Part 3

                                    

                                          
Vika, my temporary foster parent, is the worst.
I once tried to sneak a phone call to Grady and Edaline (my social workers) for help, but I got caught and I was locked in the basement for a couple days with only stale bread and cheese and some water to eat and drink.
Vika knows about my fear of the dark, so she purposely didn't light any lamps just to torture me further.
My teeth were chattering and I was whimpering to myself: "It's not real, it's not real."
My only source of comfort was singing a song my mother used to sing to me. 
"A broken heart is all that's left
I'm still fixing all the cracks
Lost a couple of pieces when
I carried it, carried it, carried it homeI'm afraid of all I am
My mind feels like a foreign land
Silence ringing inside my head
Please carry me, carry me, carry me homeI've spent all of the love I saved
We were always a losing game
Small town boy in a big arcade
I got addicted to a losing gameOh
Oh
All I know, all I know
Loving you is a losing gameDo you love me, love me not?
Giving pieces from my heart
Tomorrow's coming and has gone
Still I carried, I carried, I carried onOh
Oh
All I know, all I know
Loving you is a losing gameOh
Oh
All I know, all I know
Loving you is a losing gameI don't need your games, game overGet me off this rollercoasterOh
Oh
All I know, all I know
Loving you is a losing gameOh
Oh
All I know, all I know
Loving you is a losing game."  

By the time I finish, there are tears streaming down my face, washing the dirt and grime off my face.

I smile at the memory.
Even in dark moments, you have to find the light.
Biana's words echo in my ears.
"He's holding singing auditions to find fresh talent."
Maybe I have a chance after all.


Sorry it's so short!
Because I love you all I'm doing a double update!

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