death or toture!

I turned around leaving the house and looking at the  window opposite me. A girl the age of 5 looked sadly out of the window and somebody grabbed her arm and slapped her hard around the face. she looked at me agian and mouthed "help, me". the orphanage was oppisite my house and was painted dull grey with a happy face on it. I twisted my head and waved my hand at her and nodded. "I promise".

I was only 13 then and I didn't really know what I was doing but I feel guilty about promising her and not saving her for 5 long years. I have to keep my promise don't I. The last thing I saw before going to sleep was the girls sad face and how the women slapped her. How rude! "idiot" I muttered. 

I awoke to the sound of music and I sat up. I was used to the music playing in the morning.  mum was a popstar and actress which meant she woke up at six practised her song and danced to the music. everyone said that I was lucky but I thought I wasnt. she didn't take really any notice of me.

" mum, I'm going to look at the orphanage" I said turning to rush out the door before she made a full conversation with me. "well , bye then" I added and locked the door. I turned to the window the girl was looking out of 5 years ago and I ran up to it. I knew exactly what I was doing. adopting a girl and saving her. mother will be furious I know. she will have a fit but I was 18 and could handle everything I thought.

curiously I knocked three times and waited before a 40 year old looking women wearing an apron. "what do you need little child." she questioned me. I gave her an odd look and replied. " let me get this straight im 18 and not a child, I came here to adopt" I spat. she sighed and gestured her hand for me to come in. I stepped in smelling the eerie smell in the air and scrunching up my nose in disgust. she took no notice of me and wondered on seating me on a bright blue chair. I sat down and she sat herself on a regular chair near the computer. "well, what  child do you want" she asked not really interested in what I was going to say. "can I look at them first" I said giving her a dirty look. she made me feel uncomfortable and I followed her down the corrider. all the girls were locked in there cages like animal's. I gasped and stopped. " what are these, animals. why are they locked up like that, " she laughed and made eye-contact with me.  "they are animals" she chuckled. How dare she. " your the only fucking animal here" I swore. she just sneered even harder and strode away disappearing leaving me with the children. "well, who wants to come to my sweet home then' I smiled. The children began to crawl towards me and I watched them in horror. "me, me, me" they all pleaded. I was looking for the girl I saw in the window. I knew I will never find her. it was 5 years ago, but I still had hope. I examined the cages and stared at a girl with blond hair coming to her elbows. she had a scar reaching from her ear to her lip. what will do such a thing.

"whats your name honey" I asked. she moved her mouth but nothing came out. I repeatedly said it agian and she looked up at me eyeing my eyes. I realised she couldn't talk. it cant be this girl. the girl spoke to me. she said help me. well, I walked away from the girl and scanned for another girl. the lady came back and huffed. "how long do you take, girl" she hissed at me. "well I will take how long I need, thank you very much" I hissed back. I swung myself around to see a little tiny girl sitting in the corner rocking back amd forth, muttering faintly to herself, hugging her teddy bear and closing her eyes. something had bought me to this girl. there was something about her that made me reach closer. "hello, cutie pie" I whispered intruppting Her thoughts. she looked at me and then continued to her rocking position,  closing her eyes. "hello" I repeated.  This time she didn't open her eyes and just ignored me. I reached for her hand and she flinched. "dont worry" I patted her and rubbed my thumb and her palm. "who are you" she asked her voice shaking a little.  "who am I, lets see, I am a human being that is just like you and I have two eyes as well as two ears and a nose." I kidded making her laugh. she began to cry with happiness making me cry too. " you are adorable" I cooed. she stopped laughing and looked at me. "and you funny" she mocked happily. she disappeared once again in her own thoughts making me wonder what's going on in her tiny mind. "what are you thinking about" I questioned. she shivered and turned her sad face into a fake happy face. "why ask" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and she nodded. "I see, anyway are you a worker" she smiled. I shook my head and she sighed with unhappiness.  "oh, I wish you were you'll make me happy everyday as my mother can't" she sobbed. I tried to rub her back but she was to far away.  "how old are you" I said trying to change the subject. " 7 turning 8 in august" she smiled once again.  I loved her small innocent smile that she will have on her face only when she wanted to. "please take me away from this horrible house, they abuse me and lock me up in the grousion" she sobbed harder. I gasped making her jump. "I'll see, maybe I can't adopt you but I will see you every single day by the way what is a grousion" I promised. " a horrible place that stinks and is dark" she made a disgusting face. She gave me a huge smile. "thank you for making my day better" she laughed. I waved at her leaving a kiss on her cheek as she went back to the position she was in when I first saw her. "I love you mummy" I heard her mutter under her breath as she rocked forward and backwards, crying and crying, moaning and moaning. I needed her, she needed me and that was important.

as I was walking past the lady on the computer she smirked. "picked one Finally" she chuckled. I shook my head giving her a look. "I will be back tomorrow anyways" I smirked back. she muttered something and I turned around. "what" I questioned. she typed quickly and stopped. "I said good, I'm not here tomorrow". I smiled warmly thinking of her dead on the ground. "yeh, I hope you never come back, bitch" I whispered making 'bitch' louder than the rest and strolled out thinking of the little cute girl.