Skitza diaries (Short Story)

Chapter 1- pandora

Hi! Pandora here and boy do I have a story for you:
It all started on the day I was born. You see I was meant to have a twin sister. But before giving birth to me my mother was very ill. When I was born I had to be rushed to the NICU- Neonatal intensive care unit- and by some stroke of luck I survived, my sister and mother however weren't so lucky. They were both dead if it wasn't clear.it's crazy how you can have everything-like a family-but you can loose it all in a millisecond. So I had no family, no home and nowhere to go.So for the rest of my miserable life, I was lost in the abyss of punishments in a horrid hell-hole of an orphanage. I rotted away there for 16 years of my life. And I know what you are thinking "Oh already with the sad backstory great" just shush it. It gets better I promise just keep reading. Thank you

Now more about this strict, unreasonable and unfair place. The building itself gave me goosebumps even when I was outside- it was a towering, victorian- style building with moss growing up the wall and a series of cracked stones. The inside wasn't any better, the dingy, dark and damp hallways haunted me. When I would wander round when I was little I would see a figure, a skyscraping figure. It would just stand there and watch me walk around as if it was following my every move. It had the palest skin I had ever seen. It wore a clean white gown, with long, greasy, black hair that concealed every inch of it's face. "It's not real, you silly girl!" I spend a lot of my time hearing this from the madam that runs this "Home". As for the punishments they would lock you in a tiny, dark room for days on end-it would drive you insane. I should know I spend a lot of my time in this room for trying to escape this malicious place. There would be rats but most of the time they were dead. There was always jobs to be done always more cleaning. All we ever did was clean, eat and sleep. It was terrible, they would wake you up at 6 o'clock in the morning just to "make sure the home is properly scrubbed and pristine" before breakfast- I was always hangry. Speaking of breakfast, we got bare rations. We were only allowed a slice of bread and disgusting porridge- The cook obviously was not educated on how to make good food. Straight after tea we would go to bed- at 8 o'clock at night-  and you weren't allowed to get out of bed until the morning. One night they even locked the dormitory doors.

Now I think you need to know just a little bit about me for this story. As you know I am Pandora-unless you weren't paying attention at the beginning- anyway I have emerald green eyes and beautiful, luscious ginger hair. And I am special I have a skin condition called vitiligo- basically white patches appear on my chocolate brown skin. A lot of people made fun of me for it but I just ignored them. Soon enough I met Sophie she had a wheelchair and short, blonde hair which she styled with heart clips. Everybody called us the freaks of the orphanage my only response was "We should put that on a t-shirt." I pretended not to be hurt by it for Sophie but deep down I wanted to lock myself in a room, curl up in a ball and die. I had vowed from the day we met we would be best friends we were inseparable for a while...

Note from writer: sorry if it was really cringe. It will get better I promise but you have to know the backstory to know what happens next.
I will add the next part tomorrow.

If anyone actually reads this please give me some feedback it would help so much thanks

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