Confused and lost
Charlotte stood in the alley and looked straight forward. The monster loomed near her and she took a deep breath. The cool air stung her lungs and she coughed a little before she reached behind her. She didn't know why but she knew a piece of wood would kill the monster in front of her. It was the only thing that seemed to work and she didn't understand why.
At one time Charlotte had been a normal little girl. She lived in Devon with her parents, which she loved more than anything. Then, one day, she was playing with a neighborhood boy and when he'd taking her favorite toy away, Charlotte had gotten angry. When she hit him, the punch ended breaking his jaw.
Her parents had took her to their doctors, but there was nothing wrong with her. Yet, strange occurrences continued to happen around Charlotte, including vivid nightmares about monsters only found in Charlotte's storybooks. And, no matter how many doctors they went to, none of them could find out what was wrong with the little girl.
It was a few months after Charlotte's change when her parents were killed. Without any other family around, she was sent to a home for children. They promised someone would take her home, but after hurting another boy, Charlotte earned the reputation as being a 'troubled child', and no one wanted to bother with her. The knowledge of not being wanted had pushed her to the edge and she spent every night, on the streets, killing the monsters that used to scare her.
"You should just leave me alone," Charlie said as she swung the piece of wood around. The monster smirked and moved closer. Using her strength, she broke the board into jagged pieces and picked one of the pieces up. "I mean it!"
"You don't frighten me, little girl," the monster hissed.
Charlie furrowed her brow and kicked out, her foot connecting with the monster's knee. It roar out in pain and she used the distraction to drive the wood into its heart. There was a poof of dust and it was gone. Taking a deep breath, she dropped the piece of wood and looked around the alley. It was getting late and she knew Sister Mary, the nun that ran the children's home, would be checking bed soon.
Running out of the alley, her trainers pounding against the wet pavement, Charlie ran back to the home and when she got there, she climbed up a drain pipe and to her bedroom. Climbing through the window, she quickly put her pajamas on and slipped into her bed. Moments later, Sister Mary came in and did her bed check, then left.
"You're going to get caught someday, freak," one of Charlie's roommates said.
Charlie just ignored her and leaned over the side of her bed. She pulled out a small torch and the book, A Little Princess and crawled under her blankets. She then turned on the torch and started to read the worn out book. It was missing pages but it was one of the few things she still had from her home. And, it was better than nothing.