The Kuran Queen (2) [Hiatus - **EDITING**]

|| Mika ||

I remember a time I felt loved, but rarely. Is it normal for a person to feel that way? To stop feeling loved at a very young age, is a tragedy. I don't think anything can fix it. My last moments with that feeling are as bright as day in my mind. Because in those mere moments I realized something: I don't need to be loved to survive.

I don't think I can fully grasp how it felt. I did have a family, who left me for dead. I got put in an orphanage but eventually ran away because of the witch who ran the place. I was on the run again, until one fateful encounter.

I should stop talking like this. I don't want you to hate me. So many people already do and if you listen to my story you'll be different from them, I promise.

Let's begin.

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Mother and I were coming back from stroll across the town. We saw many beautiful sights. It sure is crowded though! I smiled widely up at her and she looked at me with a blank face. She was beautiful. Her auburn hair complemented her blue eyes. I got most of my Mother's looks, the only difference is my red hair from my Father's side.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and doesn't even smile at me. I tilt my head in confusion but she suddenly boosts off, leaving me alone in the crowd. Did she see something? No, she would never leave her own daughter! Especially in a place as busy as the town.

I screamed for my Mother but she didn't come back for me. I wandered the streets; alone. Surviving was a struggle, I barely managed it. But then one day I get founded by the owner of an orphanage. She had golden hair and green eyes, like a super model.

She accepted me. Surprisingly, I felt loved once more. I really did connect with that woman, I barely talked to the other children. But sadly that feeling didn't last long. She died mere months after I arrived, of an unknown reason. That newly closed hole in my heart reopened and it didn't close for the longest time. Especially when a new owner of the orphanage arrived.

She looked different than the other woman. She was slim with long black hair and hazel eyes. She always had a stern look and, as I could see, she hated children. I always wondered why she worked at an orphanage if she despised us, but I never asked. She would always yell at us, even if we didn't do anything wrong. I soon had enough. I didn't connect with any of the kids so I didn't worry about them. In the middle of one winter night I silently packed my very few belongings and exited through the window. I had landed on the ground with a thud but luckily no one heard me.

I ran for my life, fearing that someone did hear me and told the witch. I didn't even realize that I ran straight into a back alleyway. There was no one around, which did frighten me a little. Suddenly I saw a presence across from me. It was a he who was slim with semi-long brown hair. He had a grin on his face and one red eye and one blue eye.