As I walk down the sidewalk, I pass some people on the way. The one thing I don't understand is how rude people can be, even if you didn't do anything wrong.
I'm walking down the sidewalk, almost to the orphanage, and a man (guessing in his early 30s) yells to me, "Bitch, where do you think you're going?"
The hair on my back stands and I look to my left to see a man with an empty beer bottle, staring at me angrily. I smell his breath as I slowly keep walking, but he keeps talking.
"Get back here! I'm not done talking!" he screams. I panic, and I start to run. He starts to catch on to what I do and begins to chase me.
I knew if I went into the orphanage, I would be fucked. I run across the street into an alley. I run into a dead end and I start to have a panic attack. My heart skips a beat when his shadow merges into mine as I'm near the alley wall.
"You thought you could lose me, huh?" he growls. I start to whimper.
"Oh, grow up, darling, this will be quick and easy..."
My eyes widen up. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He had the attitude of Eddy Gluskin from Outlast: Whistleblower. I had the horrific idea that he would cut off anything "vulgar" from me. Tears start streaming down my face.
He walks up to me and smashes the bottle into my arms as I blocked my face. Blood starts streaming from my arms and I try to not scream in pain. He then starts kicking me in the ribs and legs. I eventually scream, "HELP ME, SOMEONE! I'M BEING BEATEN!
I'm on the urge of blacking out. As my eyes started to close, I heard barking and a voice call out, "What do you think you're doing?!" I try to open my eyes, but it's no use. I blacked out.
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Adopted by Markiplier
FanfictionThis is a story about a girl named Olivia. She has been living in the orphanage in Cincinnati for almost two months now, since she had lost her siblings and parents in a fire. Ever since then, she has been watching all of her favorite youtubers, esp...
