Heyy, this is something I wrote a while পূর্বে for Emmett and Rosalie, please মতামত there will be আরো 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 আপনি 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 প্রদত্ত আপনি all my past information then আপনি can choose if আপনি want to live the rest of my life with me অথবা 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 আপনি would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one দিন they were fine the পরবর্তি দিন my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on শীর্ষ of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted খাবার 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, আপনি stupid little দুশ্চরিত্রা where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of ভদকা অথবা whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my বিছানা দ্বারা my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered দ্বারা my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen অথবা 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 দোল at me, I was lay on my পরাকাষ্ঠা 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 পরবর্তি মাস I was on my own, getting খাবার 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 দেওয়াল 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 সরানো towards me. I didn’t care who they were অথবা what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell অগ্রবর্তী 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 আপনি 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 প্রদত্ত আপনি all my past information then আপনি can choose if আপনি want to live the rest of my life with me অথবা 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 আপনি would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one দিন they were fine the পরবর্তি দিন my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on শীর্ষ of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted খাবার 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, আপনি stupid little দুশ্চরিত্রা where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of ভদকা অথবা whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my বিছানা দ্বারা my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered দ্বারা my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen অথবা 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 দোল at me, I was lay on my পরাকাষ্ঠা 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 পরবর্তি মাস I was on my own, getting খাবার 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 দেওয়াল 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 সরানো towards me. I didn’t care who they were অথবা what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell অগ্রবর্তী towards my knees and I started shaking.
