The Mark Of the Nether (A Minecraft fanfiction)

Finding My Closet

Piper's POV:

"Because I lived here when this place was an Orphanage."

I froze as Morgan continued.

"I never liked my parents, but one day was when I had enough. The rebels had come to our village, started taking over things. And my parents.. they.." Her hands curled into fist and she started shaking. Morgan's jaw clenched and her face grew red in anger.

"Those bastards," She spoke slowly through gritted teeth. "Sided with those mavericks. The people who I was unlucky enough to call my 'parents', were supporting those lousy, stinking-!" She shuddered as she took in a breath. Her voice had began rising in volume, and we didn't want to attract any attention. "So I ran."

She said simply, "I grabbed a bag full of clothes, and a little food, then I ran. I was only seven, and because of that someone found me and put me in the Orphanage. It was horrible. The older kids never bothered me, but I saw what they did."

"Wait, when was this?" I stopped her.

"Six years ago." She said. "A year before this place stopped being an Orphanage."

So she came a year after I left.

"I'm guessing you've met Rodrick, then?"

"Rodrick?" Her eyes widened and she nodded rapidly. "Oh my Notch, I almost forgot about that brat!" She exclaimed and I shushed her. "Whoops," She whispered. "People are sleeping, right, I knew that.."

I snickered as Morgan grinned sheepishly.

'I kinda like this side of her.'

I mentally nodded in agreement with Ghastly.

"Wait." Her grin dropped and she narrowed her eyes at me. "How do you know about Rodrick?"

"The same way I know about Rosalyn." I shrugged.

Huh.. Rodrick, Rosalyn, Roxy, why do all the evil people start with an 'R'?

Sighing, I sat up straighter.

"When I was two I came to the Orphanage. Micha came when I was four, that's how we met." I started. "You know what happened to my Mom already.." I swallowed thickly as Morgan solemnly nodded. "Well, nobody knows who my Dad is. So I had been in a few Orphanages before coming to Greenwood."

"Rosalyn hated my guts." I stated bluntly. "Same for most of the others. They beat me up, made fun of me and outlasted me for being a 'demon-child'-"

"That was you?" Morgan perked up.

"Uh.. Yeah..?" Why is that a big deal?

"When I got here, everybody said the closet in the hall was off limits. They always said it was 'thanks to the demon-kid'."

"No way!" I gasped. "They stopped using my closet?"

"Your closet?" She raised her pointed eyebrow.

"Well, I mean, it basically is my closet." I shrugged. "They always locked me in it. Starved me, neglected me, they're just lucky abuse laws have changed since then." Then I had a thought. "Is it still here?"

Morgan smirked. "Follow me." She uncrossed her legs and sprung up, carefully opening the door. After a moment of hesitation, I got up and went after her. She barely waited for me as she slid down the hall in her socks.