What did I do?I picked up my pencil and paper to draw when my younger sister came in...
"Robin!" She cheered as she hugged me. Loving kids I had to hug back. What interested me is that she held a piece of paper. I scribbled a few words on my notepad. 'What's that?' She read what I wrote and handed it to me. "I got an sticker! I'm a genius!" I smiled at her and nodded. I began to write again. 'That's fantastic Hannah' That's when our dad walked in...
"Are you talking to my little girl?!" He yelled. "Hannah. Out! Now!" she walked out of the room as told. That's when I was pushed out of my seat. "You where speaking to her weren't you?!"
"Da...op" I tried to speak. I don't even know why I try.
"Don't you even try to talk back to me! You little wretch!" He yelled as he lifted me up from the ground and slammed my back into the wall next to my desk.
"Sto!..." I tried to speak again only to get punched in the stomach and dropped to the floor. "Da..." I cried.
"Get up!" my dad ordered. I slowly and uneasily stood up. I ended up falling to the floor after he punched me in the face. Tears began to form in my eyes and blood pooled from my now bloody nose as I held my cheek.
"Dad stop!" My older brother John barged in but to no use I began getting repeatedly kicked in the stomach. I tried to scream but couldn't. Sadly I can't make out to many words. "Dad stop! What has she done?! All because she has Broca's aphaisa doesn't mean she's evil!" He ripped my father away from me.
"She was writing to Hannah!" He screamed and shoved John away. "My girl isn't going to be poisoned by this b!tch!" I was sat on at my waist and his hands reached my neck. Less and less air decided to greet me.
"Da!...op!" I pleaded. His grip tightened around my neck. "Sto!..." I was now gasping for breath. The last thing I saw was my brother trying to get my dad off of me as My mother came into the doorway and just watched as I no longer moved.
I could feel something wiry tickle my feet but when I opened my eyes I really was outside. How did I get out here? I slowly stood up with my body still aching. I stumbled a bit wile walking to the door. Sadly I've had worse done to me. I tried the doorknob but it was locked. I don't even have my notepad to slip a note under the door.
"So...op...Dor?!" I tried to yell for someone to open the door. I went to the back gate and tried it. It was also locked. Well it's to tall to climb. I have to wait I guess. I went to a fence post in one of the corners and sat down. They have to come back.
Why haven't they come back? I spent the whole night out here. Thank heaven It's spring otherwise I'd freeze my ass off. I am a bit hungry. I wonder where they are anyway. I wonder if Hannah and John are ok? My dad better keep Hannah safe and hopefully John gets into that collage. God I wish I had a friend at the moment. I've only had two friends so...what would I know? My dad never let me leave the house. My mother homeschooled me and hated me. Kind of like everyone else. I don't blame them. Who would want to be friends with a freak that can't speak? I mean just look at me! I'm just a mistake...
I need SOMETHING to write with. SOME sort of paper. SOMETHING, ANYTHING would do. I wonder if my old notebooks are in the recycling...maybe I can use that? I walked to the recycle bin and dug around for some paper thankfully there was a ton. Now all I need is something to write with.
I have begun tearing at the fence I'm not even close to getting it down but hopefully someone will hear me. I'm practicly starving. How am I still alive? Rain clouds have been moving in maybe it will rain later? For now I'm going to get this fence to break.
It's started to rain. Now all I need is a container to get the water...The recycling bin! I ran to the bin and dumped out all of it's contents. This HAS to work. I turned around to see my paper now soaked. Aww seriously?! Where am I going to stay to get out of the rain anyway?
I've managed to find a pen in the trash. Hey a girls gotta do what girls gotta do. But sadly I'm still soaked and so is the paper. I'm so hungry but, Maybe I can find something to help me get the fence down?
The paper has dried and I have sent notes into the ally saying where I am. I've managed to slip them through the spaces in the fence. I have become crazily thin since I was abandon in this yard too I just hope someone finds one of the notes.
A kid in the ally found a note thankfully. He stopped by to see if I was still alive. I feel so weak though. All I could do was smile to him. He's gone to get help.
Who are these people. Who ever they are they need to let go of me.
"Sto...Le...Go!" I screamed as I kicked and struggled to get out of their grasp. "Le...Go!" I managed to get free and ran as far as I could before I fell.
The week after
I trust nobody here and I've been stuck in this...cell? A lady named Alice who is my therapist has taken a liking to me. She has been staying in this room with me for at least 3 hours a day. She's also been letting me out of the room and has been walking around with me. Nobody really thinks there's anything wrong with me. There isn't anything wrong but each time she asks me if I want to leave I tell her no.
I have managed to cause some sort of trouble during this time to make sure I stay. I don't want to be stuck with my father if they find my family and I'm not going to an orphanage. I've also been left in the cafeteria with the lunch lady. She says as long as I'm not throwing food around I can stay.
Alice has managed to get one of the guards to walk around with me too he sometimes he even talks to me. I've gotten some notebooks and a pack of pencils to write with and even a desk in my room. Nothing else has really changed...nobody has heard me speak since I was brought here. I miss Hannah and John so much. They even started me on depression pills I just hope their happy. I hope my dad's happy with himself. I don't even know why I was brought here in the first place...What did I do?