It's been just over a week since I entered the doors of this orphanage and it has been a complete nightmare! I've had so little that I am starving, I'm starting to think I should sneak into the kitchen at night just so I can eat something other than a small slice of carrot every night.
Last night I rammed into a wall after being tripped over by sir fatzalot as I like to call him and to my surprise I liked the pain, it reassured I was still alive that I wasn't just a thing but a person again, it made me sure I was still in the world full of darkness and that I hadn't been consumed by it yet.
Life is so dull that the only thing worth doing is lying in bed slowly rotting away, the bruises on my arms and legs tingling making me feel something other than nothingness as my mind is slowly being driven to insanity from the lack of food, the constant harassment from sir fatzalot and the weird feeling of joy whenever I'm in pain.
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The Orphan
Short StoryThis is a tale I made for an English class, it is rather short but if you don't like depressing stories then I advice you not to read
