"Honestly, I don't even know how you're still here, we all know you're never gonna get adopted so why don't you just go and kill yourself already?" The boys then shoved me on the ground and proceeded to make me coward into a corner. I swear I hated them so much, if I ever had a parental figure I would ask them to literally beat these guys to pulp.
"Please...stop it."I pleaded. I don't know now why I tried, maybe in the hopes of them showing pity. Hah, what am I saying, this is just another sign of me showing weakness to them.
"Oh look, the little baby is crying now. You know, your so pathetic. I honestly can't believe you tried to be friends with me when I first came!"
They mocked me for still acting like a 'child' when we weren't even that old yet.However, I do regret even attempting to make friends with him.
flashback to last year •
A new kid just came to the orphanage recently and I wanted to tell them that they would be okay and all that. He looked around the same age as me when I first saw him, basically around 7 or 8. He looked scared,like most kids would be when first arriving here. I was no exception. I decided to approach him.
"Hey there, what's you're name? Mine is
Y/N . Its nice to meet you."
"My name is Daniel, I guess its nice to meet you too?"
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"How old are you? Where are you from? What's your favorite show? Can we be friends!?"
"OK, I know I'm new and all but I really don't want to deal with this b******t right now OK. Oh, and to awnser your question. No, I don't want to be friends with you."
"Oh,OK. I understand. If you ever need to talk though, I'm always available."
"Of course you would, you look like the desperate type who would have nothing better to do."
I felt like my hands were wrapped around my troat and I couldn't breath.
Back to the present •
I watched as the boys walked away, a sense of pride in their stride as if they were proud of nearly causing me to have a mental breakdown time and time again in a span of a single year. I took a while to get up and walk due to my wounds.I decided to try to retreat to my room as quickly as I could to avoid bumping into the boys again.
My room was the only place I could literally call 'home' . It was the only place that others would get punished If the area was trespassed upon, that's where I kept the only memory of my family that I had. Most would call the items weird but I loved to have them around me. A sense of warmth always filled me when I was near them. Nearing the hallway to my room, I heard Daniel and his friends in the corridor. I ran as fast as I could into the nearby vent. I would normally use them to try and hide from the bullys.
I waited and waited till they were far enough before I crawled trough the vents slowly, I tried my best to make sure I wasn't to loud and they would pass on the sound as a mouse in the vents.finally I reaches t my room. I breached open the vent grill and landed with a thud on my bed.
Are the vents dirty? Sure, but are the peaceful? They are if you live in a crowded orphanage.normally when it was late at night or any time of day, actually, since the adults don't check on me anymore anyways. I explore the vents to find out how to get where without being detected.
I placed the grill back on the vent opening and sat on my bed.' Home sweet home'
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Beyond The 100th Door
Fanfictionyou were brought into an orphanage at a young age. The boys always picked on you for your weird habits,you hated it. One day they told you that you were adopted and that your parents were meeting you at a hotel. Being the naive kid you were, you obl...
