Devin's POV
Have you ever felt like you're existing, breathing, and exploring the world but there's a big missing piece?- all my life, I've been longing to know who I truly am, and the worst part of it? I don't know where to start, I made a quest for myself to complete- and that is looking for my identity. Maybe, finding my identity- would be a quest to complete for a lifetime. People and creatures would guide you to your path, however, you'll still struggle for clues.
From downstairs, Sister Lucia, the head of the orphanage, shouted "Supper's ready!". The memories of her seeing me in one of the nursery cribs will always stay with me. The strawberry-scented blanket that covered me was pink. Because of her joyous feeling at the time, her eyes seemed to be gleaming. Her life was miraculously changed by me in ways that I could not put my finger on. My speedy descent ended when I encountered the other kids crowded in the middle of the stairwell.
The kids had gotten wayward, and I was waiting for someone to lecture them, but no one had arrived yet. Where are they at this moment? How busy are they to not care what we're going through now? The situation is a mess. Despite my decision to speak out, I found myself in a bind.
Is it possible to form a line so that we can proceed to the dining area? Thanks!"
Kalista was the voice I heard, and I saw her - an acquaintance of mine. Rarely does she emerge from her bedroom, since she does not consider anyone else trustworthy except herself. They all stood still and formed a line. The stairway was filled with murmurs once again as they made their descent.
"Devin!" an unknown voice whispered from afar. The thought of something being off made me furrow my brow. I lost sight of the line of kids.
I shook my head in disbelief as I realized I was probably treating myself like a character from a horror movie. "Pst Devin", a voice said once again. I turned to trace where the voice came from, "Hello?" I shouted back.
In order to reach the scintillating door, I continued to walk. The glow contained the type of intensity that hurts your eyes. It felt as if it was calling me, as if it wanted me to check what was inside.
"Devin! What are you doing in this part of the building? It is only for the staff!" A voice from behind me was heard. My pace was slowed and I turned back. Sister Deborah was holding a stick, and her expression was serious.
As I looked into her hazel brown eyes and her bandaged other side of her eye, I noticed that she had a dark brown iris.
" I was just thinking that I heard someone call my name, Sister Deborah" I quickly apologized and looked down at the ground.
Devin, you've done this a few times already. Have you learnt your lesson?"
Looking down and not responding to her question, I realized that she had changed since then. That was the day when the incident occurred. It didn't take me long to excuse myself and go to bed. The stomach seems reluctant to digest anything. What is this feeling of drained energy? Why did that just happen?.