Faithful slayer chronicle part three

Name of Faith

AuthorCricketpoor

Rating PG

Summary twelve-year-old faith reflects over her mother and life this far.

It was autumn and the dark-haired whirlwind was sitting up on one of the bid rocks. The other children were playing but she sat still. She looked like a little fairy her babysitter had shouted. Fairy? Babysitter? She was twelve after all.

She sat and thought back to the day she had made a ponytail and been punished because she had destroyed her hair. Her mother had finally given her a box on the ear and curfew.

Now she was locked out.

She pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them. Slowly she leaned her head against the embrodiered fabric in the dress. The dress was light pink and she hated it.

"Put it on!"

Had her mother screamed. And as soon as she had obeyed her mother she had been thrown out through the door and the door had been closed with a bang and she had heard the lock. And then she had heard her mother

"Elana will come and get you in a while, and don't come home before dark."

The girl sighed heavily. From below she heard children laugh as they ran in small rings. This way thing was very clear for her. She was glad that no one heard her thoughts.

As she stood up the wind increased and her skirt and hair was fluttering in the wind. Against the sunset. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It smelled good but she didn't want it to smell good. She wanted it to stink just as her life had.

She thought of her name 'Faith' it should represent her faith her hope and believe, and she did have faith. But not the right kind of faith. She had faith in a cruel world, she believed that the world punished her.

She didn't want that but even her mother hated her. Sweet childhood she had read somewhere but she had never experienced it. The teachers in her school said that her mother did love her. But they hadn't seen any of her black marks, lip wonds or her crying night after night.

That had begun when her mother had punished her for her ponytail. When she came home she could count the bottles and see if mum was bad. For about two years ago she had began being for a dog but never got one.

She just wanted someone who loves her someone she could love back. Mum never listened she just held her newest bottle.

But now again she was the girl, who couldn't die, the girl who never would give up faith, even if the faith were wrong.

The girl with the name of Faith.

End of part three