one wish

I can hear him coming after me. He must have gotten the note from my teacher.1

She said that she thought I must be getting bullied and wants a meeting, that is enough to set him off again.2

I did really well this week. I stayed out of his way, and did not cry or bring attention to myself.3

But now he is coming. Now he stumbles.4

He must be drunk again, he's always drunk when he gets fired, and that happens a lot.5

My door bursts open.6

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it's over, he is gone again. I bury my head in my stuffed lion.10

I wish I was back with my mom. She was kind to me, but she was killed...11

so now I am here with strangers who swear that they will kill me if I tell social services.12

They want to get more kids you see, one kid to hit, one kid to throw down stairs isn't enough any more.13

I hear his steps again...14

no... it's her, not him.15

I hear the bolt on the outside of my door shut. I am a prisoner here, in this room. Just me and Aslan my lion.16

Two days later and I am still here locked up. I have had no food, and just one juice box between me and Aslan.17

I curl up to hold off the pain in my tummy. I won't cry because it just makes me more thirsty.18

I dream that someday someone will rescue me, and bring me to a wonderful family.19

Where I will get toys and books, and where no one will hurt me ever again.20

I wish there was a hero out there, on his way to save me, on his way to protect me forever.