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Rated: E · Short Story · Drama · #1643856
Its amazing how everything you ever had can be taken from you in just a blink. . .
Its amazing how everything you have ever had can be taken from you in just a blink of an eye, with just one stupid mistake everything can disappear. Now i was on my own, i had lost everything and left to suffer alone. My heart felt ripped beyond repair. Maybe if i closed my eyes and reopened them i would find that this all was just a terrifying nightmare, i shut my eyes and counted to three. One. . .    Two. . .    Three. . . ↲

I reopened my eyes to find myself disappointed, it was real this was no nightmare, no illusion, no sick joke just the cruel and bitter reality the cool rain beated down onto my fragile body, my hair drenched and my clothes soaked through but i paid little attention to the cold, wet weather. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, everything that ever had was gone forever. Lately i kept getting told to think of the happy memories and not the sad ones, happy memories can out shine the sad ones they continued to tell me. Like hell did they. I wanted to cry, to scream until my lungs burst but i couldnt bring myself to do either. Although my face appeared emotionless, i felt so much hurt that it was almost impossible to believe such pain existed.↲



Suddenly i heard my name come from indoors, reluctantly i slowly rose from the ground that i was sitting upon. Walking back into the now empty am lifeless house i closed the backdoor behind me. I picked up the cardboard box filled with my belongings, took one last look around the house and then followed the lady, who had called my name before, outside to where my taxi awaited. She held open the door whilst i climbed in without a word, she slammed it shut and the taxi drove off. I gazed out of the window at what used to be my life, i watched as i took one last look at the things i would be leaving behind. My old house, the laughs of the neighbourhood children who ran for shelter to escape from the increasingly heavy rain,  the old man who had walked his dog around midday everyday for the last sixteen years and the old, battered telephone box that noone ever used. All these little things i would miss and all these little things i would most probably never see again. I was meant to be in for a short drive but the minutes felt like hours, i knew time would go slower then ever now but what could i do about it. After which felt like an endless drive i arrived at which i supposed was my new home, if you could call it that. I followed the lady, i hadnt paid attention to her name, to the rather large and plain looking building with the word 'orphanage' written in gold letters on a small, black, rectangular sign near the door. I stared at the word, i guess thats what i was now an orphan.

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