𝔄𝔩𝔢𝔵𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔞 𝔗𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 never had a perfect life. Stuck in an Orphanage with no friends or company, she has never felt more alone. One day, her entire life turns upside down when a strange woman under strange circumstances shows up at the...
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Prologue
❝ Standing 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 is better than being around people who don’t value you.❞
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For the past five years of my life, I have always asked myself a simple, yet complicated question: Could I achieve my hopes and dreams if I tried really hard? Or do I just face reality and realize that it is too testing? You must be wondering, what exactly is my dream? Well, the one thing that is for sure is that I want to get out of this hellhole.
Since I was six, I have been living in an Orphanage that I am expected to call “home”. I don’t. The Headmistress of the Orphanage— Mrs. Adler— runs this place like a prison. Somehow, she takes all of her anger and hatred towards me. She makes me do all the cleaning, scrubbing, work, cooking... you name it. Once, I finished all of my chores, but Mrs. Adler was feeling angry that day, so she made me brush everyone’s teeth. Yes, you haven’t heard me wrong.
The most complicated thing here isn’t working. It’s being able to fall asleep at night without thinking about how miserable I am here. I don’t have any friends. As a matter of fact, my only companion is my cat, Cora, whom I love more than anything in the world. As you might know, I consistently dream of the day when I will be able to get out of here. However, it looks like this day will not be coming soon, and I am starting to lose hope.
I know my parents are not coming to come find me. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father was brutally murdered. He had affairs that he shouldn’t have trifled with, but he still did so, which cost his life. I barely remember my father, but I’ve lived with him for the first six years of my life. The only thing that I have from my parents is a necklace, with an inscription carved on the inside, saying: “𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.” I’ve never taken it off. One of the only memories that I had from my father was when he gave me the necklace and to not remove it... I don’t know why, but I have kept this promise.
When I was finally dismissed to be able to go to bed (even if it was almost dawn), for no apparent reason, I couldn’t stop specifically thinking about my family, life in the orphanage, and above all, the future. I laid down on my hard, and uncomfortable bed, covering my lower body with the worn-out blankets. The only think I could think about doing now, was writing on my diary. Since I was so lonely and slightly depressed, I found it effective to express myself through writing and art.
Dear Diary,
Another day has passed, but today the memories of my past have flashed in front of my eyes more than usual. I haven’t wanted to admit it, but I’m scared. Really scared. I don’t have anyone to talk to except Cora and you. Who do I tell? Who do I tell that these memories are driving me insane—
