GG: Hi! Another Chapter! Anyway, This is the last chapter before I go back to the story line, and I am asking you to send anymore ideas you guys want included into it. Anyway there's a contest that will be added at the end.
'With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away, nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes, see 'em running for their lives'
My eyes snapped open, my head pounded from last night. Moving fast hurt, but if I didn't turn off the alram quick enough Mr. and Mrs. Jones would wake up. Sfter most my life and one family after another my luck had run out long ago in the game of the Foster Family system.
Turning the alarm off, I got some clothes out of the dingy closet in my room. Just a plain purple shirt, some jeans, and usual jackets & converse. I grabbed a little cover up and hid the bruise on my cheek. It only gave me more unwanted attention. I slipped doen the stairs unnoticed with my bookbag on and out the door , trying to be quiet as I could. At some point the ache in my ankle and head disappeared. The walk to the school was eventless, but I could still feel a few eyes on me, people pitied my situation. I learnt friends are something are a thing I can't have. I will never have another friend, the people here are either fake and I can't risk hurting anymore people.
I got to my first class of the day and took my seat. Pulling out one of my notebooks, I began writing whatever I could think of.
' Love is a deed best repersented by death. For a person who truly loves someone is willing to die to keep them safe.
Life is nothing without those you love, yet I still go on. I lose all who I wish to keep safe so if I have lost all why is it I still breath?
I know love must be repersented by death for all I have loved has in this way.'
My hands were balled up, shut tight. I closed my notebook and worked silently through the day 'til lunch. At lunch I walked silently around the school. The bruise healed awhile ago. It healed kinda fast but that, I guess, doesn't mean much.
My stomache hurts... When was the last time I ate? I'll sneak some food away from the teachers when they're not looking tomorrow at lunch..
The school was big, nice as well. But the Jones wouldn't dare give any money to feed me. When they first started fostering kids I heard they were great, but now they were horrid. It's my own fault that I got stuck with them.
I walked back to the Jones' house and hid my bookbag outside. I knew what was coming, and couldn't stop it. I slowly reached up and opended the door taking a dee breath. Stepping inside all seemed normal, the TV rawed in the living room, the house was over all spotless. Just when I thought I was in the clear, the sound of heels against wood came in my dircetion. Click Click Click "Good your back, I need you to wash dishes." grabbed my wrist her sharp red painted nails cutting into my wrist.
That's when came in. He quickly grabbed me by the hair. "Ah, Janet we agreed she'd clean the garage." "But Harry! The dirty dishes are piling up!" "And I want my garage clean!" The two of them began pulling me to where they wanted me to be, until they were both yelling loudly. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!" "Than you use too much of that damn cheap perfume!"
I ended up in the corner with my head down enough to protect my skull and neck. This always happened, then one of them would get bored, they'd make up, and one of them would give me a beat down. I only hope it would be quick.
I felt a sharp pain as slapped me, her nails digging into my skin leaving cuts on my skin. "Get up your scrubbing the floor instead." I slowly stood up, but appearantly not fast enough for her, because she kicked me hard in the shin with her pointy heeled shoe. "Hurry up! You an't got all night."
That's how I spent the rest of my day, A kick in the ribs here, a punch in the face here, and stomping on my hand almost breaking it once. This is my average day. At about 2:30Am, I finally got to bed. Holding my legs close, I laid on my side. I deserve this. 'IT' happened because of me.
Tears ran down my face, buring the cuts that ran all over my face. This has to be my punish. The Jones weren't the worst family I had been with, there was the Elric's, the Drain's, the Suoh's, and a few mintues. The worst had to be the Connors, it hurt like hell when they-
I sat up quickly tears really runniing down my face. I can't believe I forgot about all that. How? I continued sitting there. I have another secret in the box. I ran out to the roof of the Allen's house and began quietly singing.
"If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to His face
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
If God had a face, what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the Saints
And all the Prophets and...
Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
Tryin' to make His way home
Back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
Just tryin' to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome"
Does God even exist? That's all i wonder...
3rd
Iris Allen watched Whisper cmilb onto the roof and all the way through the song she sang. Iris was there even there when the girl had started to cry. And at some point the woman had found herself crying a little as well, what could have ever happened to make such a young girl so dead on the inside. Iris now knew who the girl had to be. She had the same look Wally did when he first came to live with them, and that look was one no one else could recreate.
GG: Done. And now for the contest.
In the story I mentioned some past foster families of Nikki, I want you people to PM a Short Nikki abuse story kinda like I did. But probably a lot worse. The one's I like best will be added some where into the story.