Haven't you said goodbye, to the one on who your life depends?
She sat quietly in the backseat, staring out of the window to the darkness that laid beside her. The air was crisp and damp, but typical for a late September night. She was going to be okay, she was with her sister, they were safe. She didn't know where they were going, but everything would be alright now. When she opened her eyes again, she would be alive again. She would know what it felt like to be loved.
When she did open her eyes again, it was still dark. The car pulled up to a farm house, miles away from anywhere that she had ever been before. It was late, she knew, just as it was eerie quiet. She expected to feel differently, but the events that had happened only 3 hours earlier had changed her forever and somehow she already knew. Things would never be the same. Out of the car she got, with her sister Amiee, and that smelly old bear Brownie in tow. She would get rid of that bear, it wouldn't help anyone, but only haunt them with memories of innocence. They went inside. She expected the smell of hot cocoa and cookies baking, the feeling of love. But there was no love here. Only the scent of disinfectant and people who didn't even care. Mr. and Mrs. Goodfellow were there, waiting for them to arrive. They did not greet them with smiles or hugs, they didn't even show a glimpse of sincerity. This was their job, to accept children that no one wanted.
She was 13 years old, her sister was 6. She just started high school a week ago, and her birthday was in less than a month. Now, here she was, in a strange place with strange people. She wondered if they even knew when her birthday was. Someone asked her name and she mumbled something under her breath which sounded like Cara. Her sister did not seem to question any of this, as she bounced through this new living room playground without a care. They were shown to their beds, Aimee - a nice room painted a shade of pink that was not quite bright pink, nor baby pink, but a beautiful mixture of the two, and Cara - a hard, uninviting cot in the study. She knew that she was not going to stay here. This was not her ending, this was not where she would find love.
In and out of sleep, the morning came. Cara went to the kitchen to find her sister, busy washing vegetables to get ready for the fall fair that was going on that day. Cara didn't want to go to the fair. She wanted to go out with her friends back home. She wanted to go back to school. She wanted to forget what had happened the night before. Cara wanted her life back.
When she did open her eyes again, it was still dark. The car pulled up to a farm house, miles away from anywhere that she had ever been before. It was late, she knew, just as it was eerie quiet. She expected to feel differently, but the events that had happened only 3 hours earlier had changed her forever and somehow she already knew. Things would never be the same. Out of the car she got, with her sister Amiee, and that smelly old bear Brownie in tow. She would get rid of that bear, it wouldn't help anyone, but only haunt them with memories of innocence. They went inside. She expected the smell of hot cocoa and cookies baking, the feeling of love. But there was no love here. Only the scent of disinfectant and people who didn't even care. Mr. and Mrs. Goodfellow were there, waiting for them to arrive. They did not greet them with smiles or hugs, they didn't even show a glimpse of sincerity. This was their job, to accept children that no one wanted.
She was 13 years old, her sister was 6. She just started high school a week ago, and her birthday was in less than a month. Now, here she was, in a strange place with strange people. She wondered if they even knew when her birthday was. Someone asked her name and she mumbled something under her breath which sounded like Cara. Her sister did not seem to question any of this, as she bounced through this new living room playground without a care. They were shown to their beds, Aimee - a nice room painted a shade of pink that was not quite bright pink, nor baby pink, but a beautiful mixture of the two, and Cara - a hard, uninviting cot in the study. She knew that she was not going to stay here. This was not her ending, this was not where she would find love.
In and out of sleep, the morning came. Cara went to the kitchen to find her sister, busy washing vegetables to get ready for the fall fair that was going on that day. Cara didn't want to go to the fair. She wanted to go out with her friends back home. She wanted to go back to school. She wanted to forget what had happened the night before. Cara wanted her life back.