"I'm sorry,but your husband has died of a heart attack while working." A man in a suit said to my mum.
"What?!" My mum replied and she went to her room. The man looked at me sadly and he walked off, closing the door behind him.
I went up a flight of stairs to my parents' room. "Mum?" I whispered and mum looked up at me from the pillow her face was in." Leave me alone." She replied. I nodded and went back to my room, running a hand through my shoulder- length jet black hair as I walked. I shut my bedroom door behind me.
I heard muffled sobbing sounds from my mother's room, which was across the hall from mine.
I stared into the mirror above the sink in the bathroom, and made sure that my bangs covered my right eye before I went out of the house. I walked over to my best friend's family's house, which was a few houses away from the one I shared with my mum. My parents let me go to my friends house, despite the fact that I was only 8.
I knocked on the door and my best friend, Angelina, opened it.
"Hi!" She greeted enthusiastically and let me into the house. When I didn't reply, she asked me," what's wrong?"
"My dad is dead." I replied and she stared at me, disbelief written all over her face. She then hugged me and whispered,"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."I said and hugged her back. We sat on the couch, unsure of what to say. After a while, Angelina broke the silence.
"I've been wanting to ask u this. Why do you hide your right eye under your bangs?" Angelina asked.
"That's a secret that only I and my parents know." I replied. I looked up at the clock on the wall and yelped," I'm late for dinner! See you later, Angelina!" And I ran off to my house.
When I walked in, it was eerily quiet. "Mum?" I said as I walked up the stairs. I opened her bedroom door and almost fainted. Mum was hanging from the ceiling with a rope around her neck. "Mum!" I yelled and ran over to her. I checked for her pulse but there was nothing.
"Oh no," I whispered and slumped down onto the floor, overwhelmed with sadness.
I thought of what I wanted to do and I made up my mind. I was going to run away. I then ran to a nearby park and soon I slept on a bench.
The next morning, I woke up and curled up in the bench, feeling helpless.'I'll most probably die' I thought to myself.
When it was nearing noon, an old voice startled me from my thoughts.
"Why are you alone? Where are your parents?" I looked up to see an old man sitting down beside me on the bench.
"They're gone," I replied softly. He looked at me, then said," I own an orphanage nearby, would you like to stay there?" I pondered over the question for a while, then nodded.
"Follow me." He said and he walked off. I ran to catch up with him and soon, we reached a building.
"Wammy's house,wait what?!" I yelled, causing the old man to jump.
"Is there a problem?" He asked kindly and I shook my head.
"There's no problem but my dad lived here last time," I said, thinking of what my father told me a few years ago. Intrigued, the old man asked," what is your dad's name?"
"Beyond Birthday," I replied.
"Oh." The old man murmured, slightly shocked.
"Let's go in, by the way I am Wammy." Wammy said to me.
"The name's Georgia," I said as we walked into the building.
Many people turned to look at me as I went in. I followed Wammy to a room." You will need to fill out these forms then u can stay here," Wammy said, holding up a piece of paper.