Alone

Chapter 1

*1 year ago*

"These two will make a great pair."

"Are you sure? Because they're still quite young and-"

"Trust me, they will do what they can."

*Present*

Celesse stared out the window. Her long brown hair was whipping around her face. Her chin was propped up on her hands. Her eyes- were those of like 2 chestnuts, glistening as the sun was setting, out to the gloomy, grey landscape.

Why? Why do I have to be here? It's not supposed to be like this. It's not my fault.

A cold hand fell on her shoulder.

Celesse turned around and a saw an elderly woman, possibly around fifty. Her hair was grey and curly, but now it was tied up in a bun. Whisps of hair fell loose on the sides of her face. A pair of blue eyes looked at Celesse. They were filled with pity.

"Ms. Miranda?"

The elderly woman turned away. Celesse caught a glimpse of sadness on her face, and the girl felt a pang of deja vu. She had seen it before, but she couldn't remember where. The woman's expression quickly passed and was covered up with a smile.

"I'm sorry."

Celesse looked confused. What was she talking about?

The woman, seeing the girl's anxious face, tried to explain.

"I'm leaving, Celly. I'm going to Australia. My husband and I feel like Neuwerside is not a good place for work."

The girl was shocked. She didn't say a word. Ms. Miranda, knowing that this was coming, turned to leave the room, allowing Celesse to comprehend the news.

"Don't go Ms. Miranda!"

The woman did not want to see the girl she loved and cared for like she was her own daughter cry. Reluctantly, she turned and approached her.

Tears were pouring down her cheeks. Her dress was streaked with mud. It was ragged and dirty- just like all the other girls' dresses at Neuwerside Orphanage.

They embraced into a hug, Celesse burying her face into the woman's silk dress.

When her sobs died, she finally found her voice.

"When are you leaving?"

Celesse's voice quivered, her lips were trembling, and her whole body was shaking.

"Tomorrow morning."

"By plane?"

"Yes. Now I think it's time for you to go to bed. You don't want Mrs. Pret scolding you. Plus, you've got a big day tomorrow."

#

*6 months ago*

"Get him!"

A teenage boy was running in the halls. His hair was sandy brown, his face being mistaken for a 16 year old. In fact, he was 14.

"Catch that scrawny little brat!"

Nathair ran to the hallway on his right. Then left. The only way to go was to the bathrooms. He ran into one of the closets and locked himself in. Oh shit... I'm cornered!

"I know you're in there! Get out of there or I'll punched this door down and smash your throat!"

A group of guys laughed.

Nathair looked around. He needed to get out- somehow.

Ahah! He spotted a small window at the top. He climbed up the toilet bowl, and hauled himself up. The boys outside saw him, and started throwing tomatoes.

Nathair looked out. Luckily, he was able to wriggle his body out the window. But how was he to get down, he didn't know. He was on the sixth floor of the school, and who knows what will happen if he jumped. It was suicidal.

"Hey, what's going on in there?"

A teacher's footsteps came running to the direction of the bathroom. The gang of boys fled, leaving Nathair alone on the windowsill.

He looked down, and gulped. I pray to God, I don't want to die...

Suddenly, everything slowed down. The footsteps came closer. Nathair jumped off, falling.

Everything was fast again. He felt a bump on his head, and he blacked out.

---

A distant voice was calling him.

"Nathair! Can you hear me?"

Yes I can! I'm alive!

But he didn't seem to be able to form the words.

He only saw black. His eyes were closed, and he couldn't control his body to move.

"The boy's in a coma. We'll keep him here in the hospital on life support, and then we'll wait until he wakes up."

Nathair assumed that was the doctor.

"How long will we have to wait? One month?"

He didn't recognize this voice, but from what he had heard it was sweet, and came from an old lady.

Probably around fifty.

"In rare cases, people can wake up. But a lot of them pass while in a coma."

Their voices became distant, and Nathair fell into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.

Ok, I know this is a really short chapter, but well, it is my first book. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it! ^^