"Where did I end up last night?" I sat up, looking around this new room. It wasn't mine; that was all I knew.
"Time to get up, why do you not set your alarm like I tell you?!" I tried my hardest not to glare at the big ugly lady who barged into whoever's room I was in. I was just about to tell her she must have to wrong person, but then I noticed she was staring at me like she knew me. Well, why didn't I know her?
"What are you waiting for girl? Get out of bed, get dressed and come down for breakfast." Finally she left, sorry if I didn't feel like climbing out of bed naked in front of some stranger. There sure are some freaks in this world. I got out of bed, walked over to the one desk in the room. There was this nasty looking dress lying there, and as I looked around, I realized this seemed to be the only article of clothing in the room. Well aside from underwear and socks of course.
"Like, ew. I don't wanna wear this. Where are my clothes??" I looked everywhere, determined that my clothes I was in last night must be here somewhere. I mean, where else would they be?
"Damn, this is really freaky. Guess I'm doomed to the world of a fashion flop for today." I put on the clothes, making my way downstairs. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, as I looked into what I guess was the kitchen. Who were these people?
"It's about time, you sure don't move quickly. Here's your breakfast, now hurry and eat it." The nasty old ugly woman shoved a bowl of what must have been Russian prison camp gruel into my face, and when I tried to contain my morbid disgust of it, she just glared at me more. So I sat down, figured it had to be safer than her ripping me to shreds in the middle of the eating area. Talk about renovations after that.
"Tommy screw off!! Stop being such a brat!!"
"Stop crying like such a baby Manda, why don't you go cry to mommy? Oh that's right you're mom's dead!!"
"I hate you Tommy!!"
"Wah wah, where's your sucky bottle baby??" I was taken aback by the events transpiring right in front of me. My thoughts from just earlier arose again. Just who are these freaks?
"CHILDREN!! Shut up and eat your breakfast! Tommy, stop bothering Amanda. And Amanda, stop crying!! You know how much I hate children that cry!" I was sure the ugly old beast would have hit that kid, if it hadn't been for some older guy clear his throat and step up to her.
"Maybe if Tommy stopped harassing her, she wouldn't be so upset."
"You stay out of this! All of you just behave and stop causing trouble." I ate my bowl of gruel quietly, hoping no one would take any notice of me. I'd have to find someone to ask about this place, cause I have no idea about it.
"Ugh, I can't believe you did it again!!! Wisp where the hell is it??" I looked up and looked around, was she talking to me?
"Well don't just sit there you twerp give it back!!" I looked in the right direction just as a hand grabbed my shoulder.
"Hey ow!! What are you talking about?" I looked into the eyes of a girl, probably a few years older than me. Needless to say she looked very angry.
"Don't play dumb!! You know what I'm talking about!!"
"Wisp!! What did I tell you about taking Kaylee's things??" The nasty woman steered herself in my direction, as who I believed was Kaylee kept a firm grasp on my shoulder.
"I have no idea"
"Why do you persist in lying?!!"
"Look lady I don't even know who you are!! I don't know any of you!! So everyone just calm down and someone tell me where I am, and why I'm here!!" I ripped myself away from Kaylee, as everyone stared at me.
"Why are you always playing stupid mind games Wisp??"
"Yeah grow up." I looked in shock at everyone; they all seemed to be glaring at me something harsh. I backed away towards the stairs, as everyone seemed to forget about me and start yelling at each other again. I watched for a few minutes, amazed at the amount of hatred present in the room. What was wrong with these people? They're all crazy!! I decided it would be safest to go back to what seemed to be my room. I walked in, shutting the door. I looked around the room again, as I decided to explore the drawers in that dresser. I opened the top drawer, to find a few things. There was a tattered Bible, which I over passed immediately, a picture, and a set of keys. I picked up the picture. On the picture was a beautiful blonde woman. I figured she must have been about 22 maybe in the picture. I felt some attraction to her for some reason, whatever. I turned the picture over, and saw a name. "Emily O'Hare" The name didn't mean anything to me, but she still looked really
familiar. I put the picture back down, and picked up the set of keys. I had no idea what they were for. I guess one of them could be a house key, no idea about the others. Maybe a small lock? Eh, I thought they might turn out useful, so I put them in one of the pockets in my dress. I reluctantly picked up the Bible, if for no other reason than it was the only thing left. I sat on the bed and opened it up. Emily O'Hare, written on the inside cover. I figured this must belong to that woman in the picture. There was also an address listed underneath the name, and it was in Arizona. That suddenly made me wonder where I was. I looked out the window, but realized that was stupid. What was I expecting? Some sign to be sitting on the lawn, saying "Hello and welcome to ___"?? Right, not likely. I flipped through the rest of the book, but nothing else was there. There didn't even seem to be any dog eared pages. But at the very back, on the last page, there was another note. "Emily, it
will serve you best to forget your mistakes, and concentrate on asking for forgiveness." There was no name underneath it; the quote itself was so cold. But it did make me pick up the picture again, as I stared at the woman. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I looked in the small mirror on top of the dresser, looking at my own long blonde hair. I had the same blue eyes, the same face. This woman, Emily O'Hare, this must be my mother.
"Oh my god. She can't be anyone living here, there's no way" I got up and headed for the door, intent on finding out the meaning behind this. I ran down the stairs, into the over crowded kitchen.
"Hey, I need to talk to you." I nearly yelled at the old ugly woman, hoping maybe it would get her attention. She didn't seem to have much of it for me.
"What is it Wisp?" Her words came out like daggers, almost trying to stab me to death so she wouldn't have to talk to me.
Have I mentioned I think I'm overly dramatic?
"About my mother." She smirked, as she wiped her hands on her apron and walked out the door towards what looked like a living room.
"What do you want to know?"
"Is this her?" I produced the picture, and the woman nodded.
"Yes that's her. Who else would it be?! Now what do you want to know about her? That she was a drug addict? A drinker? That she slept around and didn't know who your father was? That she never got past grade ten? That she had you when she was only sixteen?" I could tell my jaw must have dropped practically to the floor, of course she only laughed.
"Well what were you expecting? Why else would you be here?!! We certainly did not ask for you."
"Okay right where is here? Where am I?"
"Fine if you want me to play along with your stupid game girl I will. Wilson's Home for Unwanted Children. More commonly known as Wilson House. But that's what you all are, unwanted!! You're all mistakes, and no one wants you. Are you happy now? I have to go back to my baking." She got up and waddled out of the room, leaving me sitting in shock and disbelief. This woman on the picture, this thing of absolutely beauty, she was that bad? I shook my head, knowing I was about to cry. I got up from the chair, taking a moment to think. I did not want go back through that kitchen, and I didn't feel like sitting in that room of mine upstairs, there was nothing there. So I left. Right out the front door, and no one cared. In fact they were probably happy. They didn't seem to like me anyways. So I just left, decided I might as well head for Arizona, find out what that address meant.
"Time to get up, why do you not set your alarm like I tell you?!" I tried my hardest not to glare at the big ugly lady who barged into whoever's room I was in. I was just about to tell her she must have to wrong person, but then I noticed she was staring at me like she knew me. Well, why didn't I know her?
"What are you waiting for girl? Get out of bed, get dressed and come down for breakfast." Finally she left, sorry if I didn't feel like climbing out of bed naked in front of some stranger. There sure are some freaks in this world. I got out of bed, walked over to the one desk in the room. There was this nasty looking dress lying there, and as I looked around, I realized this seemed to be the only article of clothing in the room. Well aside from underwear and socks of course.
"Like, ew. I don't wanna wear this. Where are my clothes??" I looked everywhere, determined that my clothes I was in last night must be here somewhere. I mean, where else would they be?
"Damn, this is really freaky. Guess I'm doomed to the world of a fashion flop for today." I put on the clothes, making my way downstairs. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, as I looked into what I guess was the kitchen. Who were these people?
"It's about time, you sure don't move quickly. Here's your breakfast, now hurry and eat it." The nasty old ugly woman shoved a bowl of what must have been Russian prison camp gruel into my face, and when I tried to contain my morbid disgust of it, she just glared at me more. So I sat down, figured it had to be safer than her ripping me to shreds in the middle of the eating area. Talk about renovations after that.
"Tommy screw off!! Stop being such a brat!!"
"Stop crying like such a baby Manda, why don't you go cry to mommy? Oh that's right you're mom's dead!!"
"I hate you Tommy!!"
"Wah wah, where's your sucky bottle baby??" I was taken aback by the events transpiring right in front of me. My thoughts from just earlier arose again. Just who are these freaks?
"CHILDREN!! Shut up and eat your breakfast! Tommy, stop bothering Amanda. And Amanda, stop crying!! You know how much I hate children that cry!" I was sure the ugly old beast would have hit that kid, if it hadn't been for some older guy clear his throat and step up to her.
"Maybe if Tommy stopped harassing her, she wouldn't be so upset."
"You stay out of this! All of you just behave and stop causing trouble." I ate my bowl of gruel quietly, hoping no one would take any notice of me. I'd have to find someone to ask about this place, cause I have no idea about it.
"Ugh, I can't believe you did it again!!! Wisp where the hell is it??" I looked up and looked around, was she talking to me?
"Well don't just sit there you twerp give it back!!" I looked in the right direction just as a hand grabbed my shoulder.
"Hey ow!! What are you talking about?" I looked into the eyes of a girl, probably a few years older than me. Needless to say she looked very angry.
"Don't play dumb!! You know what I'm talking about!!"
"Wisp!! What did I tell you about taking Kaylee's things??" The nasty woman steered herself in my direction, as who I believed was Kaylee kept a firm grasp on my shoulder.
"I have no idea"
"Why do you persist in lying?!!"
"Look lady I don't even know who you are!! I don't know any of you!! So everyone just calm down and someone tell me where I am, and why I'm here!!" I ripped myself away from Kaylee, as everyone stared at me.
"Why are you always playing stupid mind games Wisp??"
"Yeah grow up." I looked in shock at everyone; they all seemed to be glaring at me something harsh. I backed away towards the stairs, as everyone seemed to forget about me and start yelling at each other again. I watched for a few minutes, amazed at the amount of hatred present in the room. What was wrong with these people? They're all crazy!! I decided it would be safest to go back to what seemed to be my room. I walked in, shutting the door. I looked around the room again, as I decided to explore the drawers in that dresser. I opened the top drawer, to find a few things. There was a tattered Bible, which I over passed immediately, a picture, and a set of keys. I picked up the picture. On the picture was a beautiful blonde woman. I figured she must have been about 22 maybe in the picture. I felt some attraction to her for some reason, whatever. I turned the picture over, and saw a name. "Emily O'Hare" The name didn't mean anything to me, but she still looked really
familiar. I put the picture back down, and picked up the set of keys. I had no idea what they were for. I guess one of them could be a house key, no idea about the others. Maybe a small lock? Eh, I thought they might turn out useful, so I put them in one of the pockets in my dress. I reluctantly picked up the Bible, if for no other reason than it was the only thing left. I sat on the bed and opened it up. Emily O'Hare, written on the inside cover. I figured this must belong to that woman in the picture. There was also an address listed underneath the name, and it was in Arizona. That suddenly made me wonder where I was. I looked out the window, but realized that was stupid. What was I expecting? Some sign to be sitting on the lawn, saying "Hello and welcome to ___"?? Right, not likely. I flipped through the rest of the book, but nothing else was there. There didn't even seem to be any dog eared pages. But at the very back, on the last page, there was another note. "Emily, it
will serve you best to forget your mistakes, and concentrate on asking for forgiveness." There was no name underneath it; the quote itself was so cold. But it did make me pick up the picture again, as I stared at the woman. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I looked in the small mirror on top of the dresser, looking at my own long blonde hair. I had the same blue eyes, the same face. This woman, Emily O'Hare, this must be my mother.
"Oh my god. She can't be anyone living here, there's no way" I got up and headed for the door, intent on finding out the meaning behind this. I ran down the stairs, into the over crowded kitchen.
"Hey, I need to talk to you." I nearly yelled at the old ugly woman, hoping maybe it would get her attention. She didn't seem to have much of it for me.
"What is it Wisp?" Her words came out like daggers, almost trying to stab me to death so she wouldn't have to talk to me.
Have I mentioned I think I'm overly dramatic?
"About my mother." She smirked, as she wiped her hands on her apron and walked out the door towards what looked like a living room.
"What do you want to know?"
"Is this her?" I produced the picture, and the woman nodded.
"Yes that's her. Who else would it be?! Now what do you want to know about her? That she was a drug addict? A drinker? That she slept around and didn't know who your father was? That she never got past grade ten? That she had you when she was only sixteen?" I could tell my jaw must have dropped practically to the floor, of course she only laughed.
"Well what were you expecting? Why else would you be here?!! We certainly did not ask for you."
"Okay right where is here? Where am I?"
"Fine if you want me to play along with your stupid game girl I will. Wilson's Home for Unwanted Children. More commonly known as Wilson House. But that's what you all are, unwanted!! You're all mistakes, and no one wants you. Are you happy now? I have to go back to my baking." She got up and waddled out of the room, leaving me sitting in shock and disbelief. This woman on the picture, this thing of absolutely beauty, she was that bad? I shook my head, knowing I was about to cry. I got up from the chair, taking a moment to think. I did not want go back through that kitchen, and I didn't feel like sitting in that room of mine upstairs, there was nothing there. So I left. Right out the front door, and no one cared. In fact they were probably happy. They didn't seem to like me anyways. So I just left, decided I might as well head for Arizona, find out what that address meant.