Red

This a story about Red. She is 11 and a homeless and defenseless girl on the brink of depression and she has no-one, no Mum or Dad, or any nemesis- until today...

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1. The Beginning

Red

 

Hi i’m Red, a homeless and defenseless little girl that was abandoned and forced to live on the street. Until one innocent person came, and saw me as his perfect target...

 

“Hi little girl! Do you want something to eat?” I obviously said yes as all homeless hungry 11 year olds would say. But lacking safety education I followed him and he just took me. Just took me from the earth...

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED SINCE THEN, ALL BUT ME.

I was rushed to this mans house all musty but full of children the same age as me, but they are all sore and clutching everything they touch. It looks like someone's done something to those poor innocent people.

I’m guessing it was this slug of a man.

 

This is like child cruelty, I was placed in a 1x1 metre room with no food or drink for up to five days at a time. As there were no windows I never ever got no fresh air. I was one day given a feast of a banana and a bottled fruit juice but there was a note with all of it, it read, ‘I will open this door at exactly 7pm, you are to come out and come to my bedroom.’ I didn’t know weather i should or not because I knew what he would have in store for me if I went into that room so I decided on this plan, when the door was opened I would look like I was coming out of the room and heading for his old bedroom but in fact I was heading straight for the door. I thought this was genius because the door was right next to his bedroom. But for one note I did know the door was always triple locked. But the key is ALWAYS in the door so i was just going to turn it three times (hopefully quietly) and just escape, just like he took me from the face of the Earth.

 

 6:55 PM THAT NIGHT.

 

My plan is still in my head and is the only thing I am thinking about right now. This is the thing that may save my life. It is now on the dot of 7pm and I hear the door click and someone run away. I have an idea of who it would be, but i dare not say a word. One minute later I had the courage to get up and start for the door but i hear a click, almost like someone just loaded a gun. I wThis is like child cruelty, I was placed in a 1x1 metre room with no food or drink for up to five days at a time. As there were no windows I never ever got no fresh air. I was one day given a feast of a banana and a bottled fruit juice but there was a note with all of it, it read, ‘I will open this door at exactly 7pm, you are to come out and come to my bedroom.’ i didn’t know weather i should or not because I knew what he would have in store for me if I went into that room so i decided on this plan, when the door was opened I would look like I was coming out of the room and heading for his old bedroom but in fact I was heading straight for the door. I thought this was genius because the door was right next to his bedroom. But for one note I did know the door was always triple locked. But the key is ALWAYS in the door so i was just going to turn it three times (hopefully quietly) and just escape, just like he took me from the face of the Earth.

 

 As scared, severely scared. I just stood there like I was a target, just shattered because I knew if  I headed for the door I would be shot down and just be left there on the floor and bleed to death. This evil man is just making my life a living hell. I can’t even have the freedom I deserve. What did I ever do to hurt him so why did he need to target me? Who knows but how am I going to get out of this mess without getting hurt? I was really stumped at this point while I was still standing in the middle of the hall like a target. I just peered around the corner of the hallway and I see a shotgun barrel and a glare at me like I am a fugitive. He must be this man’s evil sidekick. Almost like him he had an evil glare and grin that makes you just look at him until you realize you are being targeted. It is just sad. I decided not to just stand there and make an idiot of myself but I decided to just run, run like nobody was there, I get to the door and unlock the door in one go (it wasn’t on triple lock, luckily) the guy with the gun shot a bullet, narrowly missing me and i remember seeing it go flying past. It was scary, almost creepy. I had more to think about now! I was FREE! At last, It was like this day was never going to come.

 

Outside, Fresh Air, Trees, Freedom... Something I hadn’t seen for 2 months. After I was out I just ran for miles and miles in a random direction but now it didn’t matter because I had a new life to fulfill. Wait, I hear something rustling rocks behind, OMG it’s the guy with the shotgun! I didn’t hear anything after that and Iin such fear I just kept running but I just poked my head around to see where the guy was. But he wasn’t there; just like I was having a hallucination. One minute the gunman is there and then the next he is gone. It is actually quite creepy when you were running for your life.  

 

I immediately went to the closest Police Beat and reported this creep of a man which I thought sounded like Theos Vanzito. Maybe I am wrong but a girl who has just been through all of this is not going to remember the name of the creep that just kidnapped her. They asked me where he lived- I didn’t know, His age- I didn’t know; I didn’t know anything. They then asked if I could lead them back to the house, supposedly where Theos Vanzito was living. I kind of just followed my sad tortuous track, it was sad for me, but I didn’t really have anyone to go home to. I got so far out that the policeman said that it was too late and we had to go back to the station. When we got back the Policeman asked me if I had any family, I wasn’t going to lie so I said no. They then both said that I needed to go to an orphanage. So they just pushed me in the back of the car and was sent to an orphanage where I was a number not a person anymore. It was disturbing the way they treated us. They used to give us no food for a day if we spoke back to someone, it reminded me of my time in the creeps house. The food was not great either, all it was was a piece of bread and porridge. I don’t know why in movies the orphanages are so good but when in real, life they don’t seem to be that way, Kind of like false advertising. Every room in the dorm is overcrowded as a single bed crams three people in it. There are 5 bunk beds in each room, 15 rooms in each dorm and there are 4 dorms that equals to 600 little orphans. It is too full and they need to start giving these orphans away to loving parents, that is all I want is to have 2 people that actually care about me and buy me stuff. It is like heaven. Most people don’t know what it feels like to be an orphan.

 

1 WEEK LATER

 

OMG! I just got a call over the radio requesting me to the front office! It means I get new parents! Well thats what I think i’m getting called for? I got there and saw the Head Houseperson, and a woman and a man! SQUEEE! They get me to sit down and to show me their number to make sure it is correct and they are not adopting the right child. Its right. They look like loving parents. But the orphanage has a policy that the child has to know about the family and have to agree to live with them before they leave! I was like ‘Woman, I am GOING!’ That was before she even asked me. The family had 5 other children and lived in what seemed like a mansion... And I am going to live there!

 

When I got to the house I was liike “OMG”, since I had never lived somewhere with a pool or air conditioning it was like I was attending the most expensive summer camp. Except this time I was staying here! Why couldn’t this have happened to me a while ago! I was led to my room with a Queen size bed and a view of the pool. One thing I find really heartwarming is that someone moved out of that room to give it to me so I could have the best view of the house. It was so sweet! Back to the room. It has a sweet smell, like cotton candy, and the sun just lands on my face and making me feel like my life is getting lighter. It reminds me of my mother, Samantha, she died of Aids. In a place with Sun that just landed on your face. It seemed like a happy place we were at until mum just landed on the floor. Lifeless. It was a rush from then and I was forced to live on the street because I didn’t have any family, no-one to go to.

 

My new mother told me that the bathroom was right next store to my room and I share it with the other 5 children but that didn’t seem to bother me. It’s not like we are always going to need the bathroom all the time. All I have to make my room mine is a pocket size picture of my Mum. I stuck that right next to my bed. My new Mum (BTW her name is Lysa) called me downstairs for dinner with my Dad (Hardy) and my five siblings (Breeanne, Mike, James, Jenette, Miranda), the dinner was the best dinner I have had sinse my Mum made her last home made meal. It was Chicken Florentine with a side of Pesto Pasta bake.

 

My new morning had begun, I got up to go to the bathroom but I noticed a note on the door, a timetable! Lol I had first dibs in the morning! From 630-700! Mum called us down for brekkie, Bacon, Eggs and Mushrooms! Yummo. She said we were going to the shopping center today, I used to love going shopping with my mum (Samantha).

 

 We got to the shops and I saw a familiar car. But I didn’t know if that was actually the car that i thought it was so I didn’t say anything. So I walked with Jenette around the shops and nearly fainted when I saw a familiar face. That slug of a man was there, Samantha had to hold me back from being a savage and running up and biting and tearing bits of skin off him. I ran to the Police Beat that was only two shops away and they came out and arrested him. They put him in the cell and got a search warrant for his house. they found 11 little girls under the age of 12. It was gut wrenching to think what he was dfoing to those kids. All the kids were taken from the house and were given clothing.

 

Wait until the next installment of Red to hear the end of the story!

   

 

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