A Merry Christmas

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The only thing Jamie wants is a loving family. Will she recive it this Christmas, or will she be beaten to death by hr parents?

Submitted: December 12, 2008

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Submitted: December 12, 2008

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A MERRY CHRISTMAS
“JAMIE I TOLD YOU TO GO TO BED!” The scream of my drunken father’s voice came from downstairs.I was sitting on the stairs, cold, scared, and crying.I was wearing my nightgown and my slippers.Tears were stained on my face.My mother and father were drunk downstairs (As usual).
There was a shattering of glass.My dad must have thrown it on the ground…he did this when he was mad.I curled up into a ball.“JAMIE GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!” my father yelled.He started to walk up the stairs.I shook in fear.I moved back and picked my body up, quickly running to my room.I closed my door behind me…my father’s footsteps retreated down stairs.
I slid down on the floor, letting my back get scratched by the splinters on the door.I started to cry for the fifth time that night.I hugged my legs, trying to forget about what happened just then.I would pay for it in the morning.It was about half an hour before I stopped crying.I dried my face on my night gown.
I was able to bring the courage up to stand up and walk to my bed.I collapsed onto it with tears yet again in my eyes.I hugged my monkey.It was the only thing I could talk to.I had confessed many things to the stuffed animal.I cuddled up into my blanket…which wasn’t much.I never got anything good.I was cold in my room.There was no heat, and I only had one bed sheet to sleep with.I fell asleep; I knew I would be woken up early on in the morning.
Snow fell in Manhattan.It wasn’t common, but it wasn’t unusual either.But it was still a bit cold.Snowflakes hit my window as I slept.If only I was allowed to go outside.
I was woken up by a pounding on the door.My father was awake.I moved to the back of my bed.“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR JAMIE!” My father’s voice yelled. I locked my door last night so my parents couldn’t come up and hit me as a punching bag while they were drunk…that was now a bad idea.
I heard a clicking sound, my door was slammed open.Tears streamed down my eyes.“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” My dad stomped towards me, back handing me on the face.My dad hit me a couple more times across my face before leaving.The pain wasn’t that much anymore.It had happened so many times it was only a dull pain.The biggest pain was the memory that was stuck in my mind.
I stayed curled up in my bed.I knew I would be going without food for a day.Surprisingly around supper time there was a loud booming knock on my door again.I whimpered.No, not again.I didn’t want to be hurt again.The door was opened.I swear it could have come off its hinges.A coat was thrown at me.It was thin, not enough to keep me warm through this winter… Wait, a coat…why?
“Get out of this house Jamie,” My father snarled.
“What?”I asked, wondering if I heard it right.
“I SAID GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!” My father yelled.
No, this couldn’t be happening.No, not now, I don’t want to leave…no that was a lie.I did want to leave.But right now, in the winter, in the cold?My father was pulling me by the ear.I had grabbed my monkey and the coat as I was dragged out of my bedroom door. I was only ten years old…how was I supposed to survive?
I was pulled down the stairs.I was helpless.I couldn’t pull away.My father hoisted me up by my arms and threw me out the door onto the snow.I was still wearing my night gown, and I had no shoes.I was going to freeze.The door slammed shut and I was left there.I slipped the coat on.It wasn’t near warm enough.
I sat there and cried. But I knew it wasn’t safe there anymore.I had to leave.I stood up.I was trying to step in the places that had no snow.My feet were frozen, and my ankles to my knees were cold and bare.
My body was numb.I felt a pain in my arms from my father chucking me out… could I even give him the term father?I bit my lip.No, he was nothing like a father.From now on, I would call him by his own name, Damian.
I walked around for hours and hours.I finally found myself in an ally.There was a box that wasn’t occupied.At least I could be shielded from the snow…a little bit.I crawled into the box, hugging my monkey and my legs.I stretched out my nightgown so it would cover my feet.I sat back against the back of the inside of the box.I hoped this was just a dream.
I closed my eyes, hugging my monkey.My stomach growled.I had nothing to eat the previous day or this day for that matter.I sobbed.Christmas was the time for miracles.I needed a miracle.I wanted to be loved.I wanted a house, a family.I thought about it and prayed.
I had never been to church before.I heard from random kids the few times I was able to leave the house.They said that there was as a God that could grant your wishes if you pray.I was eligible for one of those wishes, right?
“God…if you can hear me…please grant me a wish.I want to have a loving family.I want a warm home.I don’t know if you can hear me, but please, grant me this wish,” I whispered.I didn’t know much about God, so that was all I could do.I hope he answered me.
I fell asleep crying that night.I didn’t know I would have a long day the next morning.I didn’t think my life could get any worse.
I woke up to a pounding of a box…my box.
“HEY, THIS IS MY BOX.GET OUT!” It was a deep voice that spoke.That must mean it was a man.His voice was rough.When I looked up, he sure looked warmer than me.He was wearing old clothes, but it still looked warmer than me.
“DID YOU HEAR ME?GET OUT.” I was picked up again and this time thrown out of the box.I heard him mutter ‘kids.’I whimpered standing up slowly.My feet were very cold.But there wasn’t much snow on the ground that morning.There were many patches that didn’t have snow.My stomach growled again.I was really hungry now.
I walked down the streets.I looked into a few restaurants, looking to see the food they had.The food looked so good.Even leftovers looked good.I needed to find somewhere warm…maybe even shoes.
“Little girl, what are you doing out here with no shoes?”It was a kind voice.It was a man, but his voice soothed me.I turned around.I was at a little corner shop that sold various goods, like a very, very small Wal-Mart.I turned around with my monkey and looked at the man.He was a store clerk.I stayed silent.
He looked at me with caring eyes.“Why don’t you come with me and get something warm to eat and maybe some shoes.What do you say?” The man asked.I slowly nodded.I just wanted something to eat, I didn’t care what.
I followed the man into his little shop.He led me behind the counter and into a small room with a table and a kitchen.I sat at the table.I didn’t know where else to sit.There was soup on the stove.The man was dishing some out.It was chicken noodle.He handed me a bowl of soup.
“Here, something warm,” he said kindly.“What’s your name?” he asked.I didn’t know if I should answer.
“Jamie,” I said quietly.
“Pleased to meet you, call me Dan,” he said kindly.“Why are you out here?” He asked.I didn’t answer this question.I didn’t want to.I just started to eat.“Where are your parents?” He asked.I didn’t answer this question either.He sighed but let me be.He dished out a bowl of soup for himself and sat at the table with me.
I wonder, did God grant my wish?
“I’m afraid I can’t keep you here.But I’m going to give you directions to an orphanage.They’ll accept you and you can stay there.”I ate my soup.It was so good, and I was so hungry.He chuckled softly.“Would you like some more?” he asked.I nodded slowly.
Dan stood up and dished me out some more soup.“I’ll get you some shoes and some cloths too.You’re going to get sick if you don’t wear something warmer.I nodded and just ate my soup.It was warm, and it was filling.This was the best meal I had ever had.
When I was done, I had four bowls of soup.But Dan kept on smiling.I wish I had a father like him.He led me out of the small room and down a row of clothes that would fit me and gave me warm shoes that would also fit.I had a new winter coat.It was pink.I had a matching tuque and mittens. I was finally warm.
“I’m sorry I can’t keep you.But the orphanage will take you in.Just give them this note,” he said, handing me an envelope.I nodded again.
“Thank you,” I said.He smiled and bent down to my level and hugged me.
“I wish you luck, and a Merry Christmas,” he said.And just like that, I was in the streets again.But this time I was warmer, and had food in my belly.I didn’t think there was a feeling like this.
I walked down the streets.I thought I was lost.But I asked a few people where the orphanage was.Some of them kindly said that I was going the right way.While others just said ‘go away.’I soon found myself totally lost though.I didn’t see anything like an orphanage.I held my monkey.
“Hey little girl, what you doing out here?” A man asked.I turned around.There were three tall men…this didn’t look like it would turn out well.I held my monkey tighter to me.“Well, aren’t you going to answer?”
I quickly shook my head and started to walk backwards and then broke out into a run, trying to get away from them.It was useless.The tallest man had grabbed my shoulders and chucked me to the ground so I couldn’t move.
“I said answer me,” he said.I whimpered.
“Let me go,” I said as the tears started flowing down my face.The person back handed me and stood up.His friends came over and started to kick me in the sides, stepping on me.It didn’t hurt as much as it could have.The winter coat cushioned me a little bit.I curled up into a ball as they kicked me.
I think I was saved by an angel when I heard a cop horn going.The three men left quickly.I stayed curled up in that ball.I didn’t want to move.I think they had broken something. I slowly picked myself up, holding onto anything I could to keep my balance.
I moved along forward, holding onto the sides of buildings and my monkey.My face was bleeding from being backhanded.He was using something when he had hit me.I tried to keep myself on task, looking at the signs I passed, looking for the orphanage.It wasn’t until I dropped down to the ground that I saw the sign above me.“Neverlands orphanage,” It read.
I found it, I found the orphanage.
“Little girl…are you okay?” A kind woman’s voice asked.I looked up, afraid to even look.What if I was beaten again?I decided to answer though…because not answering got me nowhere.
I had to think about the question……do I just say yes or no?I wasn’t even sure if I was okay.
“I don’t know,” I answered.
“Kelly, what are you waiting for,” a man’s voice yelled.
“Are you alone…do you have a family?” the woman asked not answering the man’s question.
I shook my head.“Not anymore…I was kicked out….I’m alone,” I answered again.A tall man came walking by to the woman who was Kelly.
“Oh David, I think I found a child… someone we can adopt,” I swear, there was a joy of excitement on that man’s face.It was the first time I had seen so much joy because of me….wait, did she just say…adopt?
“What’s your name?” the man asked.
“Jamie,” I replied.
“Well Jamie…would you like to live with me and my wife?” he asked.There was excitement pouring over my face now.A home, a family, I was actually going to be loved.A smile escaped my face.
“Are you serious?” I asked.What a dumb question, but I couldn’t help but ask.The man nodded, and so did Kelly.I giggled. Something I didn’t do often.The man, who was David, held out his hand for me.I was sore, but I extended my hand to his.He hoisted me up carefully, seeing that I was hurt.He picked me up gently.
“Daddy,” I murmured. “Mommy,” I said. Their faces were filled with excitement.
“Jamie,” they said in unison.
The man set me in the back of their car.It was warm inside. I was loved.I finally had a family that loved me.
They took me back to their house.It seemed like it was inviting me in.They opened the car door for me and I struggled to get out.It hurt to move slightly.David saw me struggle and gently picked me up again.He brought me into the house and took off my coat, toque, boots and mitts.He rubbed his hand against my face.I had blood on my face, it was crusted over, but it hurt when he touched me.I winced in pain.He smiled though.
“Would you like to have a bath?” Kelly asked me. I nodded, a bath, something that I hadn’t had for a while.I had been locked in my room; I had no time to go have a bath, or a shower.Kelly was the one who held her hand out for me this time.I grabbed onto it with my hands….which were small compared to hers.
She led me up the stairs, I stumbled up a few, and they were so big.Their house….or, my house was gorgeous compared to where I had lived before.The railings up the stairs were gold, the carpet was a pale blue and they had hardwood flooring.Everything looked so expensive.
Kelly…no, Mom bathed me.She gasped slightly as she saw the bruises I had. Who wouldn’t, there were so many.The water was so warm, and the bubbles seemed like they were pink.She helped me out of the bath tub and into a large shirt that I think was David’s.
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow so we can by you some new clothes,” she said.I nodded.She brushed and dried my hair.“Are you hungry?” she asked.She answered for me.“Of course you are, come on, I think David has something on the stove,” she said.She carried me down the stairs this time.
We entered the kitchen and she sat me down in a chair.The seating was a dark blue with dark wood framing. A plate was set in front of me.There was chicken and fries on the plate.It looked so delicious.My eyes lit up with joy, they smiled.
“Dig in,” they said.I happily picked up the fork and knife, poking the chicken with the fork and cutting of a piece with the knife.The chicken filled my mouth with a tingling sensation, it was so good.
We all started eating.I was asking for seconds quite soon.“So what would you like for Christmas,” Dad asked.I was finding it hard to call them Mom and Dad, I wasn’t used to it yet.Christmas…I hadn’t even thought about it…I didn’t think I would even make it to Christmas.Wait, there was one thing… a family… but I had that already.I thought of something that I had always wanted.
“A cat,” I answered.I had always wanted one.But my old parents said that they only caused trouble.My new parents smiled at me.
“What color?” Kelly asked.I thought.
“White,” I answered.White for the day they adopted me.It had been snowing out.A white cat was perfect.They smiled.
“I think that’s reasonable,” Dad said.Another question was brought up.
“Do you know what a hospital is?” Mom asked.Oh yes, I knew what it was, but I really didn’t want to go.
“Yes,” I said and put another piece of chicken in my mouth.
“I think we should take you to one.You seem really hurt, and that could be bad,” he said.I never thought of how bad it could be.But then again, it could be bad.
“Oh,” I said.
“Don’t worry, the doctor won’t hurt you,” Mom said quickly, trying not to make me scared.
“OK,” I said.Dad gave a sigh of relief…it was because someone loved me that I agreed.They were scared for me.
I was finally full.Dad took my plate way and washed it.Mom led me upstairs again into a bedroom.
“We’ll decorate this room for you.We’ll buy everything tomorrow.But for now, I think it’s time you rest.You must have had a long day,” she said.I nodded.She took the covers off and put me on the bed, tucking me in.“Sleep tight,” she said.She turned off the lights and left the room.She blew me a kiss before she did.
I had pleasant dreams that night.I was dreaming about Christmas morning.The bed was comfy; I had fallen asleep really fast.But I was really tired.
I woke up the next morning sorer then I was the day before.Anywhere I touched was in pain.There was a small knock on my door.Dad peeked into to check if I was awake.
“Good you’re awake,” I nodded.I pulled the covers off me.I didn’t want to move but I did.I ran over with excitement to into dad’s arms.He hugged me lightly.“Dinner’s on the table.We need to hurry and eat.Mom bought you some clothes while you were asleep.We have to make it to your appointment at the hospital in an hour,” he said.I cringed at the thought slightly. I knew I needed to go to the hospital, but I didn’t want to.
I nodded my head and he picked me up, holding me closely carrying me down the stairs and into the kitchen again.
Today there was soup again…well for me.It was mushroom soup this time.It looked yummy.Dad sat me down in the chair, he handed me the spoon with a smile.I started eating really quickly.It was so warm, so good.After I finished eating, mom took me back upstairs and handed me a blue button up sweater and jeans.She also handed me pink socks.I changed into the clothes.
“You look so cute,” Mom commented.I had never heard that said to me before.It made me feel warm.Mom handed me my coat, saying that we needed to hurry so we could make it to my appointment.
The next hour was unfortunately spent in the doctor’s office.They took pictures of me with a thing they called an MRI.They said I needed lots of rest.They wrapped my stomach up with these brown bandages and gave me something to swallow…it tasted really bad.But the pain wasn’t as bad after that.
After we were done at the hospital…which wasn’t so bad…I guess.Mom and dad took me to a store with lots of toys and bedroom furniture.I liked the color pink.So I got lots of pink furniture.It felt really good to get all these things.I wasn’t used to it.But I liked it.They took me home after that.I was told to rest on the couch and watch TV…because of the doctor’s orders.
I watched a show called “Sponge Bob.” It was funny.I fell asleep during half of the show though.I was so tired.
When I woke up, I was in my room.It was all pink.I was in my bed with pink covers.It was hard to move again.I decided not to.The door opened slightly and Mom was at the door.She smiled and turned on the light.She brought me one of the pills I had at the doctor’s office.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Sore,” I answered.The door opened wider and Dad walked in with a tray of food.It was morning, morning meant breakfast.There was toast, eggs and bacon.It looked good…as always.Mom helped me eat this time.
The day went by slowly.I spent the day in my bed.Mom and Dad took turns reading to me.I was told I had to spend the day in my room and get as much rest in the morning.They said it was be Christmas the next morning.I was overjoyed.I wanted to get presents from Santa.
I slept the rest of the day…something told me that the medicine I was given had something to do with that.
I woke up the next morning later in the day…or at least lunch time.There were presents at the foot of my bed.I had to get out of bed to get them though.I couldn’t really bend with the bandages around me.There was a knock at the door.Mom and dad came in.
“Merry Christmas,” they said together in unison.
“Oh, looks like Santa brought you lots of presents!” Mom said cheerfully.
“Can I open them?” I asked.They nodded.
“Of course you can,” dad said.I ripped the presents apart.I got jewelry, a pink dress that mom insisted that I put on.We managed to put it on through all the bandages.Christmas day was great, all though I still had to take it easy.I got many other presents.I received lots and lots of stuffed animals.And oh!My last present was the best.There was a box with holes in it.I could swear there was something looking at me in there.I opened the box by taking the lid off.
Inside was a white kitten.It had a red bow around its neck.It jumped out of the box and jumped into my lap.It purred softly.It was the best gift of them all.I remembered my time in the box…when I prayed for someone to love me…It came true, and I was happy.Mom and dad hugged me.
It was my first time that I had a real Christmas.I had everything I had ever wanted. I had a cat, a loving family, and a Mom and Dad that didn’t hurt me.It was everything I had ever dreamed of.It was truly, a Merry Christmas!


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