The officers were unwilling to allow me to stay with Noah and his family. Sooner or later child service came and took me away. Wanted to make me go home. The got me to the front step, and when my father saw me, he became a mad man and tried to kill me. Seeing how my father wanted to end me, people went inside after cuffing him and putting him in a vehicle the officers walked inside. Less than an hour later a van arrived carrying out a bag the size of a human body it was empty when the officers carried it in but when they carried it out it was obvious what was inside. I refused to admit it, but it was true. With my father arrested and my mother deceased. No immediate family and no place to go at the age of eight my life was in the hands of others.
At the orphanage, all I could do was wait for someone to come. Maybe that family will save me from staying here for long. The bed that I was sitting on had an occupant a young girl a few years older than me. She was kind, but apparently, she just came of age. The age where you are no longer a responsibility of the church nor the orphanage which is 14, so she was told to pack what little she had. Given a small meal before she left she hugged a few of the other orphans and went with what little she had. Sitting on the twin sized bed, you can tell that there were many previous occupants. The coils of the mattress already given out and no longer hold up anybody. It would be more comfortable to sleep on the floor than on the bed. The mattress was lumpy and also stabbed you if you didn't sit nor lay down correctly. If anything it hurt when you wound up sitting a sharped edged spring which sometimes stuck through the cloth that makes up part of the mattress. Flipping the mattress over there were a few holes, but it was less of a hazard to get pricked by the sharp springs. By all means, it's not as good as new it was still lumpy and uncomfortable; it was only a bit better. Grabbing a cloth, I covered the mattress hiding the holes and sat down. Next, to my bed, there is a window its nothing much, but it at least allowed me to look upon the courtyard. Outside I saw nothing but grey, and it was grey for a while longer.
__________Three day's later_________
Sitting on the bed, I felt tired and worn out the doctors keep coming to check on us children and call us merchandise. Needles would be stabbed into our arms forcefully. And they would inject some unknown substances into our arms. They claimed it was a vaccine, but with how constant they do it I don't believe it was such. Some of the children I reside with were once part of prestigious families but were sold to keep the family wealth for themselves. The child sold, and they get the riches the children were never in line for succession, so they were nothing but worthless pawns. Even though they were sold off, they still knew the practical knowledge of the world. Hearing children stories and learning about the fact that magic exists is something fascinating. Although magic is rare if you can use magic you automatically become part of a prestigious family.
The family that planned on taking me in never got me because the church was charging too much to take me in. They had to give up or so they claimed, but in all actuality, the husband didn't want me. The look in his eye's said all that I needed to know. Although he was kind to me in front of his wife and son as soon as they left the room he told me not to get involved and never become part of his family. I had no say whether or not I got to be part of his family. I didn't fight back nor did I beg to remain and become his family. So giving up to the lies and everything else his wife gave up and dragged their son away from me. That was the day after I came to become an occupant an "Orphan." That word is growing like a curse. Children with families would throw rocks at us claiming that because we had no family, we didn't matter a family though to me is like a curse. One avoided, and another abused me. Family is nothing but the opposite of perfect. I'd much rather be covered in cuts and injected all day then beaten to the point of vomiting blood and wondering if that day would be my last. A family is not of love but necessity. Most if not all of us abandoned by the supposed family that we didn't have. Looking at the children with loving parents left us all with voids in our soul's. Where was our love? Where was the devotion to family? Why us?
Slowly one by one some children died their bodies burning up like a flame with fevers. I was the only one that was healthy for a while, but when the children were burning with a fever the doctors kept claiming that it cannot be a failure. That they will succeed and about how some show signs of it working. One by one the children dropped like fly's. With how many of the orphans died the Orphanage closed down and the doctors were forced to leave. This was two months after I came to be a part of the orphanage.