Alone ~R.S.L.~ #Wattys2016

01

"Hey, blonde head. Stop weeping and get to Mrs Harold's office. She needs to talk to you," Max, one of the so called humans, called from outside my orphanage room.

A room I have been in for 13 years now. A room with the same atmosphere that took place since the first time I visited. Since I was 4.

I pulled the covers off of me, and walked out to the door and down the hall, my target being Mrs Harold's office. But having a group of people laugh at me as I walk, is not a good way to start the day.

I never got it. They're all like me, they're all orphans. But being a good person in such a century, is not the way to earn people's respect.

"Ross Shor Lynch," she started, "what did I tell you about staying away from Max?"

"With all due respect 'mam, I haven't done anything to him. I just got out of my room now." I stated, not knowing the reason of the clash.

If anything, he is the one who's supposed to stay away from me. He is the one who has to stop abusing and humiliating me.

"I'm capable of kicking you out, and leaving you in the streets, I wouldn't care, not a tiny bit of guilt would hit me."

Of course not, not even my parents cared about me.

"B-but I," I started, making her glare. She came closer folding her arms. I sighed knowing there is no way on earth I could win this conversation.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again. "

"It better not. " she said exiting the place, nudging my shoulder as she walked.

I didn't move one bit, I didn't even look back. It hurts to know that in used to being hurt, it almost feels numb.

scoffong, I got out of the room, to be greeted by him. Again..

"You heard the woman, Ross Stinch. Don't annoy me, when I'm already doing that. " he held my collar, pushing me with might into the direction of the stairs.

I fell as hard as a hail during winter storms. With bangs, thods, and harm.

"Watch where you're going, stinch. " Lucy, another 'so called human' said kicking my thigh. I muttered a sorry, getting up and walking to the dining room, where everyone sat.

I sat on the very left side, with the chair to my right empty. As usual.

Fiddling with my thumbs, Mrs. Harold got each of us a portion of mashed potatoes, the same everyday. My mouth watered at the food, begging for a taste of the dish. It's the lack of nutritions, that made my face pale, with my cheekbones standing out, and my stomach constantly growling.

I was about to grab the spoon when a voice called, "hey, Ross. You're not eating that, are you?" Looks like you put on a lot of weight through these days. Am I right guys?"

I kept my face down, not bothering to look up at their laughing faces. My hand made its direction away from the fork, as I stood up making my way back to the room.

"Aren't you gonna eat? " Mrs. Harold called between laughs.

"No, thanks. I'm full."

(A/N)

Surprise?

HEYYY guys.
I came up with this story while I was studying.

Correction: supposed to be studying.

I hope you like it. this was more of an introduction, but it gets heated later on. No, I'm not talking about the 'thing'

Oh and btw, this is an AU, and it's all in Ross' P.O.V. :)