More Than My Own Life (Twilight Fanfiction)

It Wasn't Over

I didn't know what to do. There was literally nowhere to go. There wasn't a chance of Miss Michelle protecting me, and the other girls would rat me out the first chance they got. There was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide. There was no one to turn to.

So I did nothing. I sat on my bed, watching the other girls talk and walk around the room as I waited in terror. It was almost a feeling I would imagine someone on death row would feel. Sitting in your cell, waiting for something awful to happen. Waiting for the guards to come and take you away to what would certainly be your demise. Just sitting in solitude, waiting for what they called justice to be served. Yes, there was no doubt in my mind that I was sitting on death row. But the irony of it?

The only crime I was guilty of was being born.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I shrunk back onto my bed, staring at the door in fear. The footsteps got closer and then the shadow appeared in front of the entrance, and-

"Can we have some towels?" A girl from the middle school floor asked as she stepped inside. The room got quiet for half a second before the noise picked back up. Nancy, the girl in the bed across from mine, walked over to the closet and pulled out a stack of towels and tossed them to the girl. She called out a quick thank you and left.

I let out a sigh of relief and fell back on to the bed. It wasn't them. Maybe they had just spoken with a Miss Michelle and explained that I had run away. Maybe they had given up on me as everyone else had.

"Girls!" A sharp voice rang out. It was a voice I recognized immediately. I sprang up and ran to the left side of my bed, standing tall with my hands behind my back just as all the other girls were doing. This is been a ritual since before even I had come here. Miss Michelle wanted to make sure that there was a girl to each bed, so she could tell if anybody was missing. She stood in the doorway with her usual frown on her face. She slowly walked past all of the beds and I couldn't help but notice how she seemed to pause next to mine for brief moment before continuing to walk down the line.

"Now, girls." She announced. "It seems that someone has gotten a little lost." There was a moment of silence before someone snickered, "yeah, you're husband got lost 20 years ago. Guess he just never found his way back." Giggles went around the room and I couldn't help but smile slightly. Nancy stood at the bed opposite of me and met my eyes with a smile that was almost friendly. That was one of the few things that made the girls here be almost civil to me-everyone in the orphanage shared a mutual hatred for the woman in charge of us.

"Ha ha ha Ha ha ha." Miss Michelle's fake laugh was threatening as she slowly walked over to the closet , causing all laughter to cease immediately. She reached underneath the few tattered jackets that were hanging in the closet and pulled out a bucket on wheels, filled with dirty water from what I could only assume was used for chores done the previous night. Suddenly, she dumped the brown water all over the floor, causing the two girls in the nearest beds to gasp, and jump onto their beds to avoid having their feet soaked. "Well," Miss Michelle smirked at all of us , meeting every girl's eyes as she swept her gaze across the room. "Guess who will be doing chores from now until bedtime instead of eating dinner?"

A groan went around the the room but I stayed quiet. Chores were nothing new to me. Almost as soon as the complaints started, Miss Michelle said, "Oh save it for after I leave, you little brats. If you want someone to blame you can thank your little friend, Loch Ness Monster over there" All eyes turned to glare at me as I ducked my head. Miss Michelle continues, he voice smug. "Evidently, our own little Renesmee decided that the Cullen's accomadations weren't good enough for her. So certainly our accommodations don't meet her standards, either. I guess you'll just have to make this place glow to make little Miss Diva happy. Now get to work or you'll be working past lights out. And for every minute you're up late, that's another minute earlier I'm going to be waking you up tomorrow morning."

This put everyone into a frenzy. Girls glared at me as they began running for the closet to get mops to clean up the wet floor, while others jumped up onto the beds to reach the high windows and clean the dust off of them. I went to jump off of my bed, only to have Miss Michelle grab the hem of my skirt while I was up in the air. As I came down my skirt pulled up past my navel, exposing my underwear. While I didn't care too much since I had grown-up dressing and undressing in front of these people, I did care when I heard a rip. Looking down, I saw that Miss Michelle had just ripped the very expensive skirt that Alice had bought for me, and the only piece of clothing that I had brought back with me. The only piece of clothing I wasn't expecting to share with the other girls here. The only piece of clothing that was truly mine.

I swallowed my anger. I was used to disappointment and had learned a long time ago how to deal with it. I looked up at Miss Michelle, wondering why she had grabbed me. Was she going to punish me for being brought back? When her hand swung towards my face I assumed I was correct and flinched. However, she didn't strike me. Instead she grabbed my earlobe and pulled hard, causing me to cry out in pain and follow quickly, trying desperately to close the distance between us so she wasn't dragging me by the ear.

As I was pulled from the room I noticed that all of the girls were watching. However, only a few newer girls were smiling. The girls who had been here longer knew where I was going, and as much as they hated me, even they weren't cruel enough to smile. I was going to Miss Michelle's office of torture.