Orphans Keep Secrets

C. 1

Word Count: 857

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Stay away from us!"

    My "parents" are just a few feet away. Hazel stands behind me while our mother and I are arguing back and forth. She's been beating me for years but she hit Hazel today. She's so young, so innocent and I saw all that childish happiness leave her eyes the minute mom smacked her. That was my breaking point.
     Mom turned towards me and yelled "We gave you damn kids everything. You're so selfish! You and that crybaby sister of yours should have never been born". Hazel was terrified of all the yelling. She's never seen me this way. She's never seen me this mad. She starts pulling on my shirt to get my attention but ignore it. I walk closer our mom, get right in her face and say "What did you give us mom? All I recall getting from you are black eyes and abusive words. So please let me know why I should be so thankful!" Hazel keeps pulling at my shirt it's agitating me even more than I already was. I feel myself leave my body and I have no control over what happens next. I scream "Hazel stop!" Before I can comprehend what I'm doing, I fling Hazel into the wall behind me without even realizing it. I slowly come back into control of myself when I hear a whimper from behind me. I turn around and see Hazel laid against the wall with blood pooling around her. When I pushed her back she hit her head on the wall too hard and cracked her skull. My baby sister is dying and I'm just standing here. I'm just watching her breathing get shallower and shallower. She's close to death and I'm the reason she won't even make it to middle school. Our mother put her hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear " You're just like us Chanelle. Exactly like us."

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   I wake up drenched in sweat but relieved it was only a dream. I roll over to hold Hazel, my little sister, but she's not there. I sit up way too fast and I have to stare at the wall just to focus my eyesight. After regaining my vision, I look around the room. Everyone is sound asleep in their beds and I still don't see Hazel anywhere. I start to panic and feel my chest tightening until I realize exactly where she is. My eyes scan the room and stop at the excessively large window(When I say excessive I mean excessive. You can fit 3 Hazels in this window) that is propped open with a book. I slip on my black house shoes and sleepily walk... well more like scoot over to the window. Once I climb out, I see Hazel wrapped in the blanket she's clung too since we were brought here. Snaking my arm under her neck and legs, I realize she's not a baby anymore and weighs more than what I expect. I get us through the stupid window and back to my bed. I lay down next to her, wrapping my arms around her and all I can think about is how I use to hold her as she shook and whimpered through her night terrors. Pushing that thought to the back of my head, I smile at my sleeping sister and eventually fall back asleep.

Groaning quietly, I open my eyes to see Hazel sound asleep in my arms. I move carefully (and exhaustingly slow) away from her and out of my bed. The walk to the bathroom is more trying than usual. I guess my eyes weren't fully opened because I didn't notice that the door was still closed and slammed my forehead onto the door. I stumble back for a second and then go forth to actually open the door. Looking in the mirror I see a large red mark that is slowly turning into a bruise basically in the middle of my forehead. I sigh and then turn around head back to the girls' room.

Most of the other girls are awake, either sitting on the edge of their beds yawning and stretching or laying in their beds checking their phones. I exchange a few hellos and hi's before making my way over to my bed where the only thing I have to live for is sound asleep. She's a tough sleeper and very sensitive when she wakes up so I have to tickle her while whispering "Hazy wazyyyy. You have to waky wakyyy". I repeat that at least 5 times and she finally starts stirring in her sleep. I pinch her cheeks and poke her nose. I say "GoodMorning Hazy Wazy" with a big goofy smile that makes her let out a small giggle. In a quiet whisper like voice she says "GoodMorning Nelly Belly".

A/N
This is the new first chapter of this book. It isn't long at all but it's the start of something new( HSM reference. If you got that I love you). But this is it for now. I'll update later.

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