I have been lying here on the cold ground around here for a very long time. I don’t remember why I was put here, but I remember I was being hit again and again all because I wanted a glass of milk. Why would anyone leave me out here? I am only seven. I don’t understand them. I thought Mommy and Daddy wanted me and loved me–Oh wait! Daddy is gone. He wasn’t there. It was someone else who was there with my mom. Mommy said my daddy was not coming back and if he did, she’d leave with us again.
I don’t remember much after being hit on the head the third time. I think I was crying and went to sleep. I had to pee but couldn’t move and I was having this weird dream. I was looking down at myself but I wasn’t hurting anymore. I was so afraid that I was going to be hit again but nothing happened. Not for a while. I felt like I was flying and saw a light, but I couldn’t leave my baby sister there. It didn’t feel right so I stayed.
Then I saw Mitch, my moms boyfriend come in. He started yelling things I couldn’t understand and had Mom take my baby sister out of the room…I watched him shake me but I didn’t feel anything. He was saying some bad words too, but he did say he was sorry and started crying. I’m not mad at him. I just don’t understand why he sent me here. I don’t understand why Mom let him hurt me all the time either. I know she got mad because I wouldn’t say he was my daddy at school so she hit me too sometimes over it. I still don’t understand where my real daddy was and why he didn’t come.
Mitch turned on the big light and I saw blood on my head and nose. My eyes were open but I couldn’t blink and my lips were a weird bluish color. I think I threw up at some point too before I was in this place watching everything. Mitch put me in a blanket and a bag and put me in the truck while Mom kept crying.
I am glad you’re close to me now because talking helps me not to feel so lonely out here. It’s like you can’t see me yet but I can see you. You come out here a lot, picking flowers. I think we might be in the same grade. I want to play but I know you can’t seem to hear me so I’ll just keep talking and hope someone finds me soon.
It’s neat to watch you play, Little Girl. I like watching people do things I couldn’t do anymore around here but there is a neat thing about this. I don’t feel stickers in my feet or bugs crawling on me. I’m in a place where you can’t see me well but I can see you.
I’ve seen it rain and such out here a lot too. The trees are pretty when that happens and the birds come out. I’ve seen it snow a lot out here too. I think I’ve seen 10 springs and 10 big snows! It’s all so pretty and I don’t have to be afraid here. You have blond hair like me! And you like dolls too! That’s neat! I do miss Mom but not Mitch. I wonder where they are. Why don’t they come back for me? I’m in a blanket not far from where you are. Maybe your mom and dad will come find me and get me out of here soon.
Here come’s someone! It’s a man! Is that your dad? Man he’s tall. Wait, he’s getting closer to me. Can you see me? I’m right here? Please don’t leave me again! I’m so tired of being alo–wait! He’s sending you away and looking down. He’s saying “Oh my god!” or something like that and pulling out a little black thing he’s talking into. Now he’s crying. Why? Oh wait…He saw my teddy bear. It’s really dirty. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make anyone cry! Honest–I–wait…
I can hear a bit now…Not much…
“Look Sheriff, you need to come. I found–”
Oh can’t make out the rest but he’s still here, crying and looking down where Mitch put me. Now there is a lady but he yelled, “Get them out of here! I’ll explain when the sheriff gets here!” and she left with you and a younger kid really quickly. He kept looking at my teddy bear, but he didn’t touch it. He just stood there crying. Why? I’m not hurting.
Oh please don’t cry! I’m really not hurting now! I’m just glad to not be alone…That’s the worst thing–alone at night even though I don’t feel hurt and such.
He’s been here crying for a long time and praying too. My grandma prayed a lot! Now there are other people here. They have brushes and such and tweezers, shovels…All kinds of stuff and a yellow tape. Why can’t they just get me out of here? Wait. Maybe they are trying. The older guy is shaking his head.
“Who would dump their kid out here like that?” I heard him say.
“Mom and Mitch would.” was my response but he didn’t hear me. None of them hear me. Wait! This one older guy said my name–another guy with a badge.
“From what the grandmother told me years ago, it could be Sarah Hawthorne.” he said.
“That is my name! He knows my name! I”m so glad! Someone sees me and knows my name!”
Wait! There’s that light again and it looks like it’s gonna rain, too. Hey! I see Grandma and two other people with her! One’s in an army uniform! He says he’s my daddy! The other one is an older guy. I think I’ll go with them now! I’m just glad someone found me so I’m okay! Thanks for hearing me! I am so happy now! Bye! I’m not alone anymore! You’ll be alright now so don’t cry, okay?!