter. So I put on a puppy dogface, and made it as sad as possible.

Missy's face lightened first, slowly at first, but she couldn't stand having to keep a frown. She burst out laughing her silly little head off. Now, Margaret couldn't let Missy have all the fun and she burst out too! Then we were all laughing our hearts out.



Later that evening, I was lying in bed, listing to the Missy's soft breath and Margaret's barley recognizable whispers in her sleep. I hated slaying up at night it always scared me. Even though I was 10 now, I hated the night and the darkness. It always reminded me of that night so long ago.

That night was a night I will never forget, it was filled with horror and dying. I was the only one to make it out of that town alive, at lest that anyone knew of. I have always wished that it were another soul that made it out and not mine. Those screams were like dying except with your heart still beating. Those eerie cries will haut me forever and they will never die. Then there is that "something" that will feed on my heart for all of eternity.

I can't sleep for fear of the "something" returning to finish his job. I can't dream for all the horror that will wade there till the end of the world. Still I have to face my fears and sleep.

I guess tonight I have had enough of my facing fears. I can't sleep for anything. Every time I close my eyes "it" comes faster and faster at my helpless soul. I have to get away; I have to leave these fears.

I get out of my toasty bed, and slide over to the dusty old window. It was our only ticket to the outdoors, but it had bars blocking us from any communication to the world. I looked out, but every thing was smeared from all the dirt.

This place was like a prison, and we are all captives. We learn and we clean, nothing at all similar to the world we once lived in. We were prisoners who could never escape, and we will be stuck here till the day we die.

I knew better than to think like that, but honestly everyone here does. I know this is a hospital, but it doesn't work that way.

I have been here since I was found, still breathing in my run down old home. From the pictures I was found while I was in a coma, with a hole dug strait through my injured body. Blood was spilt everywhere, and my heart had a fraction cut off.

The doctors here though of me as the miracle child, even though there are many children who have survived many tortuous things. Once a child comes here the child is doomed to stay here till he is better, but almost no one gets completely healed. This is San Francisco's Children's Medical Center, only the toughest cases are hear. Children from all over the world come here to be healed. Many die hear or some are stuck in here and never get gifts or visitors.

I am one of those children who don't get visitors, except when Margaret and Missy's family come. They play with all three of us, and give us presents. To me, they are my new family.

Margaret and Missy both have a problem where they can blackout anywhere and at anytime. Usually they have a seizure when the go out. It's sad because they have them at lest once or sometimes even more a week. It scares me when they black out, it seems like they will die.



I feel the sleepiness through my body. So I wobbly stand up, and go over to my sweet comfortable bed. I guess I have to face my fears sometimes. So I close my eyes and drift off the sleep.

**"It's coming, it's coming" the women that night ran through the streets yelling and screaming, "It's coming, It's coming, for you."**