"I understand... Your mum wanted to get rid of you to... Have fun..."
"No it's because she works."
"Oh... So what they say is true, then?""
"What?"
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This will not be in any of the original characters POV unle...
Video is what he sounds like when he sings. (When he gets told to come forward.)
"Oh nuit vient apporter à la terre Le calme enchantement de ton mystère L'ombre qui t'escorte est si douce Si doux est le concert de tes doux Chantant l'espérance Si grand est ton pouvoir transformant tout en réve heureux
Oh nuit, oh laisses encore à la terre Le calme enchantement de ton mystère L'ombre qui t'escorte est si douce Est-il une beauté aussi belle que le réve
Est-il de vérité plus douce que l'espérance..."
I heard a snap come from my right and looked over, glaring ahead of me.
"BOO!" Mondain, another boy here at the orphanage, jumped out at me from the sheets in front of me that I was just hanging up whilst singing.
I stepped back in shock as we both stared at each other.
He held up a cigarette - which I didn't even realise he had - and breathed in a puff of it, before exhaling it in my face. I didn't even flinch. I just stood there, a stone cold expression planted on my features. (A/N: Picture above.)
"You sing great, hunney." He held his cigarette up in front of me, "Want some?"
I just stood there, not saying anything. The same expression as before was still on my face.
"You been left alone?" He asked me, "I'll protect you."
He wasn't the guy you should hang around with. He smoked, did drugs, done illegal crimes and even played 5 different girls every week...
I pulled the sheet over so it covered his face and ran to my left, hoping I'd be able to get away from him.
He jumped out in front of me and shoved my shoulder, "Wait for me."
I stared at him, watching for any suspicious movement.
"We're alike. My parents are creeps," I tried getting past him but he shoved me back, "So is your mother. She wants to be rid of you, to have fun."
"No. It's because she works." I finally replied.
"Ahh.. So what they say's true?" He asked me.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"That she's a whore." He smirked as he whispered.
My confusion turned into anger as I lunged forward and wrapped my hands around his neck, only to have him overpower me and tackle me to the ground, me pulling down on a sheet, making it fall with us as it covered our whole bodies except from our feet.
I struggled and whimpered as he wrapped his own hands around my neck, sure to leave bruises.
I heard footsteps come into the room and stop abruptly, "Hey! Break it up!" Mr. Rachin, the head, called out as he pulled the sheets off of us and pulled us apart.
He pulled us apart and guided us to different parts which were sectioned off with prison bars. Mondain's was for punishment but mine was to clean that half of the orphanage.
I walked around the corner and harshly threw the dustpan and the broom behind me, storming up to the bars and holding them, glaring ahead of me.
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