Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
Part one
Darcy Russo a nine year old girl living in a run down orphanage on the outskirts of Athens, Greece has had to fend for herself for the majority of her life. Bei...
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The nurse, satisfied that she had helped the little girl as best as she could, made her way back to her room to share the good news. She softly knocked at the door, but when she was met with no reply she knocked harder.
Not having visited the girl in hours, she slowly opened the door expecting to find the tired girl sleeping but her room was entirely empty, the bathroom door was left ajar revealing a similarly deserted room.
Her immediate thought was that the curious girl must have gotten bored and decided to explore the hospital, but after spotting the napkin that lay across the neatly made bed that read 'thank you' followed by a smiley face she began to panic. Darting her eyes around the room she noticed that the stuffed animal that had previously adorned the window seal was replaced with a now empty space, similarly to the folded clothes she had left on the counter merely hours before.
She rushed out of the room and made her way to the security room. "Can I see the security footage from hallway B please," She asked the security manager who was practically falling asleep at his desk.
"Try and get it as close to room 207 as possible," She hurriedly interjected.
Sure enough, there was Darcy exiting her room and slightly limping her way through the hospital and out of the entrance. The nurse cursed under her breath before asking the completely disinterested man to forward her the footage as well as the footage of Darcy's arrival at the hospital.
She made her way to her supervisor's office and reported the issue then proceeded to attempt to contact Mr Russo unaware that he was unable to answer, already on a plane headed her way.
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Feelings were mixed among my brothers. All of them had this hopeful, excited look in their eyes, an emotion I haven't seen in years.
Our line of work requires complete emotionless, you can't let anyone know how you're truly feeling. It's a weakness.
However this has clearly been thrown out of the window as soon as my little sister was mentioned.
Me and Dante were the only ones seemingly skeptical about this situation. I won't let myself get excited until she was in front of my eyes, hard physical evidence that she was alive and this wasn't actually some sick joke.
