Heyy, this is something I wrote a while geleden for Emmett and Rosalie, please commentaar there will be meer chapters :) x
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell u my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have gegeven u all my past information then u can choose if u want to live the rest of my life with me of not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that u would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one dag they were fine the volgende dag my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on top, boven of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, u stupid little teef where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of wodka of whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my bed door my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered door my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen of walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another schommel, swing at me, I was lay on my roze carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the volgende maand I was on my own, getting food when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the uithangbord in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to verplaats towards me. I didn’t care who they were of what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell vooruit, voorwaarts towards my knees and I started shaking.
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell u my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have gegeven u all my past information then u can choose if u want to live the rest of my life with me of not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that u would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one dag they were fine the volgende dag my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on top, boven of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, u stupid little teef where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of wodka of whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my bed door my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered door my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen of walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another schommel, swing at me, I was lay on my roze carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the volgende maand I was on my own, getting food when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the uithangbord in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to verplaats towards me. I didn’t care who they were of what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell vooruit, voorwaarts towards my knees and I started shaking.
Zoey woke up in a hospital bed. She wasn’t happy to be there. Crowley had taken away her angel powers and she was completely human again.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are u going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few vragen for you”
“Then I guess u should call him” Zoey zei and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed door her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are u going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few vragen for you”
“Then I guess u should call him” Zoey zei and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed door her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
Meg was browsing through the pages of Daphne’s book, hoping to find something that could prove Cas’ innocence. While she read she listened carefully to hear if Zoey was on her back yet.
Maybe everyone was awake again. After all, the building was full of staff. Meg wasn’t in prison, she was being held custody, until someone told her how long she’d be convicted.
So it was very assumable Zoey had been caught and thrown out. of maybe she’s been arrested for trying to help Meg escape.
“Hello?!” Meg shouted to be sure.
No respond.
“Is anyone there?” Meg yelled.
Again no answer.
“Zoey!” Meg yelled again.
Complete silence.
“Okay, stay calm” Meg told herself. “Zoey’s just very confused and upset about the trial. She can only think about Alexia, so she forgot about me”
The other theory was that Zoey got killed, because she tried to help Cas.
Maybe everyone was awake again. After all, the building was full of staff. Meg wasn’t in prison, she was being held custody, until someone told her how long she’d be convicted.
So it was very assumable Zoey had been caught and thrown out. of maybe she’s been arrested for trying to help Meg escape.
“Hello?!” Meg shouted to be sure.
No respond.
“Is anyone there?” Meg yelled.
Again no answer.
“Zoey!” Meg yelled again.
Complete silence.
“Okay, stay calm” Meg told herself. “Zoey’s just very confused and upset about the trial. She can only think about Alexia, so she forgot about me”
The other theory was that Zoey got killed, because she tried to help Cas.
Heather’s upper body was covered with needles and each time Meg thought they’d reached the bottom the needles miraculously piled up.
Heather turned her head carefully to her ex-colleague. “Please, make him stop. I’ve done nothing wrong” she cried quietly.
“You made me a drugs addict” Cas reminded her. “I bashed my own head against a toilet and I almost got Meg killed, because of your needles”
“I’m sorry” Heather zei weak. “I just wanted to help you, I swear”
Cas grabbed another needle and drove it in her thy, making Heather moan, which made Meg shiver.
“Don’t u think that’s enough?” she zei careful.
“No” Cas snapped back. “It’ll be enough when there are no meer needles left”
“But they keep piling up!” Meg exclaimed.
“They’ll stop piling up when the whore’s death” Cas clarified.
Meg shook her head in horror. “What has gotten into you?”
Heather turned her head carefully to her ex-colleague. “Please, make him stop. I’ve done nothing wrong” she cried quietly.
“You made me a drugs addict” Cas reminded her. “I bashed my own head against a toilet and I almost got Meg killed, because of your needles”
“I’m sorry” Heather zei weak. “I just wanted to help you, I swear”
Cas grabbed another needle and drove it in her thy, making Heather moan, which made Meg shiver.
“Don’t u think that’s enough?” she zei careful.
“No” Cas snapped back. “It’ll be enough when there are no meer needles left”
“But they keep piling up!” Meg exclaimed.
“They’ll stop piling up when the whore’s death” Cas clarified.
Meg shook her head in horror. “What has gotten into you?”