The Broken Queen

I: Run Away

*Alliyah's POV*

My name is Alliyah Kirai Heavan'ly. I'm 17, about to turn 18, and I live in an orphanage. This is my story.

I woke up to a harsh slap across my delicate face flesh. Pakck! My purple orbs, which contained many golden specks, fluttered open.

"Wake up, you wretched cow!" My caretaker cursed in my face, "Your parents left you because you were so useless, and don't think that I won't as well."

She had never been my favorite, not even close. But, she was the only one ever there for me. I was hated in the orphanage. Even though I was the most average kid you could ever see, and also the clumsiest, everyone bullied me. They called me "ugly" and "freak" and even slut-shamed me. It makes sense though, I'm really annoying, stupid, weird, and ugly. I'm so plain it's honestly hard to look at.

I slowly get up, without saying anything, and lightly walked over to my chest. I slide open the top brown drawer and retrieve my hairbrush. I gently brush my waist-long, brown hair. I inherited that from my father. I look almost exactly like my father did, and I hate it. My eyes are the only thing I have like my mother. She died a few years ago, and my father blamed me for it all. I blame me for it all. It was my fault. I was greedy, I was too scared of everyone to go alone. But that day, she got pulled into a back alley and stabbed to death. When I got home that day my dad was blackout drunk. It was the first time he ever hit me. I cried all night long.

I realized then that there was moisture on my face, that I was crying. I hadn't cried in years. With all the bullying and abuse from my father and the other children in the orphanage, I had become numb to the pain and couldn't cry.

I quickly dried my tears on my nightgown, stripped it off, and got dressed. I wore a pair of black, leather shorts; a dark purple off-the-shoulder top with a skull on it. I paired this with my ratty black hightop converse, and black thigh-high socks. I finished just as Mrs. Helga, the caretaker, threw open my door. She charged forward, gripping my arm,

"Time to put you to some actual work around here," she caterwauled, "it's about time you do some work."

"But what about my breakfast," I whimpered. I was shaking so bad, but I tried to keep my face a cold stone wall with no emotion in it.

"Lazy cows don't get breakfast." She snarled, leaning towards me and striking me once again. It really hurt.

She dragged me down the long, dark hall way out of the orphanage. She threw me out into the snow and thrust a shovel into my hands. While I shivered in the cold she slammed the door and I could hear her bolt it shut and stomp back down the halls to let the other kids out for playtime. I began shoveling as they bolted outside. Almost instantly, half of them began hurling insults at me and throwing snow and rocks and ice and dirt at me.

As quickly as I could, I worked my way over to the woods, and hid behind a tree. Some of them still managed to hit me, so I ran further in. I slowed to a walk as the woods thickened and became darker- it was already a cool, rainy day but it was even cooler here, soon becoming what one could only describe as piercing cold. I shivered and turned behind a thick bush to wait out playtime. I could never go to playtime, I always had to be doing something, cleaning or another thing, but I was also to old. I was the oldest kid in the orphanage, I was 17 and my birthday was coming up soon. When I turned 18 I would be kicked out, and I truly can't wait for the day, and I bet the other kids can't as well.

As I sat there in the bush, I noticed a glowing light from deep within the woods. I couldn't help myself. Even though I knew this would surely result in a beating, I ventured deeper into the woods, my curiosity consuming me. It was like I could hear a voice calling to me, saying my name and it just felt right to follow. I was deep in the woods now, and everything felt far behind. I couldn't even hear the kids from the orphanage taunting me. I could hear... nothing. Silence. Peaceful silence.

After a while of crawling through the soggy snow, I came across a clearing. Even though the entire wood was cold and wet, this clearing was warm and inviting. There was warm sunlight enveloping the whole thing, and in the middle there was an enormous temple. It was in the odd shape of some sort of creature. I had heard about these creatures, in the ancient texts my mother used to read to me. I knew I must have been dreaming, but it all felt so real. The creature's large stone eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I immediately knew what it was.

  A furby.

(A/N) 

"hello, welcome to our story, pals. hope you enjoy, i guess." -james 

"fuck you." -erika