Kari's Drabbles

The Orphanage

  I sit staring out a window. The snowflakes are dull and grey, not their usually pure white fluffy selves. That's what happens when the ashes from fire mix with snow. Leaving a grey slush all around the house, that no one can play in, or even touch. For if they do, it would surely mean a whipping.'

The place is quiet, full of sleeping children. All but me. They wish for a better place, a home or a quiet little retreat. They won't get that here. The smoke from the factory nearby contaminates the sky, and poisons the air. Yet another reason we aren't allowed outside. Most of the kids here are either abandoned by their parents, or their parents died in a crash or fire.

This is not why I'm here.My parents not only died, but died by the hands of a murderer. But that was many years ago. I hardly remember what my parents looked like, and at the same time, family friends say I look like my mother. I don't care. I'd rather look like a stranger than to look like a dead person.

I never wanted to come here, but I had no choice. I was dragged here thruogh mud and rain against my will. I truly hate it here, but I didn't have anywhere else to go. It was the only place that would take me in. That was when I was 5. I'm going to be 16 three days from now. And I plan to escape. Whether or not I die in the attempt is the issue.

For now, I watch the grey snow fall and melt like ashes made of water. Maybe if I get a tiny spark of hope, it might bring a brilliant fire. And maybe, just maybe I'll burn in the out of control flame...