PROLOUGE
" And don't even think of coming out of this room. If I so much as su'pect you're out and about I'll skin ye alive!" the loud drunken voice declared in its British accent. The voice belonged to Nigel Planter, a large, cruel hearted keeper of children sent to the orphanage. The poor creature he was yelling at was one Lorelei Shrine. Her sad figure was lying silently on the dirty floor. Nigel turned and slammed the door on his way out. Lorelei picked her thin form of the ground and looked at herself in her cracked, smeared mirror. Looking back at her was a bronze skinned girl with slanted dark grey eyes with black specks that were framed with thick long eyelashes. Her hair was jet black and hung in stringy clumps. Her face was smeared with dirt and fresh blood from her recent beating. Her white t-shirt was ripped and now resembled gray and was stained with her blood instead its original color. Her striped skirt hung in tatters just covering her skinned knees. Socks that had as many holes that they really served no purpose only covered her poor feet. She would have been stunningly beautiful if her state wasn't so pathetic. Suddenly the poor girl let out a strange noise and ran to the to the toilet where she released her meager dinner. When she was finished she sat up clutching her freshly bruised stomach. Raising her hand to her throat, she pulled out a golden locket and opened it revealing an old dirty picture. "Oh mom, why did you have to died", she whispered as she let out a strangled sob. Loral's mother had been a philosopher and had taken her only child on a trip to London when she was 10. Her mother had been robbed and murdered while leaving a conference Since Lorelei had no living relatives and due to complications, she was thrown in a orphanage and had been there ever since.
Upon arriving at the house she saw the poor state she was to now live her life in until she reached eighteen. She and the other children where terrified of their caretaker. Her was extremely tall and beat the children almost daily. As of lately he'd been hurting just Lorelei. First he would try to advance on her sexually, but when turned down would began hitting her. Breaking from this morbid train of thought, Lorelei went and curled up on her pile of rags that served as her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Yes I know this chappie is short, but it's just an introduction. Please give me any feedback you have. Please no flames just r/r. Ta'