World In Turmoil

chapter 5~

Chapter 5~

Previously-
" I've never met my parents but... I remember a young woman who came to orphanage. She had dark chocolate skin and even darker hair. But the thing I most remember was a pair of the deepest blue eyes. Oh and don't forger the smile, it brightened the entire room. She chose another girl, a few years younger called christa. A disabled girl who was completely blind out of both eyes." She told him about a woman she wished could have adopted her.

The boy glanced at her from the mirror. He hadn't realised she was an orphan. He didn't even know of an orphanage around these parts.

"You know...."

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"You know.... you're lucky. You had family that could trust you. My family or if you could call them family. Are a bunch of rejects who stole and jump others to eat for a day. They couldn't trust not a soul. The only reason why we stayed at the orphanage was because we had a roof over our head to keep the rain off and four walls to keep the wind away. I despise the family I don't remember because they dumped me at this shit hole to wither and die." She let off a little bit of steam trying to steer the convention in a different direction.

He sighed rubbing a hand over his eyes, a wave of tiredness rolled over him. He felt guilt because the girl in the back only wished for a life empty of fear and greed. He remembered when he was younger visiting an orphanage. When he saw the condition they were in he cried his little heart until no more tears could come. His family funded the orphanage and soon they wore clothes on their backs that didn't look like it had been dipped in mud. They wore shoes and happy smiles as they played in the river.

" I'm sorry...." shuttered softly as he focused on the road.

" Na don't worry your pretty little head about it. The orphanage is gone, wiped off the map by your soldiers." She spoke without golfing back.

She heard a small gasp come fro the male. She felt herself Reach for his shoulder. Placing a hand on his shoulder gently she laughed.

He felt the tension from his muscles drain away at the angelic laugh. He gave her a weary smile.

She patted his shoulder and her hand went back to her lap. She lay down slightly. Yawning.

"Brush your hair and clean your face with the wipes. There is a mirror in the blue bag." He told her noticing his he'd hair looked like a bird's nest and her face was caked in dirt.

She nodded grabbing the brush and wipes. She picked the leaves from her hair then started to carefully brush away the tugs.

°time skip°

°change to different place°

A woman stood with her back to a girl chained to a chair. She smirked as she heard the grunts as the one chained to the chair struggled against the metal.

"What the fuck do you want you monster!?" She screamed her voice like a child's scream.

A laugh came from the other woman who slowly turned away like the villain she was.

"Hello, Hello Taraka's offspring." The woman answered as she came closer.

"You fucking Monster how dare you toy with her life!" She growled as her pupils started to shrink.

A hand grabbed on to her face, fingers wrapped around her jaw tightly.

"You should know your place, all you are is a whore's child. You are the monster here. You're the one with the soul in you not me." A smirk laced in her words as she tightened her grip.