Chapter 3: The Tribe of Picaresque
I feel so alive, and free from my misery. Feel so bliss that no one can even describe. Life is really full of surprises, me and myself is the living evidence of it.
In my decades of existence, I thought my life only revolve with me and my mess up life. I can't seem find the reason why do I even exist.
I'm already 23, but I feel so lifeless. Some of people at my age, already enjoying and living the life they desire and aim for. Except maybe for me.I don't have anyone beside me. I can't even call someone as my family.
Well, I'm not that pitiful. I was born in orphanage who's taken over my those good and kindhearted Mothers. I raised with tender and loving care from them.
I already know that I don't have any family except from them, that's why I'm cherish and taking Him, for still giving me a chance to experience those euphoric memories.
Memories. It still hurt, and hunt me everytime I close my eyes and even tried to sleep. Every countless nights, I'm forcing my self to sleep.
I'll even try, but in the end. I still find myself crying my eyes out in the middle of the night with a cold wind caressing my skin.
I felt so alone. My family. They are the only one who, only left for me. But they all died from that tragedy. The orphanage got burnt out and turn into ashes, lift out with the wind.
Their body turn into ash and combined with the wind. I can't even still imagine, how those good and kindhearted people experience that kind of death. It's cruel. Very cruel.
I wish I was one of them, so that I won't feel alone and only left in this planet. Nevertheless, the destiny doesn't want to end my misery like that easily.
He or she maybe wanted to make me suffer more and more. Until there's no left in me. I feel empty. Every night, praying that I was with them. But my nightmares are the proof and only thing that's slapping me really hard with the deadly truth.
I'm alone. Again. That's it. Period. They are so good to be true, caring mother's that treat me like I'm really came and belong from them. I feel so happy and gifted. Not until that tremendous event happen.
Since that night, I dig and sink in through my mind, that even you're the most holy person that's living on this earth, destiny still won't favor for you. That's the truth. And only truth.
That's why, I became a person that even myself didn't expect that I would turn into like that. I run away from the orphanage. Leaving my sorrow behind.
I continue to live, but only with myself. I don't have any friends. They're all gone. Left me. Alone. Scared. Almost the happenings slowly turning me into that kind of person.
I steal everything that I can steal. In order to live, I need to be brave and do the things I can't never expect. I need to be brave and face the truth.
I feel so hopeless, my body seems lifeless. Empty. That day, I really think that it's the end of me. The end of my misery, but I'm wrong. Totally wrong.
Now, I'm in the situation where I don't really know what's waiting me in the end of this journey. Although with this vague things around me, I'm still happy.
Happy, because my life have it's a reason already to be live. I soul feel so alive, ready to face what's really in this era. Get ready Dulce, be strong.
"Hey..."
That wake me up, and brought back me to reality where I really am. I'm with this Noire guy and where heading to there tribe.
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