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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter 1 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

"Krystal!" I heard my name being called from the other side of the door.

"Ugh ITS TOO EARLY!" I yelled not being able to stop my voice from cracking since I just woke up.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" asked the owner of the shrill voice as she kept pounding her fist on the ancient wooden door that looked like it could shatter to pieces.

Then I remembered who I was talking to. It was Agatha, the orphanage housekeeper. She is the most annoying person to walk the face of the earth, which by the way, she is still convinced is flat.

"Nothing, I didn't say anything," I responded loud enough for her to hear from the other side of the door.

"That's what I thought," she said with a sassy voice.

I carefully got up to avoid the dizziness that could come with standing up too quickly and stretched.

Being in this orphanage for a while, it's getting pretty easy to live with Agatha's irritating voice.

I never really liked it here, 6 years is way too long, but I'm still only 11 and I don't have any other place to go. 

My birthday was on the 27th of November, so months ago, but I didn't have a chance to celebrate it. That's not surprising to me though since no one around here cares about birthdays.

All they care about is getting enough food.

Usually, the only way to get more food is to do extra chores.

I hate doing the chores, I don't have the patience to keep scrubbing the same spot on the floor over and over again until it goes, and then the process repeats itself.

So I just do the minimum amount of chores and always end up with the least food at the dinner table, but I don't mind.

Whenever I feel hungry I just sneak out and lay in the garden. I rest there and let the warm rays of the sun keep me warm until the horrible feeling in my stomach passes.

Now I know what you're gonna say,

"if it feels so horrible then just do the extra chores."

Well if I do the chores then I will feel more tired therefore removing the satisfaction of having extra food. It's simple math if you ask me.

I took my time walking to the bathroom and with every step, the feeling of pins poking at my feet slowly started to disappear.

I finished brushing my teeth, changing into my work clothes and I ran down the stairs careful not to fall on my face like I hilariously did yesterday. That was so much fun. You would think that I got embarrassed since it was in front of everyone in this orphanage, all of them started laughing.

some were kind the laughs of my few friends who expected me to be clumsy that early in the morning, and others were the laughs of the girls who think they are better than everyone else.

And I definitely would never forget Agatha's disturbing cackling, she loves to see my day ruined for some reason.

It's always been like that, I don't understand what she has against me.

This orphanage wouldn't be half as bad as it is if she wasn't a part of it, I mean I was lucky enough to have been woken up with her on the other side of that door rather than with her standing over my bed with an ugly smirk plastered on her face and a scary look in her eyes a few months ago.

I was horrified.

that was the night she became my sleep paralysis demon... I'm not even kidding.

Anyway, I managed to get down the stairs safely and went to the kitchen to get a slice of stale bread for breakfast.

After I finished my breakfast I got the best idea, I'm gonna prank Agatha because... Why not. Time to go outside for the first time in 3 days. 

I quietly snuck out the back door of the orphanage, and on my way to the storage room, I saw an adorable Barn Owl with beautiful golden feathers carrying a cute little letter in its beak.

how odd, I never see owls around here.  I walked towards the owl, curiosity was getting the best of me. as I got to the branch the owl was standing on, I started to feel a stinging sensation behind my ear, it slowly started to burn more.

The owl was looking right at me, ready to fly away the second it felt danger coming its way, I pressed my hand against the spot where I felt the burn. all of a sudden, it started to get windier and the burning got more intense, clouds started to cover the sun, and then I started to reach for the letter.

as the wind started to get stronger, circling me like a tornado, my hair was becoming a mess, and I felt myself being pulled away from the owl.

It became unnaturally windy, and I felt a jolt of electricity pulse through me from behind my ear and the wind got even stronger. I let out a small scream doubting that anyone could hear me over the howling wind that came out of nowhere. 

my fingers were millimetres away from the letter when this weird purple thick line of lightning shot out of my hand and struck the letter I was so determined to get and set it on fire turning it into ash. I stumbled back shocked by what just happened and accidentally tripped on a twig, and it all stopped.

great, it isn't a normal day if I don't fall.

  It was like the wind was never there, and the owl flew away. The pain was gone, and the sun was shining. All that was left were strange tingles at my fingertips.

Did I do That?

Did...the owl...do...that?

Don't be stupid Krystal.

how could the owl have done that?

well, it makes more sense than me doing that.

  I got up slowly shaking off whatever it was that just happened, that was probably just my imagination. I looked around, I couldn't find the owl, and all the weird tingling feeling was gone. The burning behind my ear also stopped.

this makes no sense, maybe it was all in my head. doesn't hunger cause hallucination? Maybe the bread was way past the expiration date, it wouldn't be the first time.

No time to waste, on with the prank.

I walked to the storage room door, the events that just took place, still lingering in the back of my mind. I tried to open the door.

it's locked.

Crap I need the damn keys, how could I possibly forget such an important detail.

OK so, I have less time now, I gotta run get the keys and get the bottle of grease and spill it into the water being used to mop the floors. even though it's not me doing the mopping today, I'll make sure Agatha knows it was me who sent her the beautiful gift of a slippery floor for her to slip on. I just love being a pain in the ass. 

"Well well well what do we have here?" asked a weirdly high-pitched voice that I knew all too well.

"What do you want Amelia?" I asked with a glare.

Amelia is the worst, or I should say the second worst person in this orphanage Agatha remains unbeatable. this has been going on for almost 3 years now. She's always trying to get me in trouble because she's jealous that the guy she likes, Timothy, is nice to me, and we hang out a lot.

Now, I see how it could look to some people, but I should probably mention, Amelia is 15 and Timothy is 17, and I'm only 11.

Soo..... I don't know why she's so mad that he's my friend, and that he thinks of me as his little sister. He's protective of me, he was the first one to talk to me when I first got here. 6 years is a long time to know someone, long enough to consider each other as family.

"Oh nothing," she said faking a nice voice, "I just saw you walking to the storage room, and I wanted to see what you were up to."

"alright cut the crap Amelia," I said sternly losing my patience, "what do you want?"

I suddenly felt a sharp pain on the bottom right side of my stomach.

I cried in pain as it got worse and I felt more pressure as the stabbing feeling in my stomach got deeper. I brought my hand up to my stomach and felt a warm liquid trickling down my hand.

I looked down to see the blood over my hands and stomach, and a dagger being pushed into my stomach even more. my head was throbbing, and it felt as if millions of needles had exploded from the inside of my head.

I look back up at Amelia with tears falling from my eyes and looked at the other two girls standing behind her looking just as shocked as I knew I looked. I don't think they knew she was gonna do that.  

then she walked away, she just left me there with the dagger sticking out of my stomach.

how did she even get a dagger? you'd think she would just get a kitchen knife or something, but noooo, Amelia always has to be fancy, a kitchen knife is just not good enough for her.

Oh my god shut up Krystal there is no time for this. 

I have to get inside, just stay calm.

I slowly started to walk towards the door coughing out my blood which left a metallic taste in my mouth.

I tried to call for help, but I couldn't get any words out, the words kept getting caught in my throat, I can't speak loudly. I felt like I was suffocating, but I could still breathe.

I fell to my knees feeling dizzy and took a deep breath in.

Krystal, you're gonna die anyway so just take out the dagger.

it'll make it hurt less...right?

on 3

"1" I whispered with a shaky voice.

"2" one tear slipped down my cheek.

"3" I took one last deep breath ignoring the stab wound that began throbbing.

I let out sobs and screams as I pulled the dagger out, and fell to my side.

As I started to bleed out, I looked up at the sky waiting to slip away, and for all feeling of discomfort and agony to go, wondering how someone could even do something like that. It makes no sense, we're all just kids. what if Agatha put her up to this. I wouldn't doubt it.

my eyes began to water and endless tears started to fall out of my eyes.

I don't wanna die, I haven't gotten out of this place yet. I don't wanna die here, near this stupid orphanage.

more and more tears were falling out as I began to lose consciousness, and the sky started spinning in circles making me nauseous.  

The last thing I remember is seeing this tall man with long black hair, and a beard picking me up.

"oh dear what's happened to you?," he sounds friendly, doesn't matter though because I can't run anyway.

"Better get you out of here and to the hospital wing back at-"

then it all went black

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