The Orphanage (ONC ENTRY)

Chapter Two: The Forgotten Time

I can remember a time when my birthdays were happy. Filled with cards and cake instead of ears and eyeballs. Back then I had a family. A Dad full of happiness. A mother full of sobriety. An extraordinarily talented brother who moved away when I was three to purse his dream of being a pianist.

The box still in my hands. My throat raw from the blood curdling Hollers that I had a defectively mispronounced.
Nobody had awoken. My small room was clean still. The strange ceased body still laying upon the Orphanages cold wooden floor. I looked down at his pale lifeless body. Thinking about what to do about my body quivering with large intent to collapse.

"Whats with the screams?!". The Orphanage keeper announced with his eyes on me. Then he looked down. His mouth dropped at the sight of the vampiric looking skin. He smiled and then gaged as if he knew the victim. "Who is he?" I asked with a ponderous tone.

"Gill!?....my husband". He collapsed to his knees. Did you kill him? The Orphanage keeper asked with his right eye brow raised. "No I did not." My brown tattered clothing now boasting with a darkening drying red. "I believe you, but I still have to tell the Constable . I walked towards him. The wooden floorboards creaking beneath my foot steps. He briskly pulled me close hugging me until I couldn't breathe slightly.

I masked my words, pushing his myself backwards. My hands and arms off his shoulders. Loosening his tight grasp that was currently wrapped around me.
"I'm sorry about Gill. I'm gonna solve this case personally". He let me go and grabbed the key from his pocket and yelled out "Yeah, you do that!". Slamming and then locking the door behind him.

I was used to the constant anger of Mr.Earl. Although he owned the Orphanage, he sometimes took out his frustration on what he call his "patients" with his fists. I returned to my bed. Dropping the box of dismembered body parts next to the lifeless corpse of assistant principle Gill. We had educational learning on Tuesdays and Thursdays inside a hothouse right outside the Orphanage.

I smirked for he knew not of the tricks that did lay in my room. I flipped over my thin pillow. On the backside of the pillow laid a small slit. Inside this small slit was a key. I let one finger inside the slot that was on the flip side of my skinny pillow. The small amount stuffing tumbling out the edges of the lip shaped hole. I finally found the silver key. I grabbed the key with my index finger. Sliding onto the comforter that had once been my dads favorite. Or so he had claimed.

I moved from my bed back to the wooden floor. Trying my hardest not to make the potent squeaking sound. I knew that Mr.Earl was either outside the door with his lock and key, or in his own personal quarters using the circular dial phone to announce the current situation to the constable. Who literally living three doors down from the Orphanage.

The floor boards moved underneath my feet. My blood soaked brown thin linen still drying from the problem. I finally reached the end of the room. Only making a few wooden squeals as I tore up a single floor board. The nails breaking out of the sides of the wooden rectangle. I pulled out a rusted old red and black tool box, filled with all my old memories and trinkets. Although I hadn't foreseen this, I did come prepared. I moved from behind the still locked door, back to my freezing blood covered bed.

I open the old tool container and pulled out a saw that had come from one of my younger good thoughts from my biological father. I now grasped a hand saw. The windows that were slightly visible to look out of had bars on the outside and inside of them. So for the next few hours that I locked inside my own bed room, I tried my hardest to silently saw the bars until my hands became swollen with both guilt and small blisters.

The first set of bars snapped In half. Sliding off the base of their metallic footing. I frowned. It has taken me six hours to saw through those. If Mr.Earl was to see that I was trying to get out of his punishment. Let alone escape the Orphanage to solve his husbands murder Id get at least a fourth of how many lashes I usually got. Not all of the kids had bars on their windows, just the troublesome ones. I stood to my feet and began sawing once more. My blisters aching along with every inch of my arm and finger tips.

"Knock Knock". I rushed to my bed. Putting the saw where my back. He unlocked my door and slid my meal on the ground as if I was his pet or something. Which in a way we all were his pets. I deviously squirmed back and forth as he looked up at me as he stood back to feet. Blood now trickling down my back. Trying Not to yelp from the excruciating pain. I smiled and forced out a breathless "thanks".

Once he shut the door back. I didn't hear a lock clammer. Just another slam. I rushed to the small glass plate of food. I scrambled to my feet and limped back to my uncomfortable sleeping pad. Never moving for the next few hours. I fell asleep on accident.

When I awoke, the body was gone. The plate of food was detained in my stomach. In my room beside my dresser stood a white plate made of what the rich elders would've named "China". On it was a white piece of paper. Shaped like a dragonfly. "Origami?" I carefully unfolded the note.

The note read in traditional Chinese lettering. - "The Game Stars Now".

I smiled as I knew where I was I was in......

To be continued in part 3 (The Red Ball)