Soon Sarah was placed into foster care. Most kids were taken in right away.

Sarah had been there for 3 weeks until a family came to foster her. They acted nice at first, but reality they were abusive.

"I am Mrs Clark and this is Mr Clark. You only call us by those names." The old woman said.

Sarah nodded understanding her.

"You only speak when you are spoken to. You don't ask questions. You come on time for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. If not, you go without. You do exactly what we say, or you will be punished. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am..."

"What did I say you call me!?"

"Mrs...Clark." Sarah replied, shaking.

"Good. Now I will lead you to your bedroom." Mrs Clark led her outside in a shed. She then opened the door, "There you go."

A shed? This was literally child abuse.

"What's the matter? You got a bed and a personal room all to yourself?" She snorted.

"It's...its in a shed...," Sarah replied.

"...so?"

"...nevermind, Mrs Clark."

"That's more like it. Now put your stuff away."

Sarah did what she was told. Living with the Clarks was a nightmare. When Sarah accidentally would break something or did something she didn't mean to do, she would be yelled at or even beaten. She was even threatened by them if she told the Unit, she would be punished. Soon when the month was over, the Clarks dumped her right back in the Foster Care Unit.

Every family after that were abusive, physically, mentally and spiritually towards her.

"You're so pathetic. No wonder your parents are dead."

"You're so idiotic! Why did we choose you in the first place!"

"It's your fault your parents are dead!"

"You're worthless! No one loves you! No one will love you!"

When Sarah tried to run away or stand up to them they would always take her back to the foster home, and as time passed no more families showed an interest in fostering her. All that finally changed one day, but it wasn't a family that came.