The Girl Called Trouble

"It's your fault! Do you know what kind of things happened because of you?" The girl that people think is my sister screams. "Why couldn't you just die!

"How is it my fault? I didn't do anything." I answer.

"If you had died, James would still be alive! Melissa would still be alive! All you had to do is die!" She screams.

"Even if I had died, your father would have found a different reason to sell you and your mother would have still dragged you naked into that clearing." I state without any feeling. In truth, a part of me does blame myself.

Two weeks ago I was moved into a foster home. Now it was decided that I shouldn't be separated from my siblings. All four of them are here with me. Now I am in the backyard, trying to mind my own business and my supposed sister is accusing me of being the problem.

"If you want to blame somebody blame your mother. She is the one who decided to let it happen. Accuse you father because he orchestrated the whole thing, or blame the man that bought you. There is nothing I could have done to help you."

"You could have just died. It would have been better for everyone! Now I am going to lose both of my parents because of you! I should just kill you myself!" She screams with tears in her eyes.

"Killing me won't get you anywhere. It will just bring you more trouble." I say clamly.

"You are trouble! Everywhere you go bad things will happen because you are evil and a demon! Demons should all die!" She continues to scream.

It has been two weeks since the episode where Hera demanded money. I have tried to spend as little time around her as possible. I will end up leaving. There is no real point in me staying here. I don't even know why I have stayed this long. I am better off on my own. It's way more peaceful. But then, maybe that is the problem. I yearn for peace but I can never seem to stop fighting. I want to rest but I cannot seem to.

Even at night, I don't sleep much anymore. I don't even know what if real and what isn't at times. I feel awake when I sleep and I feel like I am sleeping when I am awake. I just want to shut the world out, but everywhere I go, I am surrounded by it.

I am feeling sicker and sicker. I should have recovered by now but no matter how much I try to take care of myself I seem to keep feeling worse. I don't give in to my illness and I keep moving. I need to change things up. I can't keep putting myself through this.

It was the same night that I felt my so called sister walk into my room. At first she jumped on my bed and started punching me. Before long she grabs a pillow and starts to press it against my face. When that didn't work, she grabbed a large book and started hitting me with it.

"Die! Just die already!" She starts to scream. "I hate you!"

It took what seemed like forever for the foster carers to come in and to separate us. During that time, she caused as much damage as possible. When they came into the room, she had taken a belt and started to beat me with it.

They eventually had to drag her out of the room I was staying in. I'm not sure what happened to her after that. All I know is I never saw her after that. In the future I would think about what happened to her. But at this time, I was just happy that she was gone. I really am better off on my own.

"I want you to show me your bank account." Hera demands. "You haven't been making money at the table and i have been paying for everything. It isn't fair."

"No. My bank account is personal so no." I say firmly.

"What do you mean? When I ask you to do something, you do it. You shouldn't even have money. You should just give it to me. It isn't fair now show me your bank account!"Hera once again demands.

"No." I wont change my mind on this.

"Do you want to stay here? If you do then you will do as I say! Show me your bank account! I mean it!" Hera starts to scream.

"No." I say.

"Don't tell me no! You will either show me your bank account or you will leave!" Hera says.

I don't say a word. Instead, I stand and start gathering my things."Is this really what you want to do? All you have to do is show me your bank account!"

I still don't say anything. Suddenly Hera stands and grabs my bag from me. She shoves one outfit in it and throws it out of the door. "If you want to leave, then leave!" She screams.

As I walk towards the door to grab my bag, she walks behind me and shoves me out of the door. She had the door closed and locked before I turned around. Either way I leave without looking back.