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It wasn't fact that he was dead pained her. It was the fact of what his life was like. It was the fact of how he died. But she knew that he had deserved it. But the fact that her mother was punished was horrible.
"I killed him, Sara, I killed him. He was gonna get us. I killed him. I killed him."
The day before her 13th birthday. But at least someone remembered that. The CSI that she had stayed with the first day even gave her a few presents and a cake. She was astonished. The CSI, Quinn, was stunned at how horribly her parents had treated her. She had heard her talking to her boss, Jonah. She remembered exactly what she had said.
"Jonah, look at this girl. Raped, beaten, abused. She thought it was all normal. That's what she told me. Exactly, she said "I thought it was all normal, Quinn." It breaks my heart. I gave her a few presents and got her a small cake for her birthday, and she was so incredibly amazed, she hasn't gotten a present since her fourth birthday. I really hate and love this job at times."
By the end of this, she was crying hard.
Sara was sorry. Her first foster home was so weird, and she kept calling her. Just to hear a familiar voice.
Sara could already tell that she was going to hate this whole foster situation. It was horrible. Her foster sister, Ariah, who had been in the system for three years, had told her about how much it sucked.
She would have to keep going from foster home to foster home. Never staying in one place. The moment she got close to someone, she'd have to leave.
As she walked into the loving room, her little foster brother, Zack, jumped on her. She had been in this place for a month and a half, so she was slowly building a relationship with him. He was only four.
Seven months later
She was being shuttled out from probably the best home they had ever been in. There was Zack, and Ariah, and Mikah. Zack was the biological son of Mikah. He got to stay. Ariah was going to a different foster home than her.
Sara got one last look at them. The people she had called her family.
Why the hell did this happen? Ariah warned her. But she kept hoping that it wouldn't come true, that she had stayed in one place long enough for her to eventually adopt her.
Screw this. Sara couldn't take this.
And from what else Ariah had said, this would just happen again and again.
As she hugged all of them good-bye, she made a vow.
She would never, ever let anyone get close to her again. She would just have to leave. Like usual.
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