• Forgotten Children.

    ~XxProloguexX~
    I am alone, nobody cares about me, nobody knows I am here. I'm stuck with nothing, no warm bed to go to at night, no meal that put food in my stomach. Now that I look back, I feel stupid about leaving it all behind, but the only thing is. There was no warm bed to come home to, No hot meal, fresh from the stove for me to eat. If there was only a little bit while mum and dad ate big lobsters smothered in butter, right in front of me. They don't care anymore. They Abuse me, lock me in my room. No wonder I have no friends. I hate my dad, seeing that he was the one who sexually abused me. But I hate mum even more, seeing that she didn't do anything about it. I knew she felt bad, but I couldn't take her pity. I wonder if they are at home, sorry about my disappearance..... Nah, Bullocks. If they were they'd be searching for me, taking me home. But instead I am in this dark, damp, cold place. Nobody knows how cold I feel, Nobody knows how trapped, Alone, Scared, I feel. Nobody knows how hungry or thirsty I am. But this is what I am, and what I am is one of the forgotten children.
    Hi, my name is Caroline, I am 10 years of age and I am a london girl and now I am part of the Forgotten children.

    ~XxChapter OnexX~

    I am shivering, the goosebumps on my arm rise up. I clutch my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth. I knew I was alone, but I am happy. Even though I don't look like it. My Auburn curls have dirt and mud in it, while my clothes are so ripped and dirty they look like rags. I sit under the bridge, sitting in the water that formed a little stream over time. A tear feel on to my cheeks, staining them. I whimper, making my delicate, soft london voice weak. So I started singing, trying to call myself down, well thats what I said to myself anyway. So I started.
    "Just a normal day
    Streets turn into graves,
    Traces have been removed,
    The search was dissaproved,
    So cold the night,
    The weak ones lose the fight,
    To many of them out there,
    No-one seems to care.."

    I stopped singing, more tears trickled down my face as I flashed back to my past. God it was so horrible!
    I still love them, but I can't carry on living there. I looked outside the cave, seeing the towns flashing lights from the traffic and shops. I was glad to be out of there and into this cave. I pulled a blanket from my ransack and laid down. I put the blanket ontop of me. Grabbing Scottie out,[ Don't judge me! Yes he was a teddy bear but I was 10!] I snuggled up to him under the blanket, keeping out all the sounds from the city and concentrating on the voices of the mountain.

    ((Will write more later))