I got the inspiration for this story like I get most of my ideas...in the middle of the night...This story is about the young girl 'Amy Benson' from the orphanage in which Tom Riddle grew up who he took to the cave...I hope you enjoy it...x
Disclaimer...Anything you recognize is NOT mine...x
"NO!" I screamed loudly as the old bat tugged at my waist forcing me inside the mangy, old building. "DON'T GO! I screamed at my mother who was standing at the steps of the orphanage. My throat and my lungs were aching in protest but I had to scream to stop her from going. "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" I screamed louder. Her face, which was draped in cloth, wore a slight sad expressionbut her eyes looked relieved as the burden she'd had to bear for nine years was being taken off her hands now. She smiled a sad smile before turning round and she walked round the street without looking back. "STOP!" I screamed but she didn't turn round and I watched her walk round the corner.
The skinny woman with a pointed chin still didn't let go of me when my mother had turned round the corner and I carried on screaming for her and I started kicking and trying to break free. The woman was stronger than she looked and kept a tight hold without saying a word. She was used to seeing this, I thought, as many children just like me had been dumped here. I was weak so there really wasn't any competition with me and her as I hadn't had a proper meal for days and I was really tired. My mother had tried to take good care of me but she had made a mistake bringing me here to this dump. We were fine together, okay we were hungry, dirty and tired but we were fine and she was taking good care of me. I loved my mother and she had always been good to me but I hated her for taking me here.
I was crying furiously and I could tell my hair was wet and matted together with tears. I knew my mother was gone but I didn't want to accept it. She would come back if I told how much I needed her and how she was a great mother but this cruel woman wouldn't let me go to her.
The woman had managed to turn round and shut the door with her foot. She still held me back but with one arm and with the other she locked the door.
That was when she let go of me and I rushed up to the door trying to open it. I was too small to reach the big locks. "MOTHER COME BACK!" I screamed at the door. My fists pound against the big wooden door in a feeble attempt to get it open. The woman was still watching me but I didn't care. This woman as a servant of Satan trying to keep me away from my Mother and she deserved to burn in the fiery pits of hell along with her master.
The pounding on the door didn't open it though and I knew I would never be able to but I kept trying.
"Dear" the skinny woman said to me putting her hand onto my shoulder gently which I shook off immediately "She's gone"
I didn't turn round to face her and instead I pounded on the door harder and harder. My tears were flowing like a river and my tiredness was becoming stronger. "Come back" I whispered to the door. My mother was gone and she wasn't coming back. I slumped down the wall at the bottom crying quietly whilst shaking all over. The separation was slowly sinking in and as much as I hated the fact she had gone I knew I would never see her again.
The skinny woman held her hand out which I held and she took me up the big fleet of stairs which were opposite the big wooden doors.
My howling had stopped but tears were still flowing down my cheeks rapidly and I was whimpering every step I took because I knew it was one step away from my mother.
The woman took me into a small bare room with nothing in it except an old wardrobe and an iron bedstead. There was an old wooden chair which had a puddle of sawdust round it.
"Dear, sit down" the skinny woman said simply and I walked over to the old bed and sat down on the grey, scratchy bed sheets. The woman followed and sat down too. She sat down next to me but I shuffled away from her to the other end of the bed. She sighed but did not move nearer towards me and started to speak.
"I know this must be hard for you but this is your home now and this is your bedroom". She said looking at me but I looked down at the floor not wanting to hear her final words. "I am Mrs Cole, the matron, and I am going to look after you" she said to me "Now, dear, what is your name?" she asked. I looked up at her pale long face and she smiled a little at this but I did not return it.
"Amy, Ma'am" I said but I hiccoughed half way through as I was still crying. She smiled again and then said
"You can call me Mrs Cole" she said "Everyone else does, there is no need to be polite" I nodded my head.
"Okay" I said simply feeling quite dead inside.
"Now Amy" Mrs Cole said pronouncing my name clearly and slowly "Can you tell me a bit about yourself as you mother failed to do so" I could hear some anger in her tone as she mentioned my mother and I felt anger flare up to in my stomach as she had talked badly about my mother. How dare her! This woman did not know my mother how dare she judge her. But thinking about it my mother had abandoned me and I hated her too even if I wanted her to come back again and take me. That was what I wanted the most out of the whole world.
Although Mrs Cole did not know my mother she knew that she had abandoned me and Mrs Cole, because of this, thought she was a bad mother. My mother was not bad but as Mrs Cole had to deal with the bad Mother's children every day I knew why she must feel like this.
"How old are you, Amy?" Mrs Cole asked
"Nine" I muttered
"Okay" Mrs Cole said acknowledging my age. I must have seemed a bit younger because my lack of food must have made me smaller. "What is your last name?" she asked.
"Benson" I said without any emotion in my voice.
"Thank you Amy" Mrs Cole said and looked at me in the eyes "I know this is hard for you-"
"No you don't" I muttered quietly and I didn't care if she heard or not. Nothing mattered anymore now that the most important person in the world was gone. I didn't know if she heard me or not but she carried on speaking anyway.
"So I appreciate your cooperation" If this was cooperation I wondered what not cooperating was. I decided to try harder to be less cooperative next time, if there was a next time; I doubted she would need any more information to go on the forms she needed to fill. "Like with all the other Orphans, I will wake you up when it is time for breakfast" she stated and she started to get up, stretching her legs. I flinched when she said orphan and it finally dawned on me that that was what I was now. Orphan meant that you had no parents and I had none. I had never known my father but I had never known any different so I didn't mind but of course I would love to meet him because mother said he was a wonderful man but now that my mother was gone I would miss her because I had known better and I would always want things to go back to the way things were. I was an orphan now because I had no parents. They had abandoned me like I was rubbish. At least there were other children that knew how I felt. "You will get changed out of your night wear which is under the sheets of the bed and come down stairs were I will introduce you to the other children" I didn't know if I really wanted to meet the other children and I didn't like been told what to do. Mother had never told me what to do just what I shouldn't do and she had given me guidelines. "You may stay up for a bit but you must stay in your room before you go to sleep" Mrs Cole said "Good night Amy" she said pronouncing my name clearly and slowly again before opening the door.
There was a sharp intake of breath as she opened the door as something had obviously shocked her. My street child instincts took over and I shot off my bed to see what it was that had surprised her.
"Oh" Mrs Cole said realizing her breath "Hello Tom".
There was a young boy about the same age as me standing at the door. He looked taller and older but I was small because I had been on the streets for so long. He had dark brown long-ish hair and the most beautiful brown eyes which were so dark they could have been mistaken for black. He was extremely handsome even for a young boy but his expression was hard and cold and I felt taken aback at this and he glared at me, who was standing behind Mrs Cole. I wondered what I had done as his expression suggested I had caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing. I realised then that he was listening in.
"Tom" Mrs Cole said "This is Amy" she introduced me. I smiled weakly at the handsome boy but his expression didn't change.
My head started to hurt then and there was a definite pain in my head just like a migraine which I had got several times before.
"Ow" I said, surprised, as I clutched my head.
"Amy, are you okay?" she asked. The boy, Tom, didn't move but Mrs Cole turned round to look at me.
"Yes-er-No" I said "I'm fine" I said "I've just got a headache" I explained "I think I'm going to bed now" I stumbled backwards and sat on the bed.
"Okay dear" Mrs Cole said warily glancing between me and Tom. "Goodnight Amy" she said before turning to Tom who was still standing outside the room who hadn't appeared to have moved since we found him. "Say Goodnight Tom" Mrs Cole said but Tom's lips pressed into a straight line and instead of saying anything he nodded at me. Mrs Cole sighed and shut the door it seemed that the nod was the best she would ever get out of Tom.
Once the door had shut my headache suddenly vanished strangely but nevertheless I still got undressed into the nightey under the tatty covers and laid down ready to go to sleep.
This bed was incredibly comfy even though it was quite scratchy. I snuggled down quickly as the bed, compared to living on the streets and sleeping on the hard floor, was like heaven.
I went to sleep quickly and to my surprise I started to dream. I hadn't dreamt in a long time and I had never used to like to either. My dreams were often replaying the worst bits of my life over and over when I used to have them when I was little.
This dream was different though. It was a strange dream, plagued by the young, handsome boy, I had seen. Tom. There was something strange about him. I didn't care though he had been abandoned, just like me...
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