yours, mine, and ours (katie)

It had been a week since Megan and her baby sister, Hayleigh, had moved in with the Del Rossi's. Just a week. But Megan, unlike her little sister, didn't think it would last much longer. Afterall, noone wanted a girl like her. She was dirty...different. She came from a bad past, which only made things worse. Would she ever find a home? A real home? It had been not quite two years since she'd been taken away from her home. Just two years! How could Megan ever get pass something so...terrible, though? To her, it seemed impossible.

In two years, Megan had been in and out of foster homes. Alone! They had the nerve to seperate her and Hayleigh. She hadn't even seen Hayleigh for the passed two years, until coming to the Del Rossi's that is. They were the first people who would take both of the sisters. And Megan was happy to finally have her sister back.

But even now, she was pretty distant...even from her own sister. The passed two years, Megan and been in one foster home after another. No one never seemed to want her. They thought that she was nothing but trouble. Nothing but a pay check for them. No one ever wanted to adopt her. And every single home, with the exception of one or two, always seemed to have kids of their own.

She'd had pretty bad experiences. The last home Megan had went to, the parents had two sons of their own. They were older than her, both 13 & 15 years old. They hated her. They really hated her. And what did they do to make sure that Megan knew that they hated her? They beat her and would even use a knife and carve into her skin. It traumatized the girl even more. The oldest boy said that he would have taken her (as in raped her) but she wasn't even worth it. They didn't want any leftovers. The last thing they did to her, which was only about two months prior to now...they locked her in her bedroom with a 10-foot snake. And she was petrified. The boys, later that night when Megan was sitting on the roof right outside her window, they pushed her, causing Megan to fall, only twisting her ankle. Ever since, she was terrified of snakes, and refused to be on roofs or anything like that anymore.

It was late, and Megan was in her bed, tossing and turning. Mymbling words in her sleep. "No. Please. Don't hurt me. I beg you." But they only came out in a whisper. She woke up, screaming, at 3:30 in the morning. So, instead of going back to sleep, Megan walked out the backdoor in the kitchen, and sat on the back porch. She brought her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly, a few tears fell down her face. She looked up at the stars, smiling through her tears. Maybe her mom was looking down on her. "I love you, mama." she whispered, softly. "I miss you."