I'm a quiet person. I know it's true. I can't help if I'm quiet. I want to be loud, and be happy—why do I have to be scared? Since I know I'm scared, you'd think it'd be east to stop it, right? Well, it's easy to say that now, but when the nerves kick in, I'm sure it'll be that easy. It's simply easier this way, if I'm alone I don't have to burden anyone and I don't have to be afraid anymore. So… I'll just stay locked up, unless it's absolutely necessary for me to leave. Like I said, easier said than done.
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"This girl… has been through a lot. Poor kid," The officer put gave the files to the doctor, who re-read the files over. The officer sighed, going over what he read through his head.
"Yeah, well, an escort is supposed to come and take her to an orphanage—Whammy's house, was it? Should be here soon," Said the other man with a serious face. "Apparently, she is a genius, and is going to a gifted orphanage. But poor kid, looks like shes going to piss her pants," He looked at her with sympathetic eyes, but didn't go anywhere near her.
She stared right at the officer who was staring back at her. He had look of pity on his face, and she wondered why. She wanted nothing more than to ask the man why he would stare at her that way, with a look so foreign, an emotion she had only seen once, for a small moment she was hardly even sure if that was the same look. She wanted to ask, but couldn't. Her mouth was clamped tight, her throat dry and her limbs shaking as though they were holding a two hundred pound wrestler. She wondered if this was all just a dream, and she was almost positive it was. She would wake up in no time, and the small glimmer of hope she had would be shattered and become irreparable. But it already is…
She didn't have anywhere to go; she had no idea why she was still here. Wouldn't they take me to another orphanage? She had been in the hospital room for a little over a day, and it had been a frightful experience, all she wished was to leave. She recalled several all that happened in the past day and wasn't sure if she was happy or not. Relived? Yes. Scared? Yes.
She held her journal to her chest, and peered out the window. Children's Memorial Hospital. She recalled coming here a few times with her mom, who was getting monthly ultrasounds on her baby. She flinched slightly at the memories, and concentrated on the rainy weather outside. It was unusually rainy and wet outside. It was fall time, and all she wished was to step outside, into the fresh air, and step into the squishy leaves, something she hadn't done for over nine years.
Her mind drifted over to what happened when she was first brought here. There was an officer next to her the whole time. He was a nice looking man, with slightly curly brown hair and green puppy-looking eyes. He looked to be in his mid thirties, though he looked sick with his pale skin and his slightly slouchy posture. Despite how sick and tired he looked, he still had a warm spark in his eyes, and she knew she could trust him. When they went into the room, one of the nurses came in, and escorted the officer out. The young girl started shaking and looked as though she would die of fright at any moment. But it all was pushed too far with the nurse had all but tapped her on the shoulder. All she remembered was loud screams, a prick in her wrist, and then she passed out. That was the only time the nurses went in the room. Unless to drop off food, which they put by the door to let her get herself. She didn't eat it of course, but the nurses said nothing, only tsk'ed then left.
The door opened then closed, and the scared girl took her eyes away from the window. By the doorway was an old looking man who looked… Japanese? He had grey-white hair and a smile on his face that reached his eyes, which somehow… twinkled? He wore a black suit that looked expensive, and the girl wondered if this man had adopted her. Surely he was too old. Next to him was the officer. Officer Kreg. He smiled and said, "Eris, this man is going to take you to an orphanage called Whammy's House. You can trust him,"
The older man walked towards the girl known as Eris, who flinched at each step he took closer. She was trying her very hardest not to scream in fright, despite what Officer Kreg said, she was still scared. "Eris, I am here to escort you to Whammy's House. I am Watari," He smiled.
She nodded, and clutched her journal closer to her chest, waiting for him to say anything else. "I understand you were given a test, which had proven you IQ to be higher than average. Whammy's House is an orphanage for gifted children who are smarter than the average person." With this said, Eris nodded, though he probably though it was just her shaking still. She thought about it, and remembered just how hard the test was for her. She wouldn't be lying if she said she thought really hard for the whole process. It made her wonder how she would get by at a place like that. The thought made her grimace.
"… And we shall be leaving now, if you are ready. I will be waiting outside the room," And with that, he and the officer left.
Eris thought things over and sighed. She stood up from the hospital bed and picked up her book-bag, and held onto her journal for dear life. She looked out the window once more, Can I finally go outside?
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As they stepped off the privet plane, Eris saw yet another limo, obviously for them. They were in England now, and Eris was pondering over a new name. As Watari had told her, she needed an alias. She liked her name a lot. It was the name her parents gave her, and she will always remember it that way... But that didn't mean she could go without an alias. She thought a while, and looked out the window as she did. She had her journal next to her on the black leather seats, but still made sure that she could still feel it resting by her thigh.
"Echo,"
The one word did just that, as the vibrations bounced off the walls of the quiet car. Watari would admit he jumped at the sound of her voice. He didn't expect her to talk for a while. "Hmm?"
"Echo," she repeated, "My name is Echo,"
Watari smiled, and stared ahead. Nothing else said for the rest of the car ride.
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The young child's innocent laughter blended in with the sharp autumn winds that blew. Her parents smiled, resting on the park bench, watching her slowly tire out. The young girl walked up to her parents and laid her head on the bench. They all sat there, enjoying the crisp fall breeze. Fall was almost over, and winter was well on its way. Weather getting colder and colder as the days passed by.
The man picked up his daughter, who smiled slightly, pretending to be asleep. The woman waddled over to the man, her husband. "James, she's kicking," She wrapped her hand around her bulging belly and smiled, "My baby…"
The man known as James smiled, "Just two more months, Laya. Our baby…"
When the family arrived at their small home, Laya had sat on the couch while James brought his supposedly sleeping daughter to her room. He kissed her forehead and tucked her in. As soon as he closed the door, she peaked open an eye, and jumped out of bed.
Now, she thought, I can play for hours while they think I'm asleep. She grinned and went to her toy chest.
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A/N- Aaaannd that concludes chapter one! Woo, 1381 words. I'm not sure if this is a lot or not.
If you're reading this, then give me some feedback, yeah? Tell me what you like, what you don't. Was the chapter length short or too long? Any kind of feedback would be great. I know I'm not the best writer, but I want to get better, and I can't too that on my own, can I? :)
This is just an introductory chapter. And I just got back into writing, so I may be little rusty (sucky) for now! I'm still not sure if my OC should be with someone or not…
As for the story in general, I have no idea what I'm really doing, and that probably isn't a good thing… But I'll just improvise:D
Music I listened to while writing: I Will Follow You Into The Dark :Death Cab for Cutie, and Nuvole Bianche :Ludovico Einaudi.
Anyways, that concludes chapter one of Silent Echo. I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading it:) If you have time, please review.
