Unknown Name

Hi my name is unknown and yes I know it’s pretty crazy that my mother would name me that, but the thing is she didn’t. My mother died when she gave birth to me and my father wanted nothing to do with me because of that. The thing is no one has ever gave me a name because they all wanted me to die instead of my mother. Well everyone except my ex-best friend Lexi. Yes, I said ex-best friend because now she’s my wife. Don’t worry I will get to how that all started but first let’s start from the beginning of my first day of high school. I was always bounced from foster home to foster home because no one wanted a daughter named Unknown. They felt as though the name was addressed to be becoming somebody eventually no one knew. Over time I grew to believe that theory because I had no friends, no family and it seemed that I wouldn’t amount to anything in life. Like any other child with no family to be loved by I started to act out and I started to live by everybody’s assumptions by being a nobody. Everyday I would plan something that I knew my foster parents would hate so eventually they would call my social worker to come and take me away. All of that changed when I was taken to one special family in California. This family consisted of a woman who’s name was Alexis and her husband who’s name was Marco. To my surprise they were the nicest couple I had ever met. They had a average sized house with a huge green backyard it was freshly cut like they were planning the perfect home for a child. They tried to hug me when I first got there but I never really liked physical touch by anyone because I never had that attention growing up so I became distant. To my surprise they understood that and decided to just wave and I waved back, but kept my eyes on the marbled floor.  We stood in silence for about 5 minutes but it was more like 5 years because ever since my terrible childhood time has always went slow for me. I would always swear that the clock would always stop ticking when really it’s going at the same pace it always does. I kept my eyes on the walls that looked freshly painted and it was painted to perfection. Even though the house was perfect and they were perfect those two things scared me most of all. You see I’ve been in so many foster homes but none like this one and I have no clue on whether I should want to stay or be prepared to leave. At first I was naive and I didn’t think that I would be given back into the system so many times. I stopped believing I would find the perfect family when I turned 7. I’m guessing you’re wondering why 7 was such a lucky year for me to learn that. Well get ready to learn the not so shocking truth about the foster system. I won’t go into detail because I hate to even reminisce but on July 18, which is my birthday bye the way, I turned 7. This was one of the first families that was actually decent to me. It consisted of a husband and wife and their daughter who I was merely best friends with. On that day we had a whole day planned out but because it was raining they decided we just stayed in so we watched movies, ate cake and played games all afternoon. That’s when their daughter got terribly sick and started to vomit uncontrollably, so her mother decided to take her to the ER while me and her father stayed home to clean up the mess we had made. It was about 8:00 so I decided to go to bed since I had school in the morning. They didn’t come back from the hospital until later on the next day and that’s when the husband took his chance. I’ve always felt him watching me and staring at me but I never thought anything of it. He came into my room and I started to scream but he slapped me and he constantly hit me until I was barely conscious. I prayed to god that he would help me out of that situation but no he didn’t. No one came, no one helped and I was sent away because his wife did nothing. The only reason someone found out is because my teacher came to the house one evening when they were out to check on me. I’ve never felt safe anywhere else ever since. That was until I was here in this particular house with these particular people. They had family and friends there to greet me and I couldn’t do anything, but smile because it was this one woman who reminded me of my grandmother. I still didn’t touch anyone or talk to anyone. I just smiled and nodded, but then I felt this wave of nausea and I knew that I was beginning to feel uncomfortable because more and more people kept entering. I went up to my room well my current room because there was no telling how long I would be here. My longest home was my last one which was about 4 months. Everyone would always give me back because of my behavior, but I stopped caring.