Orphan in Limbo

Revelations

While the young woman was sitting and contemplating in her own direction in the common room, suddenly one of the inmates joined her sitting alongside Odette on the tattered sofa. It was nobody else than another recently committed patient, who's falsely accused in murdering even skinning his female victims reckoning his wife. It was Kit Walker.

The young man slyly looked up at the singer, earning her immediate gaze as their eyes met, locking up her hazelish-brown orbs. His chocolate brown eyes were rather fueled with benevolence, magnanimity and sheer innocence. What the singer recognized in the unknown gentleman was actually he seemed much different than any other she has ever encountered in her life. He wasn't scornful, nor disrespectful.

"It looks like you're another falsely accused patient just like me, if I'm not mistaking." The love child clarified by lisping, while his mammoth, creamy hands were on top of his lap.

"Unfortunately, yes!" Kit nodded his head, confirming her words as he offered her a sympathetic smile, dancing across his plumpish lips. "How about you?"

"Ugh, it's a long story but I'm either." In the interim, Odette heaved a jaded sigh from the top of her frail lungs. The young man can tell she was another victim of the false charges with which they shouldn't be involved and they've nothing to do with incidents, where the authorities bewail their names bluntly, pointlessly as if they were sinister criminals. "I doubt it you'd like to listen to my story, gentleman."

"Oh, don't talk like that!" What it was somewhat awkward between the both young adults was they didn't get the chance of knowing one another's names even by questioning one another. In the meanwhile, Odette couldn't contain a wry giggle, escaping her dry, berry-coloured lips, highlighting her porcelain, creamy as silk, white as vanilla complexion. "Of course, your story is important to discover what brought you there, no matter if you are falsely committed."

Kit Walker was a young man approximately in the beginning of his 20s with shaggy, short chestnut hair, warm chocolate brown eyes, filled with love, warmness and munificence. Palish skin tone. He was much taller than Odette herself.

Somehow the younger lady was deeply touched by his interest in listening to her story without judging her if that made sense at all.

"First of all, could you tell me your name because it's so awkward to carry on without knowing our names."

"Kit!"

"Splendid! I'm Odette Beatrix." The brunette answered with immense enthusiasm, vomitted in her calm voice. Meantime she couldn't repress a growing, merry smile, honed up in the corner of her lips. The false accused inmate found an old cigarette pack and matches next to him which motionlessly laid on the ragged couch as there were only 2 cigarettes. Just for him and Odette. He put the first one between his lips, whereas he handed the other one for the singer by lighting them with the matches, subsequently she held it between her two fingers, nodding her head humbly and expressing her tremendous gratitude. "Thank you for the cigarette, Kit!"

"You're welcome." He left the matches and already emptied cigarrete pack aloof his right side, turning to Odette as they took drags from their cigarettes, consequently blowing severe dim, diffusing in the common room. "What about your story?" Kit reminded her as she was beyond absent-minded once they lost themselves in their own miniature world, full of reveries and perfections.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." The younger lady apologized in demure manner, chewing her bottom lip by clearing her throat, setting free a sarcastic, instinctive chuckle. "Well, one night after singing with Elsa Mars and holding a night show in one of the local nightclubs in Florida, we were in the dressing room and I ordered one of the security guards to serve me some martini as he did it until I drank from its alcoholic beverage. At first, Elsa was worried for me and I assured her to go in the restroom as she did it and afterwards I was unconscious, losing control over my body and mind, due to the martini. Even I got headache and thankfully, Elsa rescued me from one of the security guards who attempted to lug me somewhere and rape me. Then she drove me to home and laid me on my bed in the wee hours of the morning as I woke up without any headache. Unfortunately, the slumber was interrupted by the cops who waited for me on the front door and they not only charged me in something I haven't done, but also arrested me cluelessly. And that's why I'm here, Kit!"