adopted by my idol (#wattys2015)

chapter 1

May 3rd 1992 ~ 03:00am

"mommy I'm hungry" I say climbing up onto the couch next to my mom

"well we got no food so go away I'm busy" mom says pushing me away that I fall off the couch, I get up and toddle off to the next room maybe my dad will have something to eat

"what are you doing in here get out!" he yells as soon as I set foot into the room

"I'm hungry"

"aww are you hungry sweetheart?" he smiles coming towards me and kneeling down to my level and I nod yes "WELL TOUGH" he yells in my face pushing me away with a lot of force.

-4 hrs later-

"Lucy, you still hungry?" I turn around and my parents are stood at the entrance to my room

"yeah"

"here you go" they smile handing me a pizza box, I smile and get it but when I open the box it's empty and my parents are just laughing.

"omg she fell for it again, we sure as heck got a stuck with a stupid one" my dad laughs

"please can I have food, I haven't had anything in days" I say whilst holding my skinny rumbling stomach

"NO!" they both push me back and forth to each other like I was some football until, things started to get blurry as my head started to get dizzy

"she don't look good, maybe a little bounce would fix it" I faintly hear and the next thing I'm falling down the stairs

"OI FREAK WAKE UP!!" I wake up and sit up feeling my face hot from sweating "stop with the screaming, we're trying to sleep" Courtney smirks

"what's going on?" Miss Taylor asks walking in and turning the lights on

"freak here had another nightmare"

"back to bed Courtney and it's Lucy not freak" Miss Taylor says and Courtney goes to bed as Miss Talor turns to face me again "Lucy it's been 3 years now, this has to stop" she sighs

"it's not my fault I keep having these nightmares, you think I like having them?"

"of course not"

"and living here doesn't help, I get pushed around enough here"

"just go to sleep"

"changing the topic, again"

"Lucy bed!"

"I'm in bed"

"Sleep now!"

"whatever"

"you need a new bandge tomorrow too"

"fine" I scoff laying back down as the lights goes out, I cuddle up to my plushie and think why me, why do I have to be the one that suffers I just want nice parents who can help me and I can be a normal kid. I keep thinking about what would happen if my parents was nice or what would happen if I was to get adopted until I eventually fall asleep.