Orphan in Limbo

Tell me Your Story

The next morning

23rd of March, 1962

A handful of days left until Odette Beatrix's birthday which was in a matter of 2 days only.  Nonetheless, the birthday was never being forgotten not only by her biological parents Judy and Timothy, but also Odette's secondary parents Elsa, Massimo, Evelyn, her secondary sister and her parents' old friend Frank even Serena herself.

Little did the brunette know where's Serena since her absence when she left fortunately the orphanage for better life by being adopted by doting and amazing parents! All she knew was she was actually on cloud nine as soon as she no longer was part of St. Ursula's responsibility. Even more the young singer commenced to wonder about her childhood friend's contemporary life. Is she eventually blissful with her foster parents or otherwise no?

As the wee hours of the morning were embraced with the eloquent songs of the chirping birds, floating in the asylum's background by jingling silver-tongued, joyous tunes in the inmates even the staff's ears which brightly contrasted the bleeding, raucous patients' bewails that collided in the dull, grayish walls of the madhouse.

Odette and the rest of the other imprisoned patients were already released from their cells as a start of the new day as their first task was having a breakfast shortly before beginning their agenda especially for the young patients having an appointment with Dr. Azarova.

Once the young woman finished her breakfast, afterwards she sat on the tattered, soiled couch as she sat all alone at first by reclining in undemanding manner. Her hazelish-brown eyes contemplated blankly, emotionlessly the grand window of the common room as its daylight dispersed through it, bathing the room in light and sunlight sweeping the young lady's pale as vanilla, creamy as silk skin by protecting it from the common cold climate which was usual phenomenon in Briarcliff.

In the meanwhile, Kit pushed the double door by setting a foot in the common room by earning the younger woman's scrutiny look she wore on her face as her honey brown eyes glinted in the sight of the other falsely accused patient of murdering women and skinning them. She peeped over her shoulder by surveying the young man who approached her as he seated beside her.

 

"Good morning, Kit!" She offered him a demure, girlish smile, honed up in the corner of her plumpish, berry-coloured lips by chewing her bottom lip at his presence.

"Good morning, Odette! I still can't believe what happened here the last day when we clashed with that nosy journalist." The young man confessed by lowering his head for a while as he didn't break off the intense, profound eye contact with the love child.

"She was nothing more than annoying, prying bitch who would love to write a book about this shot hole and if she acknowledges my parents what they used to be, she would be horrified." Suddenly Kit widened his chocolate brown eyes when she emphasized the word parents, making to wonder why she would mention them. Are they that awful is what Kit began to question himself as his smile froze as it was rather replaced with a grotesque frown on his grimaced, youthful face.

"You said what about your parents?"

"Ah, nothing! They aren't atrocious people at all. I have always loved them though," All of a sudden, she burst out weeping as her frail eyelids sunk in bitter, somber dew as tears betrayed to tumble down her face at the thought of her parents who were innocent behind her deprivation from them when she was still a baby. It broke her heart even more when it was high time for a revelation behind her knowledge about them as the young singer knew almost nothing about Judy and Timothy. They were like her Achilles' Heel. She covered her face with her both petite, smooth hands by bowing her head. The young woman verged to resume her sentence until the blubber escalated as she couldn't do it, feeling impotent and enervated when her parents are the topic that lingered on her tongue.