I hope you enjoy this right now I have writers block for the Sarah Magnus-Druitt story. But do not fear I will finish it I promise. I just thought of this for some reason and yeah comment and review please!
What defines a story? The definition of a story is an account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment.
If you think about it a story about losing someone, a story about pain and suffering is simple told for entertainment to someone who can only imagine what the characters are going through. However by definition a story is not just simply an account of imaginary or real people for entertainment there is no real definition to describe what a story is. A story brings people to life, a story educates everyone about past and or present events. A Story is a memory of someone who went through the events foretold. It all started on a regular day. It started with a girl being born. But that is just like any story really. A child being born to a loving family to be brought up with morals. Well there are some stories out there that are not so happy. Stories that are hidden away that no one really likes to talk about. The girl was born to a mother whose priorities were not right. She was fed occasionally if the mother remembered. She was given some clothes that the mother could scrounge around in a dumpster. And she was given the odd toy that the mother could find on the ground in a loving families yard. But other than that the girl was left alone. She knew from watching other children that she was different. She was not taught that all she had to worry about was to make sure she did not get any cuts and bruises and was safe. No after the girl was five years old she woke up to her mother not breathing. She woke up to find the woman that took care of her was now gone. Her house was a dilapidated house with only a sheet for a blanket. The girl looked at the only mother she knew and she grabbed her doll that had dirt stains everywhere and she grabbed her sheet and walked out of her house. She looked around and for a five year old she just began to walk. Her hair was matted and dirty. Her face had small dirt stains here and there and her clothes were rags. But that did not stop her from finding a morsel of food to eat from a dumpster. That did not stop her from finding a nice park to play in with some other children. And it did not stop her from enjoying her day. However when night began to fall she knew that she would have to find a place to sleep. So she went to the park and found some rocks. There was a big enough hole that she could fit in and she looked up at the stars and she slowly fell asleep with her doll as her pillow and her sheet as a blanket. She survived but barely. She knew that she had to bathe and so she would wash in the public washroom in the park. And she looked some what clean besides her rags for clothes. The saddest thing was that no one dared to call the cops. No one dared to call social services no one dared to do anything. That was how society was. Another persons troubles was their own. Everyone tried ignore as much as possible. So one rainy day the little girl now thirteen years old was wandering an alley trying to find something to eat. Her tummy grumbled with every single step she took. But she had to keep going. She had to find food. The rain kept coming down and down and she was soaked to the brim. Her rags for clothes already heavy with water. Her sheet clung to her body and her doll hung from her hand. She could smell the food cooking from peoples apartments and restaurants. She looked around and found nothing. And when she could walk no further her body collapsed in a puddle.
Now for some miracle there was an old woman who noticed this girl. Who noticed something was not right with her. She watched as the girl collapsed. She watched as the puddle engulfed her body. And finally she watched as the girl struggled to get up and move. To survive, to find food. The old woman looked at the girl and then quickly went to her and helped her to her feet. The old woman then helped her through a dark door.
The old woman's home was not more that a mouse hole in between two buildings. A very old storage room with no windows and barely any power. But the old woman knew this mouse hole as home. There was nothing to it.
She warmed up the last of her broth she kept and she through in some very old bread. But that was all she had. She made enough for herself and the girl and she fed the girl. As the woman helped the girl to eat and occasional took a mouthful of her soup the woman watched as the girl drank slowly savoring the warmth of the broth. The old woman grabbed a spare blanket and wrapped the girl in it. She lit a small fire and she stayed close to the girl. But when there was nothing left to lite the fire the woman looked at the girl.
"We best stay close tonight to stay warm"
The girl nodded and the she put her doll on her lap and she closed her eyes. She then held out her hand and the old woman looked at her with curiosity. That was when the old woman thought she was going mad. But she felt it. She felt the heat and she felt the warmth engulf her in a cozy feeling.
The girl was special and the woman knew it. She was an abnormal. The girl had a flame coming from her hand and for normal people she knew that fire would burn the flesh right off. But for an abnormal they were special. She knew of someone who knew of someone who knew someone very special.
"That's some fancy trick child, you best be keeping that a secret"
"Why?" asked the girl softly.
"Because not that many folks be liking that trick of yours. I do not mind it child you are safe with me. I am just a simple old lady with no one to look after and now that I got you I be making sure you are safe child. Tomorrow we travel to the next city to see someone to help you, but now child we sleep you take that sheet of yours and hang it on that there chair to let it dry. I have some clothes for you those rags can go in the trash"
"Thank you" said the girl.
So that is how it started. For the girl. Rough and tough life but that is reality and people know it.