Everything has a reason to exist. I, however, cannot find the reason to. I watch Small Fabian clean the dirt off his already dirty face. As disgusting it may sound, I am used to it. I never make a good impression, so I just make the same face everyday, blank with the lack of emphasis. Everyone in this orphanage see me as a troubled girl, which I am. Some ignore me, some don't, but kindly, I would love to talk to them, even if I'm not telling it.
Small Fabian seems to notice me, "Watcha looking at, Silent Rye?" He said. Even from afar, I can smell his tingly smelly breath. I shook my head adverting my gaze. Everyone here calls me the same nickname, Silent Rye. Why? Because I'm silent, and I don't know where they got the Rye from. My name is not Rye.
I can hear small giggles and laughs approaching, I turned to the noise, it was children running and chasing together, as if they saw someone they adore. And who would've guessed I was right?
I glance at the direction they were running and saw a lady with long white coat, black hair tied up from the back in a ponytail, and white clean skin. I could tell she's a doctor.
Kids were running up to her as if she was their mother, as I stood there awkwardly looking at the lady. She looks familiar.
The lady laughs when she was tackled by children smaller than her, so small that they only tackle her legs.
From afar, I watch them laugh and have fun. Even Small Fabian was there, laughing. They laughed and laughed, and almost never stopped. And good thing they did.
And when they did stop. The doctor approached me, letting go of one child off her feet. She slowly walked towards me, I took a step back, trying my best not to show my nervousness.
She stopped right in of me, her features were visible. She has bright blue eyes like the ocean waves, blush pink lips with a perfect heart shape, it feels like I'm looking at a star, an embodiment of perfection, a complete opposite of what I am.
She knelt down to reach my level and looked at me with awe. I pursed my lips together, waiting for her to say something.
She smiled and said, "Are you, Silent Rye?"
I am not Silent Rye. I wanted to say. But I let it slide and nod my head.
She smiled more kindly than before, as if she was trying to calm me down. "Silent Rye, they told me you were troubled." She said, I then kept silent, like I always do. "Don't worry, I will help you." She held out a hand for me. "I'm Doctor Tally. The orphanage's therapist, nice to meet you, Silent Rye."
I refused the hand yet I nod. Not because I was happy for her offer, it's because she looks familiar.
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Girl In Trouble (Rush Rikes Saga Book 1)
Teen Fiction(RRS#1) The past swallowed me whole, it was dark, like the void of nothingness. They tell me to speak of it, but I refused. It consumes me, like poison, suffocating me till the very last part of me. I, Lanciette Brookes, vowed to keep my mouth close...
