ReMoved

ReMoved


(water rushing) (brooding music) (fighting) – Think I care about this dress? (muffled arguing) – [Voiceover] Sometimes
someone hurts you so bad – I don’t think you understand. – [Voiceover]] It
stops hurting at all. (brooding music) Until something
makes you feel again. And then it all comes back. Every word. Every hurt. Every moment. How could you ever
understand where I come from? Even if you ask,
even if you listen, you do not really
hear, or see, or feel. You don’t remember my story. You haven’t walked my path. You haven’t seen what I’ve seen. (ocean waves) (desolate music) My past defines me. This is who I am. I am unseen, unheard (camera flashing) unwanted. That is what I am. If even I am anything. (siren) (car door) (knocking) – [Cop] You’re under arrest. Police. Get on the floor. (desolate music) – [Voiceover] It seem
like the seemed like the same thing that held
me up forced me down. – No. – [Voiceover] In a world
turned upside down, and order disappeared. (baby crying) Nothing was how it
was suppose to be. And a heavy sadness
filled my soul. (desolate music) (crickets) (thunder) (desolate music) – [Voiceover] Deeper and
deeper I fell within myself. – [Blonde Woman] It’s
all fluffy and fuzzy. – [Voiceover] And nothing
could show me out. (baby crying) Trapped in the
misery of my life. Lost in the sorrow of my soul. Unable to see the light. Unable to see the dawn. To feel. To hope. – What are you doing
picking my fruit? – [Voiceover] To dream. (screaming) -[Voiceover] I found the darkest
days of my life kept coming. (screaming) The blackest nights for
my soul never stopped. – No, No. – Yes. (screaming) (water running) – [Voiceover] It seemed like it was always nighttime
and nightmares, and never morning. And maybe you wonder why, but mostly you try
not think about it, and try to get by, and try to survive. And all the other stuff
seems so much like nothing compared to just wanting the most important
things back again. Like wishing you could
see your mom smile again and hear her sing that one
favorite song that always calmed you down when
things were all messed up. Or if you couldn’t
have her back, at least get to take
care of your baby brother because you know he needs you, and he’s going to be
so scared all alone. And whose going to hold his hand and whisper it’s going
to be alright to him? (baby crying) And who will whisper it to me? – Hi ya, Zoe. It’s so good to have you here. Are you ready to move in? – [Voiceover] I know
I’m helpless, dependent, desperate, but what
happens when those you need the most threaten
your very existence? I’ve heard plenty of promises and they all sound the same. But push hard enough
and sooner or later they all prove to be empty. The sun comes up every morning, but do you know where? Each place it’s
somewhere different. It’s hard to find east when
you keep moving around, but at least it comes. It always comes. I’ve come to depend on that. And slowly, slowly
seasons changed around me, and it seemed this time
that maybe the world would not be pulled out
from under me again. Feet safe, roots
starting to grow. Little buds of hope for me. Slowly attempting to
trust this new life. – Hi, come over and let me show you what I got for you. I got you a gift. (far away arguing) – Do you think I care
about this dress? I don’t think you understand me. Do you? I don’t think you understand me. – [Voiceover] I wish
someone would tell me
(background arguing) it would be O.K. – I swear to God you touch me
again, – I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I will kill you. – Here let me help you. – [Zoe] No, don’t touch me. – [Voiceover] That
one day, maybe. – I hate you, I hate you. – [Voiceover] I’ll feel normal. – [Zoe] I hate you. – [Voiceover] That I
won’t always be alone. That I’ll have a
mommy who will hug me and be strong for me, because maybe I can’t
do it all by myself. (desolate music) – [Foster Mother] Hi, yes. I’m calling to (whispering). Thank you so much. Thanks. O.K. (whispering) (desolate music) (drawer slam) (drawer slam) (drawer slam) – [Voiceover] This my
past, my history, my story, is not my fault. It’s not because of me. And doesn’t have to be
what defines my future. (desolate music) I am lovable. I am worthy of care. And that glimmer of light,
it makes all the difference. The glimmers of light
give me hope that someday my summer will come. (desolate music)

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  1. Had to watch in my foster class. I was taken away from my parents on and off til th last time around the age of 7 and was adopted at 9 or 10. Lost 2 of my brothers due to them being adopted by someone else. I walked out of the class when the trash bag showed up idk how many times we were handed a trash bag and was told we where leaving. To much of her story was like mine. I am just glad I have made a great life for my children and trying to help other children

  2. ..This was just like my life.. all abuse and pain and sorrow, then it went to therapy and foster parents.. now I'm finally back with my mom and have been for 3 years.. but I can't get the memories out of my head :')

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