Envy.
By:
OnceUponACurse
My name is R.
No last name, and not
really even a first.
I never really had a family, no one would
care for a child like me.
As soon as I was about ten years
old...the orphanage gave up on kids like me. We were cast into the
streets, telling us to fend for ourselves.
Most of my friends died
right away, why were people so cruel that they would knowingly let
us die?
Years had passed, years of suffering and death, it hurt us
so very much.
I was grown up, about fourteen now, I say about
because I wasn't sure of my age.
After the fire, the doctors had tried to look up my information, but alas, due to paperwork...I didn't even exist.
I walked aimlessly around the streets of
the new bording orphanage.
All of the other orphans turned their
heads as I passed, I didn't blame them.
The fires from long ago
had burned my face and my hands, bandages now covered the tightly so
that it would not slip off.
I wore a single dark blue hoodie, it's
hood was long enough to cover my hideous face.
Hiding the scars
more ugly than anything in the world. My scars led to hatred, and
isolation...I hated and was hated by people who I have never
even met.
"Good Morning," I greeted in vain, nobody answered.
The government sent money to take care of kids, such
as myself, money that would fund everything such as what we wore,
ate, and where we slept. They tried to compensate fo all the years of
pain and agony, hushing us up with a place to stay and money for what
we needed.
They didn't really
care, they don't know what we
the really people needed.
We were isolated from real people, and
put into dorms in a school that was in the middle of nowhere.
If
they really cared about us, why would they shun us away?
People will always prove to disappoint, never living to what they say.
I
was always alone at school.
People, even in a school so far away
fell in love.
Me, I was always alone, nobody wanted a freak like
me.
Why were people hated for the outward appearence, why?
Meal
times, projects, my dorm, activities, alone, alone, alone, alone,
alone!
A couple hand in hand, jelousy, envy, want, and need.
I wanted a person's attention, needed it.
Even if it was only just a little, I wanted it, craved
it.
They
often gave me a hard time.
I was top of the class, though I barely
paid any attention.
They
kicked me, spat at me, an often even...burned me.
"Please..."
I pled with them, but I knew they wouldn't stop, it was pointless and
a waste of breath.
The teacher looked away, not taking any part of
it, but he grinned
as if he approved.
I hastily retreated to my lonesome and empty
dorm. The peeling wallpaper smelled of moldSP, black adorned the
walls. The curtains a dark color as well was almost relaxing to
see.
It felt nice and comfortable, the same demeanor, the same
feeling as always. There, I would have sat there alone for hours on
end, I thought in silence, isolated from the others, all by
myself.
I would gain money in the future to hire a plastic surgeon. Go immediately into college and start a new life.
Though...
What I really
wanted...was someone to name me.
Someone who would acknowledge my
existence, someone who would give me a real
name. I would find out who my parents were and why I was left all
alone, find someone that could help me...
help me...
"Someone
please help..." I
choked,SP"anybody..."
My
dark hair covered my face as a silver droplet slid down my bandaged
cheek.
A small knock on my door instantly stopped my crying.
"R!"
A shrill voice yelled, "You have a roommate, whether you like it
or not!"
"A roommate?" I sniffed, "why would I
have a roommate?"
A swipe with my dark sleeve and my tears
were wiped, the door opened.
Gold, was the first to describe this
beautiful person, then it was the blue of the eyes.
It was a boy,
fair skinned and most possibly about my age.
"Ah 'ello, my name is Sycral." He smiled gently, "nice to meet you."
"Ah...umm..." My mouth was dry, what
would I say to this angelic person?
"R! Youmust show this
young man what we do around here and make sure to teach him the
whereabouts of this place!" With those words the door slammed
behind the child.
"I guess ve vill be roommates huh?" He
looked away from me, probably disgusted with how I appeared.
"Yes,
I'm sorry about this..." I too, looked away, my face hidden by
my hair, "you can go ask to chang rooms..."
He looked
blankly at me, "I see..."
My bony finger pointed
toward the door, it shivered. "Why don't you go ask them right
now? It'd be easier and it wouldn't be a hassle..." The tears
started once again, "please
just go now..."
It
would be easier if he just left, he should choose someone
else.
Without a word he sat beside me. His radience made me envy,
his eyes drowned me out, his smile made me warm. "Please stop
crying...I won't leave."
His head rested upon my shoulder,
his whisper tickled my ear, "I
won't leave."
They wouldn't stop...why wouldn't the tears...stop?
To Be Continued...