Freed at Last

I felt there was someone watching me, I turned

and took a quick look around the room and I was all alone,the room was a little bit dark, the shelves were dusty,some tiny spiders made their webs on the dusty corners.I was lost in my own imagination when I heard some footsteps approaching, I knew I would be caught red handed but it was a great relieve when the sound of the footsteps diminished. I slowly tip-toed out of the room and went on with my house chores as usual.

This was my new home where I had been adopted two years ago.They had turned me into a house help as young as I was,I was not allowed to leave like the rest, I was deprived my childhood, I had no freedom like the other kids, and sometimes I would consider my self the greatest mistake that had ever happened, to be sincere I envied my foster family kids they lived the best life on earth.I knew fate was not on my side.

I longed for a day when my voice would finally be heard, I spent sleepless nights crying on my rug bed and questioning nature,I was depressed,hurt,wounded and bleeding from within,I faced rejection and wondered what I had done to deserve such ruthless, harsh treatment from my foster parents, perhaps I was the unwanted or cursed child. I had no clue of my originality or the people who were responsible for bringing me in this cruel world.

My foster parents would insult me and reduce me to nothing with their abusive words,it seemed as if they had classes and graduated on how to choose the best abusive words for me,I was traumatized and scared ,my innocence showed from my face, yet they referred to me as the devil,this was contradicting but anyway I never bothered and I would let everything they said about me slip, because eventually no one was there to defend me.

I longed to join school, and one day I gathered enough courage to share my thoughts with my foster parents, luckily they agreed though they referred to me as the idiot bastard who would not get anything in class, I joined a local school near our residence, I was the most introverted kid, I was shy and I had no idea of how I should mingle with the other kids.I stayed by myself. The truth is that I enjoyed arithmetics and literature.

My foster parents ensured that I was right on time from school,so that I would do the house chores, I had no time go over my school work but the fact was that I grasped everything the teacher taught,and that was my little secret and for once could see some light at the end of the tunnel. We did several years.

One fine morning as I was walking to school as usual, I noticed a cute, handsome boy, I was not that type of girl who was into boys but I must admit that the boy blew my mind, and for the first time an intense feeling criss crossed me and the whole of that day I kept thinking of what I saw.

The next day I walked to school and news had it that I was the best in the previous mathematics test and the overall winner in the end term exam, I couldn't hide my joy, I burst into tears not tears of joy but tears of what I had gone through and what I was going through, I opened my eyes and saw my crush approaching me, I couldn't believe,for a minute I thought that I was in a dream land but no it was the reality,this boy asked me the secret behind my success but guess what I wish he knew the hell I was going through, I smiled and walked out of him.

I felt crushed and broken I had lost a chance to talk to him,a golden opportunity had represented it self,any way I erased those thoughts from my mind and walked home ready for a pile of chores over the weekend.

My foster family went out as usual, I was all alone then a thought struck and it was about the room I had seen some years back when I was still a kid,time had passed because I was a teenager then suddenly I was out of my thoughts when I heard a voice behind me, I turned round only to find it was my crush I was filled with joy since I knew this was the perfect time,he introduced himself as Roy and I introduced myself too, I told him the story behind my fake smile ,he couldn't help but cry and he actually knew my story though I don't know how and we knew we were in love.

We decided to go check the haunted room,we were afraid but we promised each other to do what it takes, guess what in that room I found my true identity, I found a deal that I had been kidnapped and that my parents lived in a different city, and luckily some of Roy's relatives lived in the same city as my parents. I felt that the world had completely betrayed me , I had lived a life I didn't deserve.

Roy's parents were kind,they were the kind of parents every child would wish for, we had to formulate a quick plan with Roy of how I would reunite with my parents, immediately I packed the little belongings I had and Roy's family hosted me to spend a week at their place, the more I stayed with Roy the more I fell in love with him and the more I loved him and for the first time in my life someone loved me the right way and made me feel worth, besides that Roy became my greatest motivator and my best friend.

After one week was over I flew to my parents place and they were more than happy to have me back and to reunite with them. They organized a party and I was surprised that I had other siblings, I finally had a family and I could not help but cry tears of joy , I felt a sense of belonging .

I continued schooling and I finally graduated from college, being one of the best students, I did a master's in law and promised to fight for other children across the world.Roy was always behind my back.