Violet

Chapter 4 - The Orphanage

- This is all just a bad dream...

And you're never waking up -

I slid off the bed and tiptoed slowly towards the window. The scenery outside didn't seem familiar to me. The landscape was mostly tall, even buildings, with windows covering almost every inch of them. Wherever I was, I was a long way from London.
I didn't have long to take this in as my thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock at the door. I turned around.
A tall man wearing a smart, business like suit stepped into the room. His hair was dark brown and looked like it had been gelled back. He turned to me and gave me a thin lipped smile.
"Ah. I see you are awake" he said plainly. He held out his hand. "I'm the owner of the 'Little Angel Orphanage'." His smile widened. "We haven't met officially. One of my workers found you half dead. It's a miracle you're alive, you hadn't eaten in a while."
I took a step back, not taking my eyes off him.
"Where am I? Why am I in an orphanage? How long have I been asleep?!" I was almost yelling the words.
His smile faded. "All your questions will be answered... but first, I think you should eat something. We were going to feed you earlier but you wouldn't wake up. Go on. There's food ready for you on the table downstairs."
I said nothing and walked past him. I stepped down the winding stairs, looking around curiously. What the hell was this place? Why had they put me in an orphanage? A sudden thought struck me. I quickly rustled through my pockets. I sighed in relief as I caught hold of my phone.

After walking down the several flights of steps, I stepped into the room I assumed was the kitchen.
I was right.
As I walked in, I caught sight of 3 children gathered around a table. They all looked at me as I walked towards a plate of blueberry pancakes, sitting on the kitchen counter.
As I began to eat, one of the children stood up and walked over to me. She looked about my age, though she was a little shorter than I was. Her hair was jet black and her eyes were light green. She stood in front of me and tilted her head.
"Violet?" She said softly. Her voice was gentle and sweet.
I stared at her bewildered, unsure of what to say. Finally, a voice broke out of me.
"..How do you know my name? I don't recognise you at all" I asked.
She smiled at me and giggled at my confusion.
"I saw your arrival in a vision. I can see the future. You're special. You're the one who will break us from the insanity. I can't wait to be freed!"
I began to feel very uneasy all of a sudden. What the hell was this girl talking about? I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice the boy that had joined her.
"Is she ok?" He asked the girl.
Instantly snapping out of my thoughts, I looked at him. He looked a little older than me, around 16. He had smooth olive skin and dark hair that strands of went over his face. He had these dark, chocolate brown eyes that seemed to bore into me.
I felt my face burning.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly amused by my expression.
"It's rude to stare" He said in his American accent and winked at me.
I felt myself blush. I looked away embarrassed.
He grinned and rolled his eyes. He held out his hand.
"I'm Max. You are?"
I looked at him and shook his hand, trying my best not to lose myself in his gorgeous eyes.
"I-I'm V-Violet!" I stuttered, smiling nervously at him.
His grin widened and he pulled his hand away.
"Nice to meet ya Violet. Love what you're doing with your hair by the way. Blue, eh?"
My blush deepened and I smiled a little more confidently.
"T-Thanks!"
He smiled and ran his hand through my hair.
"It's weird in a wonderful kind of way." His eyes glimmered. "It's unique. Don't think about changing it." He winked at me again and walked away.

The girl inched closer to me and smiled softly.
"I won't tell him you like him" she whispered to me before walking back to the table she was at.
I stood there in a daze for a few minutes before walking out of the kitchen. Who the hell were these people?
I had no idea.
I walked into what seemed to be a sitting room. I looked around. Nobody was in here.
Perfect.
I sat on the velvet sofa and stared at the blank screen on the tv. I looked around for a remote. Nowhere.
Why the hell wouldn't you keep a remote where the tv is?
I rolled my eyes and looked back at the ceiling. I wondered about where I was and how far away I was from home.
Tears prickled in my eyes as I thought about how worried Jess must be. I usually called her every night, for all I knew I could've been asleep for days.
I sighed and leaned my head back.

What was happening to my world?

- The answers are just a tear drop away... -

To be continued...