Chapter one – child hood I grew up in a two story house in New York. A Small town where everyone knew everything except what when on when the streets lights when out. I was 5 when I remember everything going bad. The house never cleaned and bellies were left unfed. I can still remember everything that went on back then. I was young but my mind still processed a lot of thoughts and still managed to collect information pretty well. I grew up quicker than most the other children not because I had to as some say but because I wanted to. Things started to seem unnatural. Mom who once was nothing but a ball of sunshine started to slip farther into the dark. I was the youngest out of me and my sister Angel. Angel was 8. She would jump around and laughed like any other eight year old would. I on the other hand was silent and still. I mainly did a lot of thinking which caused me not to have a lot of friends. Dad was simple and easy going and thought he could fix any problem. He was the type of guy you would go to for anything and he would make sure it got done. During those he started to slip away just like mom. Angel and I were never really noticed how unhappy they were. Days went by and they would just sit in silence so when Angel would get rowdy we both would be sent to our rooms without dinner. I thought it was weird that I always got sent away as well so when I finally went to go question it I saw my first sight into the real world I saw mom and Dad arguing over money and how it was being spent. They used to be able to sit down and talk things out. When I saw this I knew right away, things were bad. I saw mother hollering at dad about it and my dad just stood stone cold till he finally said "that’s it Rose I am done I can't take this anymore it's not MY fault you buy drinks It's NOT my fault you sit at the bar while OUR children are at school." Those were the last words I heard him say before he grabbed his coat and bags and headed out the oak door. Mom stood stunned about what has just happened. I slowly crept back upstairs where Angel’s room was. I knocked and whispered "Angel it's me Chloe let me in." She opened the door slowly and pulled me in. Angel took a deep breath in and spoke "so you heard what happened down there I thought you were asleep." We looked at each other with complete silence in the air. We didn't say anything for the rest of the night. She let me sleep on her floor that night so I wouldn't have to sleep alone in my room. The next morning I woke up and jumped off the floor to look through the window to see if dad had come home but surprisingly he didn't. I woke Angel and we slowly went down the stairs and into the kitchen where mom would normally be cooking our breakfast before school. She wasn't even there so I looked at Angel and Angel looked at me. We both felt like something was wrong just by the looks in our eyes. The fear went down from our minds in a matter of minutes. We ran frantically to our parents’ room where we saw our first sit of what true horror was. Mother was lying on the ground with her chest cut open with her heart cut out and missing. Angel and I knew right away the mother we once knew was forever gone. We called the police and when they got there they asked so many questions that I couldn't even respond. I glanced over to Angel who was answering the same questions with another cop to my right in the hallway. I cried for the first time that day. That day began the nightmare that I couldn't escape. Angel and I were placed in a foster care with a family who didn't seem so bad at first. The lady named Catherine stood about 5'6 and was pretty loud. She wanted me and Angel to feel at home. I thought to myself how could I feel at home at a place where I feel isn't my home? Angel and I shared a room at the end of the hallway on the first floor house. Everyday got worse and worse. It started when we were denied food the first time at this house hold. The whole day my stomach hurt so bad I almost passed out while doing my required chores. I hated daily chores I was only 5 at the time and I still had to do a lot of stuff. Angel and I worked hard just to get some scraps of food. Days went buy and my thoughts traveled back to what happened to mom and where dad was. I was just tired of all this and so was my sister. We sat in our room around night and started the plan to escape this place. When the plans were finally made and drawn out, we gathered our stuff at night. We crept passed Catharine’s room when suddenly a door opens. Angel stops dead in her tracks and I watch to see who exits the room. It was Kristen; she just recently got placed in the home. We all look at each other when Kristen finally spoke "what are you guys doing?" Kristen was 11 and obviously knew more than we did. We sort have looked up to her. We told exactly what we were doing and she asked if we could wait one more night so she could tag along. She hated Catharine’s house as much as we did. We waited that one more night. The more people we have better. The wait wasn’t long but it seemed long because our stomachs were left up unfilled. Kristen was finally ready and it was 12 o’clock when we snuck out and finally, Once outside Angel walked quick as possible passed us. Kristen and I were trying our best to keep up. Angel took us to mine and her old house. I stopped right when I knew where we were. "What, why, here? What’s wrong with you?' She shushed me as she climbed the tall tree that led into her old room. The wind whistled as the bushes made some form of noise. Our hearts start to race and we panic and follow Angel. When we got inside, we looked around just to see everything was the same. The dust filled the air just like before; the floor squeaked. Angel grabbed her old book bag and her hidden stash of money that was under the window ledge. She managed to save $300. All those Christmas and birthday money well saved will help us. We collected what little we could. Some clothing and blankets and got out. We traveled through the woods that were right across the road hoping we could set up camp before it was morning. The trees covered the sun and there was a small pond so we were able to wash every day. I remember the birds chirping early in the morning. It was the most peaceful time in my childhood. I felt at home. Kristen woke up the next morning hungry and we didn't want to spend the money right away. We set up some traps hoping to catch some Rabbits. We waited such a long time but no rabbits would fall for a simple trap. I finally decided we have waited long enough I asked Angel if we could use what was left of the money to go into town and get some food. She looked at me like I was some form of strange creature. She yelled for a good ten minutes before she took a breath. Kristen and I both thought it was a good idea but apparently Angel thought differently. We could only go hungry for so long without passing out. Kristen came up with the idea of begging for food on the side of the road. Angel went along with that plan but she didn’t want me to go because I was little unlike her and Kristen. So for about a week Kristen and Angel took turns babysitting me while the other would beg for food. I sat always wondering if all this was worth not having a home. Sure we had freedom but we never had the major things you need in order to survive. Kristen would always come back with a decent amount of money which was enough to buy water and sandwich stuff. We always made sure we put some aside for cloth. We needed more cloth to build a proper shelter. When it would rain we would gather around a tree and tried to stay dry but it never seemed to work. Days would come and go and we wouldn’t even know the day or time. Eventually, we stopped trying to figure out because the more we went into the town the more we were noticed which meant the cops would sooner or later get involved. None of us wanted that we have found a fondness of our new found home. Even though we had this new found fondness of our home we knew it wouldn’t last not at all or not as long as we would have liked. I knew one day we would have to move and find somewhere new I just didn’t think it would be this soon. Angel warned us to stay away from the town but me and Kristen would never listen; we would sneak off to the playground during the day when normal kids would be in school and while Angel was working hard for money. Kristen used to always say “when life is hard the best place is to be hidden but when life is easy it’s time to shine.” That would always make me smile. One day on our daily visit to the park we noticed a police officer and it was clear he noticed us. We were unsure what to do so we held hands and ran back to where we were living praying to whatever form of “god” was listening. We ran past all the trees and made sure we covered out tracks by dragging a shirt behind us so the police wouldn’t know where to look. It may have worked for the first three times but on this last final visit the officer found us. Angel had just returned from her time in town when she saw the man that would take us away from this hidden oasis we had created out here. When the officer finally stopped looking at were we have been living took us to his squad car. At this time, he stopped and whispered “wow what strong willed children.” Those were the last words we heard him speak. We drove in silence until we got to the station. There we were put in a room full of toys. I personally enjoyed seeing all the toys but both Kristen and Angel looked as if it was the end of the world and I clearly didn’t understand why. I thought toys and cookies were the things that made a child happy. Then I realize the true meaning of happiness. I watched as they ripped Kristen and Angel away from each other’s arms. They cried and cried and I was alone in a room full of toys but all I could think of was my sisters… my sisters of freedom. I sat alone in the room for hours it seemed before Angel was brought back still crying. We stared at each other for a little while then we embraced in the longest hug ever. After the police who walked Angel back had left her quickly explain what was going to happen. She told me that Kristen was taken back to Christine’s house and that we would never return there. I was saddened by this discovery but also relieved because we were away from the witch. Angel started to cry as she explained we would be tak (sorry stopped mid sentence writing this one)
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