I spend most of my time in my room reading about, well I read basically everything I can. As a orphan there isn't much to do around here. We have limited privileges and a curfew. We are almost like prisoners.
Every child here has some sort of story. Whether they had parents gave them away, they were taken from their parents, or like me never met their parents.
I have no friends here because no one is allowed to talk to me. I get abused here, not physically but mentally. Either way it still hurts. Why not add physical pain to that, that would be just great.
I sat on my bed reading a book about legends on psychics and it says something about seeing the future is a sign of being a witch. That's crap. I'm no witch and I can see the past, present, and future. It's a gift that has guided me for so long. Without it I'd really be in the dark about life and the world beyond these walls.
I hated this place. For some reason I'm a target for everyone. Even though the other kids aren't allowed to be my friends or speak a word to me, I know that regardless they would treat me no different.
As I continued reading the children's book, I was enveloped into a vision.
It was the future:
I was running from something or someone. I saw a huge white house and ran to the door and screamed for help. Someone opened the door and he was beautiful.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Their chasing me," I cried and then I fainted.
Who is going to chase me? What do I do now? I thought. I was scared. A knock on the door broke me from thought.
"Yes?" I said.
"Come get your dinner," Mrs. Shelton said after opening the door.
"Yes ma'am." I got up and followed her to the dinning room. Taking a seat I ate my food. I asked to be excused and with permission I got up with my dishes in hand and walked to the kitchen. I washed the dishes and then went to my room.
I was feeling a little happy because Mrs. Shelton didn't treat me badly. Smiling I changed to my pajamas and went to bed, but still thinking about my vision.
Thanks for reading.