You may be thinking that that this can’t be true and nothing like this would ever happen in this developed country, but you are wrong. More wrong than you can ever imagine. Do you really believe that there is a place for every unwanted child, and that they are treated well in children's homes. The children there are feed and given a bed to sleep in and that’s all. I will leave it to you to decide whether this right or wrong, but either way there is always one child who is picked on, in this case Samantha
Heinshore was the children's home that Samantha was in. It was as black and dark as night. It was one of those houses you only ever see in horror or ghost films on T.V. and like they are made out in such programs they are cold, creepy and very dark and unsettling. No place for children.
“Baby, baby, baby.....” Samantha turned and ran, tears flooding down her face. She could hear the chanting behind her as it faded out the further up the stairs she got. Into her room she ran and locked the door.
Her room was dark and cold. It had bare floorboards that were roughly sanded making splinters a regular occurrence. She struck a match which was instantly extinguished by a blast of cold air which had come through the open window. Samantha spun round, her skin on the floor and her head touching the roof. She was not alone, heavy breathing could be heard from the far end of the room. Samantha squinted into the dark - nothing could be seen. She backed herself into a corner and shook with fear as footsteps drew ever closer. Samantha closed her eyes and.......
Samantha had been put in Heinshore because her parents were killed in a tragic car accident while on the way to pick her up from a friends party. She had always blamed herself for this and never let herself forget. She had no other relatives, her grand parents had died in a plane crash and both her mum and dad were only children.
Samantha was still struggling to come to terms with this and the endless mental torture did not help to say the least. In fact if Samantha was ever to see a doctor, he would probably refer her to a shrink, who would describe her condition as “mentally unstable. A girl who longs to be loved but can’t forgive herself or forget about her parents death. She feels so alone that all her repressed feelings have been bottled up leaving her subconscious to do all the worrying, this has resulted in deep sadness and depression, leading to hallucinations. Clearly a child with deep unresolved issues.”
Samantha awoke, stone cold and huddled in a corner. She dragged herself to her feet, shook the dust off her clothes and glanced down at her watch. It was ten past nine, breakfast was over half an hour ago. The door swung open so violently that the screws were almost ripped from the wood. “Samantha, you missed breakfast for the last time. From now on you will be up at six on cleaning duty. Oh, and by the way. Incase you had forgotten. There’s a trip today to the swimming pool. Don’t bother to pack your things as I expect you’re as bad at swimming as you are at everything else!” Mrs Longhurst slammed the door just as violently as she had opened it. “You can start with the toilets.......now!”
Samantha lifted her head, she had a deeply disturbing look in her eyes. She was not upset as you would expect, but strangely calm, almost as if something had shut off inside her.
She went without food all that morning, but felt no hunger. She scrubbed the toilets until her reflection could be seen, but felt no pain. She cleaned her room and made her bed to perfection. Then still with no signs of tiring sat at her desk and began to write.
I came to Heinshore quite willingly. I was hoping for love and care and instead got hatred and abuse.
This is my final goodbye to everybody and anybody that it is willing to except it. This is not a decision I have come to overnight. I feel I have been forced into it by the way I have been treated here. I don’t mind working for others. All I want, all I longed for was to be loved like before.
Death is my only way out.
I forgive you all.
Samantha Jane Smith
Samantha folded the paper, laid it to rest on her pillow, closed the door and began the long walk to her desired destination. She walked almost like a zombie, no expression on her face. Just a march like walk with a fixed blank look.
“Samantha, where do you think you are going?”. She turned slowly, raised her head and smiled “it’s Thursday Mrs Longhurst, I'm going for a walk”
“If those toilets aren’t clean”
“oh they are”. She turned and walked on, not even taking a glance back.
Yesterday evening at 4.30 a young teenager committed suicide. Leaping to her death down a 400 foot abandoned quarry. The girl has not yet been named nor the body recovered.
The chief of police said in a statement earlier this evening that there will be a full investigation into the well being of the children at Heinshore, and assured the public that they would not let this case go.
A tall, thin looking girl emerged at the top of the stairway. She had a face as pale as milk with a scruffy mop of long curly ginger hair flowing down around it. She had a look of great joy and satisfaction on her face as she walked slowly and gracefully on to the train.
