chapter 3

          Now James and I are off to an orphanage. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m scared, mad and everything else you can think of.  It’s going to take a few nights to get there.

          It was a little nice to get away from that town. James and I both are very scared right now. I don’t think he knew that this would ever happen to him.

          The adults there start to ask questions like they don’t trust us. They start with one of the worse questions they could have asked.

          "Why you headin' to the orphanage?" We lie. I told them that our parents couldnt afford us anymore. That they just left us to die on the side of the rode. The questions didnt stop. They sounded drunk. That was what scared me the most.

 

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            We arrive at the orphanage around midnight. We are tired, dirty and scared. The people in mothers in charge notice on how scared we are.

          "Ah you poor children," was all they said as they took us up and give us a bath and a bed.

          That morning they gave us the rules, are share of the chores and curfew. The biggest rule was that children who live in the same house must not date each other. I think we went to some catholic orphanage. James and I just look at each other. The owner saw us and gave us a look. She introduces herself as Ms.Pedigrew. She was a nice lady, but she was very old.
          All I wanted to do was yell “I want to go home. I want my Mom ,Dad, yes and even my annoying brother. But I didn’t. I was able to control myself.

 

 

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          It has been about a few months since we came. James still hasn’t gotten over his parents death. I can’t complain it took me forever to get over it. The only problem was that I wasn’t even close to being over it.  James and I don’t really talk anymore. I honestly think he is still in shock over the whole thing. He is always saying he is feeling better, but I no otherwise. He is just a hurt boy. I really don’t think it has registered in his mind that his parents are gone and we are here.

          I walk around like a zombie. Every time I make a new friend I awake and always find the same thing. They always end up missing. The bodies are never found. I find it unnerving that I am so confused. The adults here try to talk to me, but they don’t help. No one can help because of everything James and I have experienced. But we try and live on as if it never happened.

          Today I forgot to do one of my chores and the moms there just blew off the roof.  I am not the only kid who forgets to do chores, but for some reason all the moms hate me. I haven’t figured out why. They just blew off the wall. Being used to this I just nod and say I’m sorry over and over again. They think I’m lying that I’m not sorry so they slap me in the mouth, send me to bed without dinner and that was final.

          That night I laid in my bed, wide awake when there was a soft knock. I go up and answer the door, quietly; because if they find out I’m awake I am dead. As I went to answer the door, the floor creaked. I pause, but still go on. The door swings open very slowly. To my surprise it was James.

          “Are you ok? I heard every word they said and then I heard a slap,” his voices told me he was very concerned. I just look at him speechless.

           “I’m fine,” but that was a lie the truth it that I’m not fine. I want to go home. I want a normal life that I will never have. He knows that and I know that, but you know I gave up trying a long time ago. I say good night and he walks away. I’m done playing games.

          I didn’t sleep at all, so I thought, but when I woke up I found blood on my bed spread. I try to figure out what had happen last night. It all came to me. The minute i got up and walked out. All the kids, my family, James family I killed them all. I see everything so clear. I now see the monster I truley am. All those night i woke up dead tired.

         I thought of how the bodies disapear and come to think of it. The image i see kinda looks like James. In some kind of weird animal way. I run down the stairs to find the animal in the kitchen.

         "James? Is that you?" my own voice was quivering. The thing looks up and nodded. I almost started to cry when i saw him.

Author's Note

ignore grammer