Suddenly, instantly, my breath was taken away, very literally. I still wanted to ask them about the world, however I had chosen not to because there was no point in doing so. I doubt they'd want me to know. Who even was I?
I was thinking all of this whilst simultaneously choking because there was no air, however I immediately regained my ability to breathe a second later. There was a blinding light, it felt warm, it was the sun. I missed the sun a little, the space I floated in didn't have any real light. It was just… space. I missed feeling things, my sensory neurons were *buzzing* with life, and it felt wonderful. I opened my eyes to light, beautiful sunlight, as I lay on the roof of the orphanage, the place I used to have to sleep because the other kids hated me.
I know that pretty privilege exists, however being pretty in an orphanage means that the other kids despise you because you'll probably be adopted before them. It SUCKS. They would chase me around with knives so I had to learn how to fight, luckily they were always stopped before they caused any scars on my face. The orphanage knew that a pretty child was worth more than… well an ugly one. I don't really find anyone ugly personally, (other than ugly personalities…) and never really realised it until everyone decided to unanimously beat me up. So… no, I didn't wanna relive my days at the old orphanage.
I know that I'm calling it an orphanage, but it was barely an orphanage. As I said before, we all were given nazi style numbers and they sold kids. I know that they didn't let us go to homes that would result in us having less organs and researched the homes to make sure we'd be safe, but they did also sell us like objects. I guess they're traffickers with a conscience.
So, I think you can understand my sentiments for avoiding reliving that nightmare. So, anyways, I knew what I had to do in order to be adopted, I simply needed to appear in front of him. In my last life, I had been tired of hiding in a closet when people came to adopt kids and had snuck out. Big Daddy saw me and adopted me right away because I looked a lot like his dead wife.
However, as I lay on the roof, I wondered if life would be easier if I simply didn't get adopted by him. If I just stayed in the closet that they hid me in, what would happen? However, the idea of knowing nothing scared me more than knowing what was coming. If I didn't escape now, when would I escape? I parkoured my way down the roof, leaping to a tree, climbing up the tree, shimmying myself through a window, going down the attic staircase because that window belonged to the attic, before running to the kitchen because I needed to help make breakfast. I used to do that everyday, when I was six, so my body was pretty fit. You may wonder, how is it that she remembers? Well, there are some things you just don't forget. This was not one of them, I did forget but my body remembered, also it's the only realistic way into the main house.
So, I'm in the kitchen, ready to eat some delicious cereal, when, as I expected her to, Martha, our head lady, swooped me up. "Is someone coming today?" I asked her, trying to sound cute, and she nodded. I noticed the grim look in her eyes, she probably didn't want any of the children to be taken by him.
Dad was well known, as a politician and as a bad person, his crimes were only known by people within the organisation as was his disgusting attitude. He wasn't someone anyone really enjoyed being around, however that also wasn't the real him. Acting like a perverted slime-ball made no one suspect him, which worked kind of brilliantly, he could even make his eyes shine with greed. When he came home, ungreased his hair, took off the fake mustache, had a shower and came with me to work out, even I could appreciate his handsomeness. However, his true colours were only reserved for the organisation and me, even Cece and Robby didn't find out his real face until they joined the organisation. I found out the second we left the orphanage, he just shook all of it off and grinned. He said something to me, I don't remember what it was, but it made me trust him more than I ever should have.
Anyways, Martha was opening the closet and putting me in when I suddenly screamed, she was startled and she turned around to me, looking angry. "What?" I pointed at the wall behind her, and just like the last time, a huge spider hung down from the ceiling. Martha was an arachnophobe, so she paled down to a sickly white instantly before screaming as she ran out of the room. I grinned before I ran to open the window of the room and somersault onto the roof, then I flung myself onto the water-sewage pole before sliding down. I snuck behind the crowd of children, hoping that no one would spot me. I quickly squeezed into the middle, due to my tiny stature, I didn't stick out at all. Then, I saw him, the man that caused so much pain and anguish and got off scotch-free, however I didn't feel burning anger. No, it was a cold anger, like a knife before you use it to slice someone's throat, and it didn't burn inside me, it soothed me. Made me know what my goal was.
I quickly pushed myself to the front and looked him in the eyes, I saw him look taken aback before smiling. He lost his composure for a second, flashing a handsome smile before changing it to the one he used in his perverted disguise. His finger rose, it looked strong rather than sickly, and he pointed at me. He was too far for me to hear him, however I could read his lips. "That one." Ariel, the one guiding him, turned and saw me, shock flashed through her eyes and I could see her knees tremble. However, she smiled and nodded, we both knew that she could do nothing.
My new old life would start again now, how will I change it?