Kimberly was sitting in the corner. It was a dull building, more like a prison than a new home. The walls were bare and the room was cold. She really didn't like it here, but anywhere was better than home. Her hand lifted to her shamrock mood necklace. Her friend had given it to her before she had left for her Sweet 16. That was the only present she had gotten. Her hand travled down to the cut on her chest. She closed her eyes, reliving the moment. The sting of the cut. The blood. The pain meds making her head spin. A tear fell from her eye.
She grabbed her bag nearby, and pulled out a stuffed bear. The bear was from her grandmother when she was born. It looked like those bears in the pictures online. The light gray bear with blue patches. She cuddled the bear. It had always made her feel better. Whenever her dad had hurt her, she would hide in her closet and cuddle the bear. She had even named him, Mr. Higgenbottoms. She was only a little kid when she came up with the name, and she hadn't planned on changing it 6 or 7 years down the road.
Kimberly looked around the room at all the people she was going to live with. A bunch of teenage girls and guys, all with home stories like hers. Everyone had an abusive guardian, or did drugs, or some bad history to where they had to leave. Some made they're mistakes, others couldn't control their past.