Has it really been ten years?

It feels like only yesterday. My parents were getting ready for an important business meeting. They promised they'd be home before 10 Pm; they always came home right when they said they'd be there. However; on that day, they never came home. I remember the phone ringing.., and the housekeeper bursting into tears. I later found out my parents were in a terrible accident. They both died at the scene. From what I was told, a drunk driver had crashed into them on the road.

I never did see the car again; I sometimes wonder what was done with it. It was probably horribly damaged. I didn't have any family members I could stay with, so I ended up in an Orphanage. The children were so noisy and rambunctious. Screaming, crying and sometimes laughing. I hated them, I still do. I was the youngest Child there yet, I found their behaviours highly immature. I honestly wished they'd get some sort of punishment for their actions. Though it never happened, we were all ignored; the only time the adults spoke to us was when food was ready or when it was time for bed.

They had absolutely no interest in caring for us. They only wanted their pay checks at the end of the week. "Easy money" ….that's what they'd call us. Back then I didn't understand, but now it makes me loath them even more.

As time went by children, one after the other, were adopted. They had such immense joy in their eyes when they left with their new parents. It was sickeningly sweet. How could you be happy replacing the people that gave birth, cherished and loved you with all their hearts?

I never understood.

I was almost adopted a few times, however I didn't cooperate, I hated the orphanage but I hated the thought of leaving my parents behind even more.

Children came and went, but I always remained. I was alone, but I was fine with that. I don't need anyone else, I really don't.

Even now, after ten years I'm still in this orphanage but it won't be for too much longer. Once I turn eighteen I have the right to leave and live on my own. It was only a year. I could handle one more year of torture.

"Rin! You better start dusting these filthy shelves or you won't get supper!" a crooked voice called from the other room. These workers were always so lazy. How they got hired was beyond me.

"Yes mam." I replied, closing a book I had been contently reading. It was nice while it lasted. I quickly entered the other room, meeting face to face with the woman whom had called me. Her gray hues were like daggers piercing into me.

"You're such a slacker" she hissed. "You're seventeen; you should have been adopted by now. You know it's too late right? Who in their right mind would adopt a teenager!" she grunted and huffed. With her round body and the sounds she was making, she reminded me of a potbellied Pig. Wait-no…that's rude of me. The pigs are much cuter than her.

"I know this well, miss. I plan on leaving once I turn eighteen. I'll be out of everyone's hair by then" I sighed, taking one of the dusters that were set in the room.

"Excuses, excuses. You won't get anywhere either way. My guess is that you'll be working the corners once you're out. This place is your only protection. You know nothing about the outside world.

"Hehehe" I couldn't help letting out a sneer, this woman was distasteful in more ways than one. She didn't know what the future held for me, I didn't even know. She could judge and curse all she wanted. I wouldn't listen.

"Oh, my!~ w-welcome.. We weren't expecting guests"

The voice of another worker's cheerful voice could be heard from down the hall. It was strange, we never got guests. Unless parents were coming to see the children. However as of now, there weren't any. Well, besides me. Obviously they'd want a very young child.

"Who could that be?" the potbellied woman questioned, hurriedly exiting the room. I debated following her, though I knew I'd be reprimanded for it later. I simply stood in the hall, trying to listen in.

Unfortunately I could only hear murmurs. I knew one thing for sure though, the visitor was a man. Extremely rare. I couldn't help wondering what he wanted.

Well, I guess it wasn't really any of my business. He'd be gone soon enough. Then the wicked witches would go back to shrieking at me for pointless things. Oh the joys of life.

"Rin, dear. Can you come out here for a moment…please?"

Okay, that was cringe worthy. Did miss potbelly just call me 'Dear' something was more than up?

"I don't know, these shelves are still pretty dirty, and you said if I didn't have them dusted in time I wouldn't eat tonight so…it's hard to say" I replied back in a voice louder than needed. Her face was probably priceless, she hated nothing more than to be embarrassed in front of strangers.

"Awe, now, now. Don't worry about that! Come here"

"Well, if you insist!" with that, I walked along the hall, towards the front room. Though I stopped dead in my tracks before fully entering. With the two workers stood a tall, slender, man. He gave of a weird feel but what was most surprising was his hair. It was extremely long…not to mention it was a grayish white. I had never seen anyone like him before. Was he real?

"Come in, this young man wants to meet you" potbelly cooed. It was more than creepy. I preferred her bitchiness compared to her fake friendliness.

I walked in, standing close to the front desk. I was able to see the strangers face up close now; I was a bit alarmed to see his eyes were a goldish color. Were those natural?...no…they had to be coloured contacts. That was a huge trend nowadays right?

"So… this is the girl" the man spoke in an emotionless voice. His hues locked with mine causing me to feel a bit nervous. I wanted to turn away, but something held my gaze. It was unexplainable.

"Yes, sadly she's the only child left. We understand that she's not what you're looking for. We've recently been told that six more children shall be arriving here in the next couple weeks. If you'd like you can check in again later"

The stranger slowly turned his head to look at the other. He didn't seem like he was in a very good mood. "It's unprofessional to assume such things. You have no clue what I'm interested in."

Potbelly gulped before bowing in an apologetic way. "I-I'm deeply sorry, you're right"

"Then, I'll be taking this girl now" I had no idea what the hell was going on. All I knew was that I was suddenly being dragged towards the door by a man I had only met two minutes ago.

"Wait! You can't do that, it takes some time before you can bring the child home with you. You have to deal with tons of paperwork and whatnot. You're being far too hasty." For once I agreed with her. I did not like this one bit. I didn't even know this man's name, and yet he's trying to take me to who knows where?

This was far too sketchy for my liking.

"I believe I said I'd be taking her, I'll do whatever paperwork needs to be done later"

"But-"

"Goodbye"

Was this seriously happening to me?

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