CHAPTER THREE : Sister Olivia

The sisters were calling her name out loud, but as usual, there was no answer

"I'm tired of her games, she's just playing around, always hiding !" the younger nun had said while groaning quietly.

Sister Janet, the responsible nun running the orphanage fell silent for a moment, she finally sighed slowly closing her blue green-ish eyes, she then rested her facial expression and looked towards Olivia with empathy

"It's hard for her to cope with others too, maybe trying to fathom what she's going through could help you calmly"

"How come for her not to cope? Everyone here went through the same, they were all abandoned"

" She was not abandoned Olivia, the police found her laying on the ground in the arms of her dead mother, dead, The police estimated that she has been that way for over two days until some neighbors recognized the whining then called the police, which three of them were traumatized by the scene and the rest barely even talked about it ever since!!"

"And you know this how?" Said the youngest with a mocking tone.

Sister Janet pulled her hand from Olivia's gently as she was helping her walk down the stairs, life has been sucking out all of sister Janet's strength leaving her feeble, lacking every single bit of power that she totally lost her privacy as she was weakened, unable to accomplish anything on her own. All of it came back to make her soul even more vulnerable when she nearly tripped on the stairs, she then responded to Olivia with an infirm still peaceful tone

"I have my ways"

"Well, why don't you use those skills of yours on finding our missing girl and I shall get back to I prays"

Sister Janet's mind never rested about the little Alina, she felt bad every time their bell ringed, meaning another orphan is joining the church, and every single time, she hoped prayed it would be the last time, the church was sheltering them from the streets, still, they couldn't inoculate them from the muddling thoughts hunting their Minds, something eerie inside briefed her it was Alina's case.

What they didn't know of is that they weren't alone, a small ball wrapped in bed sheets is what it appeared like, underneath there was a smaller body shivering not only because of the cold breeze entering from the giant window down the hallway but more of the numbing feelings coming from the inside, she couldn't comprehend it, why it all happened and why did it happen and more importantly how did it happen so fast, she was still trembling to all those thoughts. All she could hear was the police sirens, her head twist over those blue and red lights that blinded her eyes, as she was being dragged inside a police car she closed her eyes shut, now she blinked twice to make sure she wasn't in a real car, she wasn't. Alina, as horrified as she was, she had that same disdainful look she given officers in the interrogation room. She wondered why the stars were dazzling up in the sky, why the world didn't stop, her life just turned upside down to what seemed to ever get better, she felt a tremendous scream needing to escape, she was suffocated when swallowing it; hoping everything would go back to her mundane life after a good night sleep. Although she knew it was her new reality, that didn't stop her from hoping it all was a bad dream, a bad nightmare.

Hope is not enough to stop the wheel from spinning, hope was never enough. The poor innocent child had learned it the hard way.