I cried and cried and didn't even want to stop. I kept getting flashbacks of memories and I kept praying and praying and saying sorry over and over again. At the same time, I started laughing because it wasn't believable.
I was actually at a Children's Home, but for teens.
'Miss Alvarez's Home for Orphaned Teenagers' .
I got taken to my social worker (Taylor) and she showed me my dormitory. It looked quite scruffy, with someone's personal belongings scattered about. Her name was Jacqueline Marlowe. She didn't have a dad from the start but her Mum died in a gas explosion when she was only 6. She was pretty but had a lot of bruises. I asked her why she had them and she said she ran away from the gas explosion and somehow stumbled along the way and got permanent bruises.
Jacqueline was attractive because of her natural look. She had freckles and had short orange hair. She got into a long conversation with me. Asking personal questions. I couldn't stand it in the end and stayed silent, lost in my own thoughts. Jaqueline got mad and said I was so stuck up and rude.
"Why are you asking me these stupid things, you don't need to know EVERYTHING about me! You're such an idiot, trying to find out things you don't even need to know!!!" I fumed.
"Calm down you angry head! I was just trying to get to know you!!! Don't get so mad!"
I lost my temper really badly and threw a stash of these weird- looking sketchbooks at her.
"I HATE you!!!!!!" I screamed.
She ran up to me and started pulling my hair like crazy. I tried to kick free but she had a tight grip on me. She got a table knife from the back of her bookshelf and teared my cheek revealing a huge gash of blood.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY STUFF AGAIN!!!!!! I'LL BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!" She yelled, uncontrollably.
I was just held tight in a vicious grip, crying helplessly . She was surprisingly strong. I started to worry and was scared she might just kill me.
I screamed for Taylor and Miss Alvarez (the only people I knew so far).
She just wouldn't let go of me and kept cursing under her breath. I let her hold me though. I didn't want to be beaten to death with a table knife.
A few moments later, Taylor and Miss Alvarez dashed into the room. They told me I was going to be okay and managed to let Jacqueline get me out of the painful headlock she has put me in.
They knew they had to give me a room change so moved me to a less affected girl. Taylor told me it wasn't Jacqueline's fault she was so violent and aggressive, it was because of what she had been through.
Yeah right!