My lifesaver

Jamie is a fostered teenager by a family who hates her. Her foster mother physically abused her , making Jamie run away, what will happen when a stranger saves her from her death bed ? Who is it? And what will happen?


2. I've had enough


My alarm wakes me up at 6:30 making jump right out of bed hitting the floor, but there one thing on my mind .. School. I hate it I absolutely hate it, I wanna go back to bed but that's illegal for me to do in this house. I walk downstairs to the kitchen, breakfast for four coming right up. I always miss out on breakfast because I never get the time to eat it. Why? Because I have to do everything before walking outside that door like chores, but not just simple ones I mean massive cleaning the whole house chores!  Imagine doing that every morning. I really wish I  could live a simple normal teenager life. 

I walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus to come I see it and I get a gutt reaching feeling I see my my day flash before my eyes, its horrible. Like every other day. 

~skipping school day~

finally! I'm home. I say to myself walking through the front door. I feel a burst of cool air rush all over my face (the air con was on) probably the best thing I like about walking into this house is the air con on your face from a really hot day. 

I might've spoke to soon, it started pouring down rain and the thunder and lighting were so bad it made my windows rattle. My foster mum called me downstairs screaming at me as usual. She screamed at me because I haven't done this, I haven't done that. All she dose is scream at me like I'm a dog all something. I feel myself wanting to cry but I don't. I'm trying to hold it in but I can't its coming out, swallow it I tell myself, but it won't work, don't say it, don't say it , please don't say ...... " WHY DON'T YOU DO IT FOR ONCE IN YOUF LIFETIME YOU LAZY DOG I'M NOT YOUR SLAVE!!" to late.. Before I knew it I feel this massive pain across my cheek, then in my stomach, then in my legs , then in my back. I was on the ground spewing out blood while my foster mum kicks me in the gut. Finally I snap back to reality, I'm on the ground crying and screaming from the pain, I can see marks and bruises all over my body. It hurts to much I can't move. 

I find the strength to pick up my self using the rest of my energy and run outside the front door.



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