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"Such a pity..."Words were whispered as many eyes stared at a small, broken figure. It shook with sobs, soft, broken whimpers escaping parted, pale lips.
"Poor thing..."Another voice said, a hand darting out to ruffle dirty, rough brown locks. Brown eyes filled with sadness were raised, tears still escaping them as only a muffled, weak whisper was what left their owner.
"Where's my mommy?"
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The morning sun's first rays seeped into a small, dirty room. Big, brown eyes fluttered open as a quiet whimper escaped soft, pink lips.
Silence was all that enveloped the owner of those wide, innocent eyes. Not even the thrills of early birds broke the void she heard.
How could they, when even the roaring of the many cars passing by were never heard by her?
Such a pity.
Many people had said on that faithful day, years ago. Simple words, filled with false emotions of pity and sorrow.
It was a pity how her mother had left, how she had gone deaf, how her father died not much later. So many things to pity about her, to feel sorry for here.
But those people never truly cared, they only pretended to be interested in her. Oh, how cruel they had been to her.
Hope, that should have been sweet as honey, had always turned bitter to her once they were told that she would never gain her hearing back, even if she believed she would.
But then, one day, someone had taken her home. Picked up her broken pieces, mending her, saying he would never hurt her.
When she broke again, it hurt more than before.
Thrust is nothing but something dumb you wish to feel, so is safety..
Sluggishly, the girl walked downstairs. She let out a quite whimper as her sore hand clutched the railing. Although the pain was numbed by the painkillers she took every morning, the dull throb still appeared whenever she moved.
Many times, she wished she was able to here so she would know when she would be in danger. Even now, as she saw his lips curl into a distorted smirk, she words shouted by him too quick for her to read what meant, she wanted to hear those words.
One, most certainly, was her name.
Bella.
Or maybe Izzy. She couldn't quite remember what her real name had been. Although vaguely, she could recall her mother calling her Bella, she wasn't sure anymore. Isa, Bells... They were all nicknames that used to have a meaning, just like the first one...
But now, they were merely empty promises of a past never coming back.
A harsh slap had pulled the girl out of her thoughts, the sting of it causing tears to fall. Her chin was grabbed and she was forced to stare at pale lips that still held a small, dishonest smile.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, will you?"The words now, uttered slowly, were registered by the girl. She nodded a little, her eyes narrowed as she focused on understanding what she was going to be told next. "Pack your stuff, you're leaving."
Those words...
Bella was scared of them. Even if she felt so much pain here, in this house she had once called home, she was terrified of leaving.
She had nowhere to go, and she knew it.
Yet merely an hour later, despite her desperate begging, her cries and screams of pure agony, she was walking on the street slowly, her steps unsure. She was alone here in the big world she used to admire.
She was already eighteen, meaning that the so called kind and sweet caretakers of the orphanage would have just laughed at her if she went there...
She had no family, no friends...
She was scared, lonely...and now, as time passed on the freezing streets, cold.