ELENORA

Why Me?

Elenora's Point of View

I look at my watch and try my level best to reach my hellhole or house in 5 minutes, with my bruised legs and possibly broken ankles. I knew my legs will no way support my body to walk for two kilometers. I looked through my old and ragged purse and shocking found a $5, I tried rushing towards a taxi. Despite of that I was 10 minutes late. As the car pulled over down to my house my palpitation was washed over by sense of relief noticing my mother's white Audi not parked in the garage. I tried to sprint towards the junkyard also known as the house of MORETTI'S. I threw my bag over the beer-stained couch and headed towards the fridge to only find a few vegetables, bread and sausages. I started making sandwiches, looking at the food I remembered I hadn't eaten since the past 2 days. Thinking that hopefully my mother won't notice I took a sausage and a piece of now toasted bread.

Taking the food I ran towards the basement incase if mother came and saw me take and eat her food. My whole life my mother has told me that I deserve nothing in this world this gives the reason why I wear hand-me-downs, live in a basement and once in a blue moon given to eat. In the school I am renowned as 'freak', every year when my photo was pasted along with the other toppers people used to ruin them or something they even broke the frame. 

Till date I have topped every class with the highest marks. My teacher once talked with my mother that I was a genius and deserve to be sent to higher classes. As expected, my mother just made some excuses which my teacher bought, and the topic ended forever. I looked at the watch in my hand it was the only thing that I have of my fathers. I noticed it was getting very late and usually by this time mother is home and screaming or hitting me. I thought I'd utilize this time in cleaning the basement. This places stenches exceptionally bad, and the number of blood stains and the unending pieces of shattered glass just made it more disgusting. While limping towards the main gate to get a piece of cloth I heard the bell ring. I was very scared but also partially confused, as mum always carried a key with her what if it is one of those pedophiles again? I shuddered at the thought. Looking through the eyehole I saw 3 men wearing black suites. I hesitantly open the door and squeaked out "how may I help you?" A guy I think about 24-25 replied are you "Elenora Moretti? " Not being able to find the right words I just nodded my head. There were many questions, on my mind but the most important which I unconsciously blurted out was "Was Who are you?". Who knew the answer to this one simple question would change my life forever. "We are your brother Sorella"