Hey everyone! This is my remake of the story I made last time. Yes, I know the last one sucked big time (I mean so much that I got bored and searched my name up and it appeared on a website for the worst stories ever), and my sister wanted it so much that I decided to try doing it again. But this time I'm a bit older then before (about 3 years) and a better writer. '
This story is based on my little stepsister and a fanfic she wanted to be made about her, the accident never happened and my daddy and mom are great parents to us .
Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda.
The sun was setting over the small city as the sky began to darken. Raindrops could be heard hitting the streets and the glass of windows. Some people ran for cover from the rain while others merely ignored it and continued on. The sky grew dark with the clouds as it continued to rain. It was the middle of the spring and the usual showers were just occurring as it usually did to give plants life once again. It was quiet, sometimes the honking of a horn or the barking of a dog at the most. Though the most Aylmer would have would be a fight with two or more drunks that usually is fixed in minutes.
But among all the sounds of the rain, was a sobbing sound; coming from a small house that looked like the wind could blow it over any minute. The lawn was over grown with weeds taller then a foot and the car looked like it had gone through more then several accidents without being repaired once.
The sobbing was coming from a small girl about eleven inside the smallest room in the house. She sat in the corner on her torn up sleeping bag. She was tightly holding a pillow that looked like it was hand made. It was dirty and stained, but you could still see the red rose that was sowed onto it with great care and love. The rose was velvet and the leaves were a soft light green material which had began to come off of it.
Tears rolled down her bruised cheek as she cried, one hand cradling the bruise as if the pain would leave. Her orange hair fell over her shoulders as she trembled with fear, sadness and pain. All which were emotions she felt on a daily basis in the house and conditions she was in.
Her name was Samantha, and she had been caught trying to run away from her foster home again. She had tried numerous times to leave, but always got caught before she could find someone to help her. She had been put into a foster home after her mother; father and older brother were killed in a head on collision and were killed instantly. They had been coming back from a soccer game when the accident happened. She was sent to a foster home while her stepbrother and stepsister went to live at they're mothers.
Yelling and cussing could be heard coming from the other side of her room door. It was mainly threats and punishments coming from her foster father's mouth as his wife opened yet another bottle of cheap wine.
"Next time you try to run away, I'll leave more then that bruise on your cheek! You're also not leavin' your room for a week! You're a ungrateful little worm!" He yelled out before finally leaving and walking down the steps to see his wife. The only reason he went on foster care was to get the money they gave him. He didn't have a job so he was on welfare and he got money from the foster parents association.
Sammy curled up, sobbing into the pillow. Her blue eyes were red from all the crying she had been doing. She wished that she could have things back, her father, mother, stepsister and older brother. She wished she could just wake up and find out she was in a coma the whole time and it was all fake. She wanted to have her life back; she wanted to not be scared everyday, but to have friends who actually care if something's wrong. But she knew it wouldn't happen, the pain was too real for it to be a bad dream.
"Why did…that accident have to happen.?" She asked out loud, as if someone would hear her. "I want my life back… I hate this life!" She screamed out, clutching her pillow before curling up and falling asleep in the corner of her room, even in her sleep she was sobbing into the pillow.
The rain continued hitting the window, but if you listen to it well enough, you could hear some music playing. It was a familiar yet gentle rhythm as the sobbing young girls body, glowed a gold before disappearing slowly from her corner.
