Let me break it down for you...
So a long time ago. Back when I was just a young child. There were these miraculous incidents that occurred in my life. Things I was able to do if I put my mind to it. I would cross my legs, fold my fingers into a diamond shape, close my eyes and wished for what I wanted. I would rock back and forth chanting what it was that I wanted. It usually took a while but it always happened. Sometimes it would take a few minutes, other times days or weeks. Either way, I was always there to watch as it happened. As I got older I thought, maybe it was all in my head. Perhaps it was just perfect timing or pure luck. There were times I actually believed that it was all probably because of me. I mean, I made perfectly good cases to myself on both ends. Then again at the same time. I was really young, impressionable and my imagination must've been something completely out of this world. I mean at the time I was getting everything that I wanted. Everything I asked for big or small but why? I honestly think that it was because at that time I really was going through a lot. At first my parents were always gone because they worked a lot and their jobs required a lot of travel. Then they left for good and I was constantly being moved around. Until I finally reached the home I am in right now. This is the house I've been in the longest. Over the time it took for me to get here. I have wished for millions of different things. Which included types of families with different abilities. I have been with funny people, grouchy people, cooks, Doctors and that's just to name a few. The worst of them all, was my very last one before coming here. My last home was hell on earth. My foster mom which we will call mrs.B. She didn't cook, clean or do anything for us. I'm not even sure how she was able to become a foster parent. There was a bunch of girls with us. Men would come and go as they pleased. To fast forward a bit. I was there about a month. mrs.b says to me. " Obviously your not going anywhere. Soon it'll be your turn" I called my social worker and tried to tell her what was going on. Only, even the girls made it look like I was lying. Maybe out of fear or loyalty. I don't understand it at all. A few days later mrs.b called me to her room. She had told me that they were going to have me start earning my keep tonight for the stunt I pulled. As scared as I was. I ran to my room, locked my door, pushed my dresser to my door. Then opened my window and hid in my closet. I figured if she thought I ran away she wouldn't check the closet and I would be safe for the night. I could hear them trying to get into the room. Then all fell silent and I heard one of them swear and say she's gone. mrs.b stormed out of the room and told one of the other girls to get ready. Then my roommate came into the room. I could see through the door she was cleaning up. So I quietly pulled clothes off their hangers and pulled them over my body. My tiny body fit perfectly in the pile and you couldn't tell I was there unless you watched for breathing. I'm not sure why but I started to panic. I tried to gather my thoughts but then I heard mrs.b. She was in my room and I heard the closet door handle start to wiggle. Next thing I knew everything went dark. When I finally woke, I found a man and woman standing above me. Not sure who they were all I knew was this was it. So I started swinging at them. I'm not even sure if any of my hits were doing any good. Next thing I knew I was in a lock hold and the woman was trying to calm me down. The people in the room was ushered out the room by her and I realized they were police officers. I quickly calmed down as I realized I was safe and they weren't here to hurt me. She kept her distance. Telling me that I was safe and that she's going to stay very close to me. I hear mrs.b in the other room saying that they were lying and watched as they escorted her to the police car. I'm not sure how long I was standing there holding my breath. All I know is, the moment I saw the police car door close. I fell to the ground, curled up in a ball and started crying my eyes out. Thinking to myself out loud " I am safe, I'm okay, it's over." I was trying to calm myself but fear was all that I felt. The ambulance showed up and they took all of us to the hospital. They checked our bodies. Just as the doctor walked away I heard her voice. My heart began to race all over again. Terrified she came here to finish me off. I began to pace in my room. I looked out the door and I saw her. She was looking straight at me and started walking towards me. So I ran to my bed and pressed the red button, pulled all the cable things that were connected to my chest off. I was getting ready to run. When she was right at my door, I was halfway out the window. I was trying to get a good hold but I felt a searing pain on my hands and realized she was smashing my fingers. I almost fell from the pain. As I looked down I seen how far up I was and knew if I let go now. There was no coming back from this. I am not a quitter. Then I heard a big bang. It was so loud it hurt my ears. I watched as mrs.b fell out the window. Then I felt a bunch of hands all over my body. Everything happened so fast. I couldn't catch my breath. I was so dizzy and light headed. As soon as I was back into my room on my own two feet. That's when everything went dark again. The last thing I remember seeing was mrs.b dead on the ground and then there was nothing but darkness. When I woke this time I saw a familiar face. It was one of the girls from mrs.b foster home. She stood there with tears in her eyes. She lightly touched my hand and when my eyes opened. She threw her body over mine and started to cry. The only words I could make out was thank you. A little shocked and confused I just hugged her back. I didn't know what to say or how to feel about this. All I knew is that we were finally safe. Later that night a police man came into my room to ask me questions. Apparently my willingness to free us girls even if I stood alone against this injustice is what saved us all. The girl that took my place that night was in the hospital. Only a few doors down. She was banged up pretty bad. She said that they were forced to lie. That if we told the truth she would kill us all in our sleep. That if they took us from her and costed her her business. She would not rest until she found all of us and made us all pay slowly with our lives. She said she was too scared to tell the truth at first. Only when the man that she was forced to go with. He beat her and tried to rape her. Mrs.b was running an escort business and the men weren't supposed to touch the girls unless the girls wanted them to. When she refused he took it anyway in the worst way possible. Then he dumped her lifeless body in a dumpster thinking she was dead. Luckily someone found her and called the police. Hours later the police stormed mrs.b house. Which is where they found me passed out on the floor. It has been days and I'm still in the hospital. Lunch was just served and I was beginning to but I could barely grasp my fork. My hands hurt like crazy. Only I am not giving up. They just pulled all the medical equipment off both of my hands. The doctor and nurses looked very confused. They have never seen someone heal as fast as I have. All the stab wounds were healed but the damage and the pain was still there. Now that I think of it. I have zero scars even now. My hands should be covered in scars but they are not. As determined as I am though. I will continue to try and master using my hands again. Finally after many days passing. Followed by many tries and anger filled frustration. I am finally able to pick up my fork. Now to get my hands to work with me and pick up my food and make it to my mouth. As I refuse to have someone else feed me. I have been on this bed for what seems like forever. Doing the same boring things on repeat. When finally one of the girls from my last fosters came strolling in. She looked as beaten and broken as I felt. When our eyes met she smiled ever so gently. I heard a quiet hello come out in barely a whisper. She walked up to me slowly. Then grabbed my hand with the fork in it. Then slowly applied pressure. She helped me eat without a single word. Tears falling from her eyes. As I was nearing my last bite she stopped moving. So I looked at her in confusion. That's when I noticed she was crying. I quickly dropped my fork and put my hand over hers. She looked at me again and all she said was thank you for saving me. I don't know how you did it but I know it was you. I saw you standing over me when I was in the dumpster and just knew everything was going to be okay. I just smiled at her and she continued to help me eat. Then after the meal she gave me a stress ball and said practice squeezing it. Your muscles in your hand has been torn and you lack pressure. It's why you can't grip your fork. Then she showed me her hand and I saw scars everywhere. I asked her what happened and she said mrs.b got angry with me one day. My punishment was being stabbed repeatedly with her exactoknife. She told the police I was crazy and did it to myself. Then she threw her arms around me and embraced me in a hug. She got up and walked away. Only stopped at the door when she looked back at me and said Good bye. Moments later I heard the intercom with the words code blue. Quickly followed by tons of feet scurrying to a room. My heart sunk and I was terrified. Afraid to know who that was. I leaned back into my bed and closed my eyes.