Your'e not alone anymore
Prolouge
Kathryn's POV
Four years.
Four goddamn years I've lived in this hell hole.
What the most fucked up part is?
I'm here because my parents got sick of me.
Their new baby took my place and they sent me away.
Well who cares. I'm a fuck up anyway. No one wants me.
Duh ive been here four years. I'm 16. Been here since I was almost 12.
I was put in here 3 months before my 12th birthday.
I've had severe depression since I've lived here. To bad my room is on the first floor. Not much of a drop to jump out of. Yeah I've attempted suicide 3 times. But like I said, 1st story windows and dull razors really don't do the trick
After only a few months of me being here, a newborn baby was brought in. His mom was to young to have him so he ended up here I guess. We are pretty good buds. I like to say I raised him. He's only 4, but that damn kid listens to KISS. Damn im awesome.
Maybe someday we will be adopted together. Yeah right. We can only dream.
He's a cute kid. Really. He doesn't deserve to be in here.
Anyway back to me. My old life consisted of crappy friends and crappy parents. When I was 10 my mom er... ex mom? had a new baby named Nolan. He was ok I guess, but he just got everything. All the attention and all the money went to him. After awhile my parents just didn't want me anymore. I didn't fit into their perfect little family I guess. So ive been here a little over four years. Rotting away.
Sure I cut a little, and I puke here and there... but im not a terrible person. People just get the wrong idea when they see teenagers wearing all black in an orphanage. Like im a total skrew-up. Well im not. I'm far from it. Just depressed. But what do you expect? Whatever enough about me.
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we were all sitting in the "hang out room". lukas was sitting on my lap and we were listening to his playlist. which is the same as mine, but this one is his. anyway one of the stupid orphanage ladys came in and told us that there was a prospective parent wanting to adopt. we all had to go upstairs and make our self's presentable. I always look good, so I just sat there. "Kathryn dear, go make yourself... more... likable. don't you want to get out of here?"
I rolled my eyes. "yeah I want out of here. but im not gonna look fake, only to have the parent be disappointed and bring me back. if someone wants me, the have to get the real me." the lady huffed and walked out of the room. I know they hate me here, im the 2nd oldest but the other boy is almost 18 and can leave. he has only been here a year. anyway I waited for all the other kids and we lined up to wait for the prospective parent.
Four years.
Four goddamn years I've lived in this hell hole.
What the most fucked up part is?
I'm here because my parents got sick of me.
Their new baby took my place and they sent me away.
Well who cares. I'm a fuck up anyway. No one wants me.
Duh ive been here four years. I'm 16. Been here since I was almost 12.
I was put in here 3 months before my 12th birthday.
I've had severe depression since I've lived here. To bad my room is on the first floor. Not much of a drop to jump out of. Yeah I've attempted suicide 3 times. But like I said, 1st story windows and dull razors really don't do the trick
After only a few months of me being here, a newborn baby was brought in. His mom was to young to have him so he ended up here I guess. We are pretty good buds. I like to say I raised him. He's only 4, but that damn kid listens to KISS. Damn im awesome.
Maybe someday we will be adopted together. Yeah right. We can only dream.
He's a cute kid. Really. He doesn't deserve to be in here.
Anyway back to me. My old life consisted of crappy friends and crappy parents. When I was 10 my mom er... ex mom? had a new baby named Nolan. He was ok I guess, but he just got everything. All the attention and all the money went to him. After awhile my parents just didn't want me anymore. I didn't fit into their perfect little family I guess. So ive been here a little over four years. Rotting away.
Sure I cut a little, and I puke here and there... but im not a terrible person. People just get the wrong idea when they see teenagers wearing all black in an orphanage. Like im a total skrew-up. Well im not. I'm far from it. Just depressed. But what do you expect? Whatever enough about me.
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we were all sitting in the "hang out room". lukas was sitting on my lap and we were listening to his playlist. which is the same as mine, but this one is his. anyway one of the stupid orphanage ladys came in and told us that there was a prospective parent wanting to adopt. we all had to go upstairs and make our self's presentable. I always look good, so I just sat there. "Kathryn dear, go make yourself... more... likable. don't you want to get out of here?"
I rolled my eyes. "yeah I want out of here. but im not gonna look fake, only to have the parent be disappointed and bring me back. if someone wants me, the have to get the real me." the lady huffed and walked out of the room. I know they hate me here, im the 2nd oldest but the other boy is almost 18 and can leave. he has only been here a year. anyway I waited for all the other kids and we lined up to wait for the prospective parent.
Notes
im writing this with my friend AP Luver!I hope you guys like it! thanks for reading
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you update lol, i posted the last chapterrr
4/4/14