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Story!1


“Get the hell away from me, would you!!!!” Alora screamed, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t want to live here, I am sick of all this shit. I F***ing hate u all!”
“That’s it, stop swearing! Your grounded for a month! You think that everything revolves around you, if you don’t like something then you’ll just expect everybody to change their lives just for you. You never help around the house, and it’s your fault I am so stressed! Stop being so self centered.” exclaimed Alora’s step dad, with fury in his voice.
“Your not my father, so stop acting like it. Ever since u and mum got married you have been treating me as if I am your daughter. Well guess what, you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do, you’re just some stranger that lives in my house.”
“Now you stop that Alora! Paul is part of our family now, and weather you like it or not, we are in love. He isn’t replacing your father; he is just trying to discipline you like any responsible roll model would. I don’t think I can take this from you anymore!” yelled Alora’s mother in disappointment, with a hint of grief in her voice.
“Since I am such a screw up and shouldn’t be hear, I’ll leave you, leave you all in PEACE! I F*** everything up, so what’s the point hanging around, I am leaving!!” and with that Alora stormed out the house, grabbing her mobile phone, a bit of money and her pocketknife. 2

Alora Jade Pearman lives with her mum, Annabel Nicole Lukas, and her step dad, Paul Murray Lukas. She also lives with her older brother Daniel Sam Pearman and her younger stepsister Danielle Haylee Lukas. She hates her family so much, and she wishes she could just go and live with her dad (Henry Ben Pearman) again, but he is really sick and could is dieing. He was unable to look after Alora and Daniel because he didn’t get enough pay to look after himself, let alone both of the children too. Alora is 15 years old, and like most teenagers, hated her life.

She used to have a great life, her mum and dad were still together, she got along really well with her brother, school was easy enough for her to cope with, and peers were all really nice to her, and cared for her, she had the best friends anyone could. She had it all but then soon after she realized just how great the life she had was, everything was gone and all her dreams were shattered into a million peaces. Its true you don’t know what you’ve got until its gone. Everything seemed to have changed in a matter of days, in probably a little over a week. 3

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Her life wasn’t all bad, like at school, sure she wasn’t one of the ‘cool’ kids or anything, but she did have some of the best friends anyone could dream of. They were always there for her when she needed to talk to someone, and they tried as hard as they could to understand what she was going through. Although there was one problem, Alora wasn’t exactly one of those people who would go around telling all her friends how much she hated her whole life, and that she didn’t want to live at her house anymore. She didn’t like the thought of stressing her friends out; they didn’t need her problems on top of their own. She didn’t like people to worry about her, even if they were her best friends. It wasn’t because she didn’t trust them; it was more that she liked to keep her emotions and thoughts inside. Though this really wasn’t helping Alora at all. She was always confused. She felt better if she talked about what was on her mind, but then soon after she talked, she would feel bad again because she was upsetting (or worrying) the people she loved the most. Most of the time this was not the case. People told her that it wasn’t upsetting them, but she still couldn’t help thinking it. She couldn’t stand the thought of it being her fault that some of the best people in the world were unhappy. She would just put a mask on, hiding away pretending to be happy.5

Alora walked slowly. She didn’t know where she was going in her life, or what she was going to do on her own, but she was happy when she was out of that horrible street. The dull moonlight showed that the street was filled with gloomy garden beds, consisting only of dead flowers and the trees that had given up completely and stopped growing. Seeing this, gave Alora little hope for the future. All that could be heard throughout the street, were the screams of miserable people wanting to leave, to give up on everything, but of course none of them had the guts too. They were scared. Puppies wept in sorrow, hated their owners, and were trying to dig under the gates… but they were trapped. Alora was so tempted to open all the gates and let them all free, but soon realize, that no matter how unhappy the animals were, and no matter how much they wanted to run away, they wouldn’t survive very long out on the streets. Believe it or not they were better off where they were. This just upset her more, maybe she shouldn’t have left that dead house… maybe things would work out one day. That didn’t matter anymore because it was too late… there was no going back from here.
“Its not like they be worried, or would even care that I was gone.” Alora whispered to herself, reassuringly “they all wanted me gone, but just wouldn’t tell me. Now I am free of them all. I will be happy, and live my life the way I want to!”6

Alora walked alone, down the small suburban street, with few streetlights to guide her. She was starting to look around but all she could see were empty roads, filled only with darkness and the depressing thought of nothing. She was a lost soul, stuck in this wicked place; not even being able to leave. She was getting more depressed as the night went on, not knowing where to go, or what to do. She looked around for somewhere to sleep. Somewhere safe… Safe, she hadn’t felt that in such a long time, she had forgotten what it felt like at all. Was it a good feeling? Was it a feeling filled with pain? Was it a feeling at all? She had some many unanswered questions that filled her inside.7

Soon enough, Alora came across a row of shops. She walked to the rear, where there was a dark, dirty alleyway. It looked dangerous, but Alora had no choice, it was this or go back to the hellhole she used to call ‘home’. As she walked, she heard the sound of scurrying feet, little pitter-patters of raindrops falling to the ground and soon she started to hear her own heart rapidly pounding in her chest. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but she assumed it was because she was nobody else was around. She was alone, with no excuses. This confused her once more because she had felt alone since her dad had left, when she was forced to live with her mother (that parent she didn’t get along with). 8

The one thing that popped straight into her mind was a news report she’d seen recently, just the night before. It was about a girl about Alora’s age getting raped at the back of some shops. When they found her she was badly beaten and bruised, all her cloths torn. After she had been so severely hurt, both physically and emotionally, she was extremely lost and confused. The young girl refused to answer many questions regarding what had happened, as they hurt her far too much to think about. Alora tried not to think about that, but it was much easier said, than done. She didn’t want that taking over her mind, on top of everything else.9

She walked cautiously down the alleyway, not able to stop for the slightest thing. Alora had her hand in her pocket holding the pocketknife with a strong grip. As she walked she saw, a large skip; over flowing with rubbish scattered everywhere. She saw a few cars she couldn’t recognize, but there was one she did, one she would never forget. It was a ‘67 Impala; it had been lowered, and was painted sky blue. 10

As she glanced around, she saw out of the corner of her eye, a shadow. Alora was starting to be fearful of the unknown. She spun around in a hurry to see what made the shadow, when she looked however she couldn’t see a thing; it was starting to get too dark to see anything at all.
“It’s just your imagination Alora, stop worrying, it was nothing. You’re a free spirit now, and no one can hold you back!”
As she reassured herself, whispering theses words out aloud, she heard something. It sounded as if someone had kicked something behind her.
“What am I thinking? Am I going insane? There is nothing there Alora. Stop scaring yourself! Don’t be a baby.”
She tried reassuring herself once more, but this time she was sure that it wasn’t her imagination. She had heard something. She picked up the pace a little, continuously telling herself nothing was there, pretending not to hear anything.11

All of a sudden, from either side of Alora, came two muscular men, who looked about 19 years old. Alora began running, wishing she had exercised more, and gotten fit when she had the chance. After only a few meters they caught up to her, grabbed her tightly and pulled over to a nearby park. She screamed:
“NO, STOP! PLEASE, SOMBODY HELP ME! ANYBODY!”
The two men told her the more she screamed the more they would hurt her. She began to struggle more and more, when the men shouted:
“The more u F***ing yell and scream and struggle the more we’ll hurt you, even kill you, so shut up for F*** sake!”12

With that Alora went silent, not another word came form her mouth, she stopped struggling, but was still tense. She had never been this scared before in her whole life. then she gave in. No scream. No yell. No struggle. Nothing.
“That’s better! It isn’t that F***ing hard is it?” exclaimed one of the men.13

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Alora lay under the slide of a near by park. Dried blood fixed to her face, her clothes ripped, cuts and bruises covered her whole body. She awoke to see the moon still shining with its dull depressing light, and then she remembered what had happened.
“Why me? What did I do to deserve all of this? Am I not supposed to be happy? Was I only put on this F***ing planet to be miserable?” Alora kept these thoughts flooding through her mind. She was confused and didn’t no what to do. She lay helplessly for about an hour or so, constantly reminding herself how worthless she was, that there was no point being alive anymore. Alora felt for her phone as she burst into tears. 5.30 in the morning, by this time the sun had just started to break over the horizon.
“I’m such a screw up I cant even run away properly, why do I bother at all?” sobbed the young 15 year old. She wiped her tears, stood up as best she could and tried to walk. Her legs were incredibly hurt, and she found it hard to walk properly. She limped her way as best she could. If she was going to continue running away, she would have to get away from the area she lived, that’s the first place her family would look. Not that they would be looking, they didn’t care about her enough, maybe if they showed her a little love and support none of this would of happened in the first place. She might of actually been happy.15

She stumbled as fast as she could (which wasn’t fast at all considering she usually walked at a fast pace), looking around at the miserable day that was about to unfold. Looking at the dying flowers, yellow grass and half broken down fences, which surrounded her. She wondered to herself,
“What’s today going to be like? Better than yesterday I hope. Then again each day of my life only ever gets worse!”
Walking and thinking, She tried to think of the positive things that had happened to her. Though the only good things that had ever happened to her were with her dad. She loved him more than anyone ever before, but now that he was really sick; she hardly got to see him. Alora was thinking of the time he took her away on a holiday for about 4 days. They went up to Sovereign Hill together, it wasn’t exactly a long holiday but it was great to be away, just the two of them. And it was the most fun she can ever remember having. The train ride up was about 2 hours and it was a great opportunity for them to bond as a father and daughter. Telling each other all the different things that had happened to them. They were fairly close after that train ride, and Alora told him almost everything. 16

When they arrived, they stayed in a 5 star hotel, but didn’t spend too much time there. They bought lollies for almost every meal, and went out for dinner one night too. She had had the most enjoyment that weekend, then she had ever had in her whole life. To this day she has never been as happy as she was that weekend with her father.

They became so much closer when they came home from their holiday, and could talk to each other about anything. In fact that is exactly what they did. If Alora had a bad day, she went straight to her dad and talked to him about it, some how he made things better (or at least made her feel better) without doing anything at all. Just having someone there who would listen to her helped her to feel secure, and loved. Unfortunately she didn’t feel that anymore, from anybody.17

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By now, Alora had been walking for days, she didn’t know exactly where she was; she had never been here before. It seemed as thought she had been walking for at least 5 hours. And something told her that she was walking around in circles. Her phone had died and she was starving, but she was away from the one place she hated the most. She still couldn’t decide if she was happy, was this really what she wanted? Even if she didn’t it wasn’t what she wanted, it was too late now. She’d gone, there was no going back now, besides how could she go back, when she didn’t know where she was or what direction she came form? 18

She saw a sign up ahead; she approached it and read out aloud slowly.
“Nolvas: whele reled reel amel scel omeel true.” Alora was confused
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, did I walk all the way into another country… With a whole different language?”
She didn’t no how she would be able to cope trying to learn a different language too. Everything just seemed to be getting worse.19

She continued on her journey, walking alone, her feet killing her, with nobody left at all anymore. Nobody was even there to pretend they cared. She wanted to rest, but she had to keep going, she couldn’t bare the thought of stopping. She had to get further away, much further than she already was. She started running as fast as she could. Until… She freaked out. It was as if she was going through a stage of panic. Her breathing became uncontrollable, she felt as if she was suffocating. She stopped to try and catch her breath, though this only made things worse. She started shaking, with a thousand thoughts running through her mind. Thoughts she wanted to forget, to leave behind forever. She wanted to give in on it all. 20

“how long could I go on like this?” Alora asked herself, “why should I bother going on? It’s not going to get me anywhere!”21

She began scratching at her arm franticly. Leaving giant red marks, which soon got worse, and started to bleed. She had no idea what was going on, or how this had all started. As Alora saw the blood she began to calm down. Feeling the pain made her feel better too, as if she couldn’t feel anything before then, like she was numb and she needed to do this to make her feel again. She needed to feel the pain from the inside, on the outside. She was a wreck, a complete mess. Looking at herself made her cry, realizing how everything in her life had resulted in this. Every decision she had ever made turned out to be a mistake. Where could she go from here? 22

She sat, broken down, wondering where to go and what to do, when she heard something…
“Don’t do that to yourself!”
It was a soft, gentle voice of a young girl. The same voice echoed whispers over and over again. She stopped to try and make out the other echoes. Alora looked up and asked herself what was going on. Was she hearing things now? Maybe all of this confusion was making her go completely insane.
“What the hell are you on about Alora, you really are F***ed up aren’t you? Snap out of it!”
She tried to convince herself that she was simply imagining it, that it must only mean she is wasting time and space just living.
“Please stop… just tell me what is going on. I’ll listen to you, and I wont leave you on your own…”
She heard the voice once more, but only for a few seconds. Though during those seconds she felt hope, the hope she had only ever dreamt about.23

Alora sat back, wiped her sore, red eyes, and slowly uncurled herself to look around. While wondering if she has a mental problem (as another family member did), she wanted the voice to return, not because she wanted the help-she felt as thought it was far too late for any help now- but simple because she wanted to feel somebody was there, that somebody actually noticed her and considered doing something. She hadn’t felt that before, or at least in a long time. Everybody she new always ignored her tears, or worse still they were never seen. They filled her up inside, but she could never release them, not in front of anybody but herself. Her greatest fear was the thought of knowing (or remembering) the horrible ways people would show her what they really thought of her. Telling her everything that is wrong with her, never seeing any good in her.24

Alora stood up slowly, her whole body trembling, scared of (once again) what else could happen, scared of the world, scared of her own thoughts.
“Who am I kidding like anybody would notice me they haven’t in that many years, what could make me think anybody would start noticing now?” and with that she sat down against a tall wooden fence, curled up in a ball, where she felt slightly safer.
“ I will listen to you, care for you, and never leave your side. I promise I will never hurt you, and that you can trust me. I am not like the other people you have met… those who have deserted you when you needed somebody the most.“25

Alora looked up, both confused and convinced she was going insane. When immediately, out of nowhere she saw a beautiful girl, walk up to her. The girl looked about a year or two older than Alora. She had long blond hair, which fell straight past her shoulders. Her warm, gentle smile filled Alora with delight. It seemed as thought she was an angel, sent down form heaven, to help this broken and alone child. All Alora could do was stare in amazement. Shocked that anybody this perfect, would ever glance in her direction… let alone talk to her. She smiled. Not one of those fake smiles that so many others had seen, but the real smile. The smile Alora thought was gone forever.
She said trustingly “My name is Alora…”
“Hi I’m Christy.” 26

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