Pure

Prologue

Seventeen. The amount of years I have been on this earth. Also the amount of years I have been in Alexander's institution of orphan children. I guess my parents didn't want me. The institution inhabits one hundred and twelve lost shadow children. There are thirty three rooms that lie in this place yet it looks like a prison. No one has ever left ,no one has ever wanted us. I guess we are taught to be scared of the outside. The outside and the institution are separated by a brick wall with barbed wire at the top. The closest we have to the outside is a small playground with a grass patch and two trees.

Walls painted beige, cold coal bricks cover this building. Frosty marble floors and the smell of pure misery. Every year a new batch of poor helpless souls arrive. No one over the age of 1 has ever been accepted into the institution. Well except for Jake Ryder he is seventeen as well but has only been in the establishment for four years. He doesn't talk much, some people say it is due to trauma, but all the girls think he is gorgeous. Blonde messy hair, illumine-scent green eyes and his pink lips that they say must have been shaped by God himself. People think I am crazy for believing in God but I think it is nice to think that there is something after death. There is no time for love here though.

That is except for Lilith Charles, lily for short, and Mark McNeil. He sneaks out of his bedroom every night to meet her in her room. It's quite annoying considering I also live in that room, when you turned six you are assigned a roommate mine is Lily my first and best friend. So we decided on a compromise I sleep in his room while he is in mine and sneak back before morning inspection. His roommate so happens to be the Jake Ryder, but I'm willing because I like it when she is happy.

When you first arrive you are assigned a name. Mine is Lennox ,Lexi for short, Smith. In the system however, we are filed of into numbers Lily is number 13, Mark is number 8. I am number 1. I was the first person sent to the institution. Spent a whole year alone before the others arrived, my first memories are of the four grey walls of my nursery. This place is hell but also the only home I have ever known.

To the rest of the inhabitants I have become a role model, a sign of hope for being the first person imprisoned here. Though I find myself staring in the mirror and looking back at me is an empty shell. Brown locks of hair fall on my shoulders. Aquamarine eyes that are soulless. I'm a character in this game called life but I know nothing about my past. I don't know who I am or my destiny.

"Lexi.."