Bestial

Ch 2 - Orphan Pt. 1

When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed. The room reeked of chemicals. I hated hospitals.

What am I doing here?

I rubbed my crusty eyes. My eyes felt swollen and they stung. My mouth was chapped and cracked. What... Oh. I remember.

Walking. Test. Home. Police. Mom. Dad. Blood bath.

My hands smelled like soap. Someone must have cleaned the blood off. My hair was put into a ponytail and I was in a white hospital gown.

Why? What type of person would do that? Killing them was bad enough, but to create that type of mess? Unforgivable.

I felt like crying, but tears wouldn't come out. I wasn't just sad. I was frustrated, confused, lonely, and tired. Although I never wanted to remember that scene again, I could never forget what happened to them. As long as I live.

A doctor came into the room. He fitted the 'doctor' description well. Gelled hair, eyeglasses, white coat, stethoscope, and clipboard.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked.

I didn't want to talk, so I just stared. Does it look like I'm better? Yeah, totally.

"I guess you are, since you haven't thrown up or fainted." He chuckled.

Wow. I should just choke you with your stethoscope.

"Ms. Tryphena Everett." He checked his clipboard, "You're good to go. Come on in and take her, Mr. Mashim."

He gestured towards the door. A middle aged Indian man came in. He had thick black hair and dark skin. There was still some stubble left around his mouth. His eyes were dark and surrounded by some eye bags.

"Hello Tryphena. I'll be taking you to the orphanage." He smiled eerily.

He had a slight accent. But it seemed almost unnoticeable. He covered it up pretty well.

"No." I glared.

The doctor stepped outside to tend to the next patient and left me and Mr. Mashim alone.

Mr. Mashim looked taken aback with my new temperamental issues. Why would I be okay? Like I was going to be happy after seeing my parents brutally killed and finding out that I'm going to an orphanage.

"You have no say in the matter." He narrowed his eyes at me.

He decided to use force instead of talking. Mr. Mashim threw me over his shoulder like a sack without hesitation. I wasn't even given a chance to respond. He wouldn't budge when I kicked him and punched him. I stopped fighting and just let him put me in the car.

The drive was silent. He kept smiling and driving, occasionally glancing over at me. I sat there staring at the houses we passed by.

"Your items are in the trunk." He tried to make conversation.

I kept quiet. I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of a conversation with me. I just woke up from seeing my parents die, for Christ's sake. I ignored him and rested my head on the window.

"And... We're here." He stopped the car.

The orphanage was beautiful. It was like a huge house. It reminded me of home. I couldn't wait to leave this guy, so I quickly hopped out. A lady stepped in front of me.

"Hello. Are you Tryphena? We've been waiting for ya." She said with a Southern accent.

She was a rather large black lady. She was round and wearing granny clothes. She had short greying hair and laugh lines. She looked like a nice, friendly woman as she welcomed me with a large smile on her face.