Chapter 4: The Calm Before The Storm

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Hannah's pov:
I am sitting on a log by the fire not long after the fight. I wasn't listening to the adults talk, I was just thinking about how I died.

I was walking back to the orphanage from the store. I had been sent to get some medicine for one of the younger kids. When I got back I have the head mistress the medicine, then sat on my bed in the room I shared with a lot of other kids. I don't know how many because I can't count that high. I think I was told it's about 10 or so? I don't know. I lay down and fall asleep.
I woke up later to the sound of the dinner bell, so I get up and walk down the stairs to the dining room. I sit at my usual spot, and everyone starts eating.
After dinner the head mistress pulls me aside and asks me to go to the store to get some ice cream for desert, I nod my head. She gives me the money for it and I run there as fast as I can. I get the ice cream but on the way back a van drives up next to me, two people get out and grab me, they pull me into the van and take me someplace that I don't recognize.
I don't know how long I was there. I was in a room that did not have windows. The only time I would see the people that brought me here was when they would give me food and water. Sometimes they would talk with me while I was eating, or when I was bored. They would tell me that they would protect me, that I was safe with them. When I would ask from what? They would just say not or worry.
A year later, I am 5 years old. I had been moved around a lot. The people that had taken me had taught me how to fight, and about some words that a 5 year old wouldn't normally know. I was in my room by myself teaching myself how to use chains as a weapon, little did I know that they would be my only weapon.

Writers note: sorry this took so long, I had a lot of trouble with Hannah's pov, I am also making this two parts because of it.

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