Give Me Love

Prologue

Prologue

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10 years. 10 freaking years ago I wasn't an orphan. When I woke up in the morning it was when my mother sung loudly while cooking breakfast. Or when my father pinched my cheeks softly when even her singing couldn't have woken me up. Now I am waking up to the screams and cries of children younger than me. I don't blame them. Wouldn't you cry if no one would take you in? Hell, I was screaming my ass off the first time I came hear too but I sucked it up. No one pitied me so I don't waste my pity on them. With an exception of my trusted roommate, Ruby Cross.

I met Ruby 2 years after I had arrived into this dreaded place. I was 8 and she was 5 years old. I remember throwing a huge hissy fit once I found out I was getting a roommate but I shutted my mouth after seeing Ruby for the first time. She was in a wheelchair and her eyes were bloodshot from crying so much. The caretaker that rolled her in here left without saying a word then locked the door behind of her. Every door gets locked after 8o'clock to prevent us kids from fooling around at night. Ruby arrived at 3am so I prepared myself to stay awake until she got here. I hate surprises and she would've been a huge one if I fell asleep.

"Hi, I'm Alexandra." I nervously said. At the time I barely talked to anyone but I figured maybe I should at least become friends with my new roommate.

"Your story," Ruby quietly said, breaking the tension.

"My story?" I walked closer to her wheelchair then tilted my head down. Ruby has caramel skin and long black hair. Way longer than mine. Her eyes were an unusual color. A reddish orange kind of color. It wasn't because of the tears cause later in the years I've known her the color stayed the same. Maybe even brighter.

"Tell me...how'd you end up here." Ruby whispered as she looked up at me. Her statement forced me to remember what happened 2 years ago. My 8 year old self was about to cry but then Ruby wrapped her bruised arms around my waist then leaned her head against my stomach. Her small gesture of comfort opened up my heart and I began to spill what happened. Or at least what I could remember.

I'd rather not tell you how my younger self explained this so I'm going to tell you the improved story. This is what I told Ruby years later once she was old enough to understand what I was saying.

My mother and father took me to the fair and we stayed there all day. Then after the long car ride home I ran straight to my room to sleep. It was really late at night and passed my bedtime. I got a couple of minutes of sleep but then my mother rushed into my room with the house phone in her hand. She picks me up then places me into the closet. She told me to stay put and that we were just playing hide and seek. I was an idiot at the time so I kept still and quiet in the closet for about an hour. I shut my eyes and tried to get some sleep but my eyelids were sprung open by the sound of gunshots.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

After a couple of minutes the house was completely silent. I peaked out of the closet and saw nothing suspicious. Except for the house phone placed on the floor. I picked it up with shaky hands then tiptoed my way downstairs into the living room. I saw my mother sprawled out on the floor behind of the couch so I assumed she was hiding from my father. I was wrong. My mother was covered in blood. My 6 year old self didn't quite register what happened to her so I didn't cry or scream. I giggled while I shook her body and told her to wake up so that we could find my father. She didn't wake up. I stared at her for the longest time then I heard groans coming from the kitchen. I ran in there and found my father leaning against the cabinet with his hand over his chest. I noticed blood seeping through his hand as I got closer to him. He asked me where my mother was and I told him that she wouldn't wake up. He told me to come closer and I did as told then he hugged me and started to cry. He kept repeating 'It was all my fault.' then he stopped talking all at once. His grip on me weakened and I watched as his dead body hit the tile floor. He wouldn't wake up either. I looked at the phone in my hand and dialed the only number I knew of.

9-1-1: What is your emergency?
Me (6 Years Old): My parents won't wake up.
9-1-1: From sleeping?
Me: From death.
9-1-1: How old are you?
Me: I just turned 6 years old. I'm scared. They won't play with me.
9-1-1: We recently received reports that gunshots were heard from your location. Did you hear gunshots?
Me: If gunshots sound like fireworks then yes.
9-1-1: We are already on the way. We will be there shortly with an ambulance.

I hung up the phone then glanced down at my father. The hug he gave me covered my birthday dress in blood. I got on my knees then pinched his cheek the same way he would've pinch mine. I get up then walk over to my mother. I sung the same song she would've sung to me to wake me up. Nothing I did worked so I frustratedly went into the kitchen then opened the fridge. Maybe if I blow out my birthday candles then they'll wake up was my childish thought. The day I became an orphan was indeed the day of my 6th birthday. To this day I still don't know what happened but that's going to change soon. I swear I'm going to find out as soon as I can! I have to revenge them somehow.

Minutes later I heard sirens in the distance then in the front yard. I ran to the front door then opened it. Lots of adults barge in and one drags me towards a police car. I yell out to my parents but I don't see them come outside so I began to cry hard. The person who dragged me out here then into the car hugs me. The warmth of the hug drifts me off to sleep.

"Then I ended up here," I told Ruby while I rolled her to her bed. I attemptted to pick her up and I did well. She didn't hit the floor. I placed her on her bed then covered her with the blanket. I turned away but she tugged on my sleeve.

"Stay with me, Lexy." Ruby requested with a sad expression on her face.

I sighed but climbed right into bed with her. For once I didn't feel lonely. "What's your name?" I asked.

"I don't remember. I can't remember a lot of things." Ruby gave me a half smile then drifted off to sleep. I did as well shortly after she did. The only thing I could think of was what to name her than I remembered her eye color. They always will remind me of rubies.

(A/N): Hello readers! I hope you like the Prologue and the regular chapters will be longer than this but this is the beginning so I didn't want to add too much to it! Thanks so much for reading this it means a lot and please give me some love! (How ironic!) Do all that nice stuff like follow/vote/share/comment!!!! It would mean so much to me cause this is my first book!!! Love you all!!!