When the goverment decided to place children in a foster home to make sure they could be free again because they wouldn't go into jail because their parents were immigrants. So were you. Well, that was just a disguise for you so you wouldn't get caught.

I mean, when you met JP, Big Mac, Micah, Chris and Camila. Especially JP and Camila, were convinced you were a little too much innocent. Cringing at the thought of someone talking about sex or hooking up, tilting your head to the side when Micah asked you about your parents, if they were immigrants. You just said that your parents were Italian, but they grew up in Texas, so that's why you were sent here.

Everyone wasn't assigned to a single person in this foster, except you. The head of this foster home, Eddie, just told you that this old person needed an innocent person like you and that would help them. Everyone was going on about their day with taking care of the old people. But Camila kept her eye on you, how you were gentle with the person and fed her with care. To the other people, it was just a girl taking care of an old woman, but Camila could see the hidden language you were talking with the old woman. Feeding her, but kept eye-contact with her, you spoke to her, but Camila was too far away to hear anything.

But then came the time where boys and girls would just flirt with you and you didn't notice, or atleast you didn't show it. After a few days, the boys and girls that flirted with you were gone. The guards have said that those people had broke some rules, but no one ever mentioned you. To her surprise, you were the only one with a room all to yourself.

Breakfast, Lunch and Supper were the only times Camila could actually observe you from close without seeming suspicious. She could see the way you were eating your meal, little bite by little bite, like you were scared you were going to gain weight. And not to notice how Big Mac always teased you, saying things like, "your stomach is a little bigger than last time", then you stopped eating, even tho your body didn't look like you were fat. Camila just said to herself that maybe you were bullied when you were younger about how fat you were.

After a month of observing you, Camila managed to break into your room while you were sleeping and heavens it was horrifying or confusing. Posters, magazines and other type of stuff. All about you, but the time always dated from 1979 to 1989. She read about how people talked that you wouldn't "age", that you must've had a special skincare routine. A rising hollywood star, she read about how an interviewer just gushed over you in 1985. But you looked a little older. Not 16 like everyone was here, like you, no, fucking 25. And then later in 1986, you were in jail because you commited a murder, killing your husband's family, himself and his friends. And lord how much you aged then. Sparkly skin was old and cranky.

And then she sneaked into your diary, she almost woke you up, but you were dead asleep. She read in it, you talked then about how you made a deal with the devil himself about how to make you young forever. You just sucked people's souls. And then it clicked into her system, all those boys and girls who flirted with you, you just took advantage of them and just sucked their soul, while you stayed young, they got old.

The next few weeks, she was silent. She just couldn't believe someone in her sixties or something was pretending that she was sixteen. And that person was you.

And now, she tried to look for a way to get out of this foster home, the only way she could try was in the cafeteria, the windows there were wide open and she could escape. So at night, she went to the cafeteria, but she was only a few feet away from the open window until your voice cut the silence.

"What are you doing? Aren't you breaking the rules?"

You asked, voice innocent as ever, as if you weren't sixty or something. You were just leaning against one of the tables, tilting your head innocently to the side. Oblivious that Camila knew your deepest darkest secret.