The St.James Legacy Chapter One-Three
sahmormakmom:
After much thought and inspiration through the other works I've seen posted here, I havedecided to upload a Legacy of my own. I hope you all enjoy it. Lori~sahmormakmom~
The St. James Legacy
Chapter One
My life didn't start out like most of you. My mother's history is limited knowledge. I only know what I've been told about her and my father is even more vague. I am an orphan in every sense of the word.
According to Ms. Bernice Crumplebottom, she's that old rich witch, Crumplebottom's sister in law, my mother went into labor and gave birth to me in the back alley of Belladonna.
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She said that she was passing by going to the courthouse when she heard the strangled cries of an infant.
Ms. Bernice said that she had seen my mother barely clinging to life in a pool of her own blood still connected to my crying body.
She called for an ambulance to help my mother. All that she could manage to get from her lips was that her name was Amanda St.James.
My mother died in the ambulance from the loss of blood. Ms.Bernice naturally took me to her orphanage.
She placed me in the incubator monitoring me for a while.
That is when she said she took a good look at me. I had regarded Ms. Bernice as my mother, never knowing my own naturally. She had said I had the most unusual eyes, demonic as others would later whisper at her out of my ear shot.
Potential parents came and went over the years.
When I was a toddler Mr.Greene used to visit me regularly. He had taught me to talk and walk during our many visits.
He always left saying the same thing to me. "See ya tomorrow Champ maybe tomorrow I'll take you home." That tomorrow was the longest tomorrow I had never seen.
It was lucky for me that I had my old bear. Sure he was ragged around the edges, but he was my best friend. Ms.Bernice had told me that my mother had the bear next to her when she birthed me so she assumed it was intended for me. Oh well, if it wasn't it was mine now.
When I was ten, less and less children were being brought to the Orphanage. I heard people whispering that it was because of me. I heard Ms. Bernice arguing with the councelmen and the mayor in her office. They refused to allow the children to come here as long as I resided in the walls. So she sought out women of the streets by night asking to take their unwanted children when they came. Very few babies were conveniently left at her door, many were left in the alley where I was born.
I had company even if it was just babies screaming through the next wall, for a few years.
On my sixteenth birthday, I recieved the news that rocked my world. Ms.Bernice told me that I had to leave. She said that she was going to give me the money that I was orignally given at birth by the city for being an orphan. It wasn't much but it was a good beginning for me on my own. I realized this of course after my brief stint with the psychiatrist.
The next morning I was sent away on the #4 bus, to begin my life wherever it may be. I had my bear, ragged and torn tucked close to me for protection. I kept my eyes point to the ground not letting anyone to see them as I boarded the city bus.
shibby559559:
Ooh I like this legacy, its different.....cant wait to read more...
how did you get the baby wrapped in the blanket?
sahmormakmom:
It's a fake baby that is supposed to fit in a bassinett. I used Fat D's Down shift to place the doll in the basket. Thanks
Devomuffins:
LOVE this, I want more though, :(
ktggoodnight:
oo me likey! go crumplebottom!
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