Voldamort's Daughter: "Scarred"
Annabelle’s POV.
Hello, my name is Annabelle and I’m 10 years old. I have lived at a orphanage all my life since my parents didn’t want me. Every day I struggle to survive at this stupid orphanage! I can't talk... and i'm not sure if I remember how, because, since I was five, the man who “cared” for us would never let us speak... and if we did, we would get punished for it.
I sat in a corner of the room, reading a book that I found while I was cleaning, when the man named Bill, who was our care taker at the orphanage, started yelling my "nickname". “HEY FREAK, GET YOUR SORRY BUTT DOWN HERE!” He had originally said a bad word, but I'd rather not use that kind of language. The reason he called me freak was because whenever I’m sad or angry, I make some strange things happen. But always end up getting punished for it. Punishment meaning a beating or some other things that I prefer not to talk about.
I got up from the corner I sat in and made my way downstairs to his office. When I walked in, a tall man with black greasy hair and black robes was in front of Bill looking rather displeased. He wore a glare on his face. As I walked in, Bill pointed to a chair, in which I sat, fearing what would happen if I disobeyed. The man with raven colored hair stepped forward, towering over me which made me feel so small. It made me flinch.
“I am here to adopt you. My name is Severus Snape.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard...! Adopt me?! He must be joking! Who would want me..? I’m a freak! An outcast! My inner thoughts didn't show, since all I did was nod and look at the floor. “Take her. She is nothing but a freak. Disgusting. Are you sure you want that useless girl?” Bill said in a laughing sort of tone, but I knew it was true. I was nothing more than a freak... And boy did I sure look disgusting with my ripped jeans and my ripped shirt that was ten sizes too big for me. With all the dirt and bruises all over me, I was a mess.
“Yes I am sure. Come child..." The man named Snape said, gesturing me to come with him. I stood up and walked out with him. I was finally leaving this place... but that doesn’t mean I will be happy. He'll probably find out I’m a freak and give me back to the orphanage. We walked outside where I found a cab waiting for us. I got in the cab along with my new parent. I watched through the window as the trees were passing by until Snape spoke.
“Child... What is your name, and how old are you?” I had no idea how I should answer that! Should I talk or should I just ask him for paper and a pen so I can write? I mean, I can’t talk... I haven’t talked since I was five. What if I talk and he gets mad like Bill?! So I decided that talking isn't the greatest idea. I looked at him and made a writing motion with my hand. he had a look of confusion on his face before her understood what I meant he went into his pocket and pulled out a piece of scratch paper and ask the driver for a pen I took both and worte.
~I’m Annabelle and I’m 10 years old~ I handed the paper to Snape and waited for him to speak
“Can you speak or are you mute”he ask I guess I have to exsplane to him everything but I might get punished what if he ask me to talk. I took the paper and pen aging.
~Well I don’t know if I can talk I haven’t talk since I was five~ I was about to hand him the paper when the driver came to a stop and Snape got out of the car and paid the driver we were at a old house that was on spinners end according to the sign on the street we walk up to the front door and Snape opened the door and pushed me in I flinch a little which made him look at me a little wired but he went back to his regular glare. He guided me to his living room and told me to sit down and I obeyed Snape sat next to me on the couch and spoke.
“As I was saying can you speak or are you mute?” I handed Snape the paper that I wrote on in the cab and he look at me as though he actually cared but he soon left that and started at me.
