The Orphanage

Just because I deserve it

Bold= Chanel

Italics= Marida

7:30 p.m. And I'm still with Preston. He seems to just keep on blabbering about randomness. I think I even missed his story on why he is at this orphanage in the first place, because I haven't been paying attention to him. Instead I've been looking around his room to find out what kinds of things he is into, and so far, I've got nothing in here is helpful.

"Yeah, so um.. Chanel maybe you should go before the rest of the guys come back?" Preston suggested.

"Ahhhhh Chanel darling, my favorite screw up," Mrs Ebony sarcastically stated for no apparent reason, "get the hell out of here and clean the kitchen you worthless piece of trash! If you weren't doing all this work, I would want you to get the hell out of here, but we all know that no body want you."

It's a good thing no body cares at all about us because if they did, it would make our job of killing you harder.

Marida, please shut up! your going to expose me and then I will be ruined

I will not listen to your petty excuse for anything. I can do what I want when I feel like it.

All of a sudden, I feel something ghostly passing through my body, making me shiver intensely. I closed my eyes and tried to forget the feeling, but when I opened my eyes, I saw her.

It was me: she was a little shorter then average, just like me, she had long dark brown, almost black hair that reached her waist, her eyes were envious and showed no remorse. The only difference between me and her, was her cream colored dress. It was long, so long it touched the floor, and I most certainly, would never wear it. Just then it hit me, the sight I saw was Marida; exactly like me, but totally different.

"CHANEL!" a voice broke me out of my thoughts. I glared at the one and only Mrs Ebony.

"If you don't clean the kitchen, I will beat you to a pulp." I began to walk, and so did Marida.

Oh Chanel, you aren't going to listen to her are you? she patronized me.

Oh, but I am.

How about you follow me instead.

***TRIGGER WARNING***

I looked at her with disbelief, but I soon gave into her little games. She took me up stairs and into my bathroom. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about what is going to happen.

Open the top drawer, Chanel. She forcefully said. I did as I was told.

Grab the razor, Chanel. She said my name as if it was a curse to be me. But she's right it is.

Now Chanel, take the shiny metal, and put it against your beautiful, flawless skin. Again she said it like it was a curse. I couldn't bring myself to do it though.

I can't. It was simple enough. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Yes you can. just tell yourself how much everyone hates you and how much of a fat, useless nothing you are.

But I don't believe you. I lied, why did I lie she knows me too well

Your a mistake, that's why your in this hell hole in the first place. I tried not to let it get to me, but I couldn't and a single tear fell from my cheek. I took the blade and placed it against my wrist.

One for being useless.
Two for being fat.
Three for being a nothing.
Four for being a mistake. I noticed as I cut how true all of her words were, making me cut deeper, and cry harder.
Five for being weak and crying
Six for being stuck here
Seven for being a curse
Eight for giving in to easily. I will fall for anything and everything, mainly why I am standing here listening to Marida who isn't even real, and cutting myself as the blood runs down my arm.
Nine for everyone hating me and no one wanting me.
And ten, just because I deserve it.

Good girl, clean yourself up. I've got a plan...

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Hello my people!! Quick chap sorry for not updating in a while, but I am here now!

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