The Thorn In Me

Authors Note: I cannot stand silent readers, if you actually like my story please comment or vote, other wise I will not continue with it. ~Becca

The night I left everything behind, was just the beginning. I had been planning to leave this all behind for a while.  

The fog rolled in from the valley as I stared out of the window in the orphanage. I could feel the freer passion inside me, bubbling, ready to leap and take me to my destiny.  

Each day was the same, I'd wake up, help Drilla in the orphanage, then head to the outskirts of the woods to pick some berries.  

I thought about the orphanage, as I gazed through my window. It was a large Victorian building, crammed with rooms that all led in a large circle. It's royal blue pain had been ripped away by the fog and mist. I had always wondered when it was turned from an asylum into an orphanage, but it seemed as though my questions to Drilla about it went unanswered. 

Drilla, she seemed old. Her ling blonde her had faded into a pale white, yet her crystal eyes stayed the same. Full of life as she was, though she appeared to be in her early nineties, she always made me laugh.  

I truly felt sorry for abandoning her here. I feel as though she deserves to be taken care of and not looking after tons of teens and children.  

I shoved my thoughts aside as I grabbed my bags off of the floor. My cherry red hair flew wildly in front of my eyes while I ripped open the window. I jumped through the small window and crept on the dewey sweet grass in my hand sewn leather shoes. 

Freedom here I come.

As i trudged through the puddles filled with brown water, I had walked aboout a mile from the orphanage when I came upon a path. It had soft willow trees and remarkably white blossom blooming from their limbs. The beautiful path seemed untouched by the fog that cursed the land. I could feel the sunlight upon my skin, and the gentle breeze that lingered around me.

I jumped in the air and screams of my joy penatrated the clouds.

I gasped as I heard hooves clomping towards me, the fog was gone yet I couldn't see any visible horses nor carriages headed my way. I croutched behind the boulders near a willow. 

Each second I waited was another moment I grew fearsome. As I clasped my worn cloth bag fuilled with my tattered clothing, I could hear the clomping come to a stop.

     I felt a rush of wind twist around my collarbone and some how seemed to warn me, that someone or something was on approach.

    She came without warning, her amber colored hair flew in the wind unheld with the binds of the usual hair pins. "Well, aren't you beautiful?" her velvet voice seemed to dance into my ears with ease. I stared at her in suprise, she'd snuck up behind me and towered over me. Her bright emerald eyes seemed to glow near the willows. "You don't speak much do you?" she asked, yet I remained silent. "How many years do you have?" I could hear her voice becoming irritated. "Seventeen." I muttered.

   "Amazing..." Her eyes sparkled, when I spoke of my age. "Well, what is a gorgeous young woman doing in rags?" She asked as her voice grew kind, I could since a smile inside her that she wasn't yet willing to let be seen.

   "Orphan." I slipped out. I sighed to myself wishing I hadn't let her know my upbringing. She gasped, "Wonderful."