Eleven Years
It had been eleven years since Wyatt, or the demon orphan as he was now called, had been blamed for killing his foster parents.
And needless to say, it has been complete hell for Wyatt.
Sister Lucy kept to her words and made Oliver suffer in the orphanage. For small portions of foods, to huge amounts of labour, and not to mention the insults and beatings rained down on him.
The only one who believed him and stuck by him was Annalise. Or at least she did before she was adopted three years ago. No doubt sister Lucy's doing.
Now it had all become the norm for Wyatt. He hated everyone for what he went through and the person he blamed the most of all was God.
God the creator of heaven and earth, the supreme being that rested atop the heavens was the one person that Wyatt hated the most.
Since the beginning of his life it had been one misfortune or the other, God must probably hate him for him to put Wyatt all he had been through.
How could the 'father of all' hate one of his 'children' this much?
Wyatt sat down on the cold floor of the 'purgatory'.
A sort of punishment room in the orphanage. Children who misbehaved were kept in the dark, hot room for a few hours, depending on their offense.
The purgatory had become a second home for Wyatt ever since his return. He was always being thrown in for every little thing he did. There was a time he got put in purgatory for not saying 'Amen' loud enough during prayers.
"Cheddar, cheddar, cheddar..."
Wyatt sat in the windowless room, fingering his silver locket which hung from his neck, repeating one word over and over.
It had become his coping mechanism for pain. All these years it had helped calm his nerves, why stop now.
"I wonder where i got this from.." he thought aloud, referring to the locket.
His earliest memory was him lying on the floor, sobbing and the locket being handed to him by a woman who's face he couldn't seem to make out or remember.
Infact there was a lot of things he couldn't remember from that day, his memory was in fragments.
"I wonder if she's my birth mom."
Wyatt came to the orphanage at quite a young age, about 2 or 3. He knew nothing about himself, not even his own name.
Everything, from his name, to his birthday, even his age, was all given to him by the orphanage.
"But then why'd she leave me there, all alone." he asked no one in particular. "I bet An wouldn't have left me alone."
Once again, he thought about the one person who always brought a smile to his face no matter what....
Annalise.
He smiled as he thought back to that day. The day he came back to this place.
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Eleven years ago...
Sob.... Sob.....
The only thing that could be heard in a pitch black room was the sobs of a child. Well, that and..
"It wasn't me, it wasn't me.... I swear it wasn't me..."
The murmurs of 6 year old Wyatt could be heard in-between his sobs.
This was the day Wyatt killed his foster parents.
'Every one hates me.'
"Why do bad things happen to me. What did i ever do to deserve this, God."
A pause.
"Hey, I'm asking you." His voiced slightly raised.
A longer pause.
"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU, GOD?" now he was screaming.
"I WAS A GOOD BOY, WASN'T I? I WAS FAITHFUL, I WAS PRAYED, I KEPT YOUR COMMANDMENTS, SO WHY? WHY ME?" he held his head screaming like a mad man.
"Why me..." He repeated in a low voice.
"Now the whole world thinks i killed those nice people. The whole world wants me dead." He sobbed.
"Maybe I should just end it all.....kill myself and get it all over with. No more pain, No more hate."
"I bet you'd like that, huh" he raised his head to the ceiling as he said those words.
Creak...
The doors of purgatory opened up, finally letting light into the dark room.
'Its been seven hours already?' Wyatt wondered.
Then, a loud was heard.
"The next time you drop kick a reverend sister, it'll be the whip for you, young lady."
Sister Rita looked further into the room, finally acknowledging Wyatt's existence in the room.
"Why don't you spend time with your murderous friend, as your form of penance of course." Sister Rita smiled deviously.
As soon as the door locked, Annalise shot from her position straight to where Wyatt was, tackling him with her 'hug'.
"Thank Goodness, your alright. Those stupid sisters wouldn't let me see you and I got worried." Her usually strong and defiant voice was trembling.
Wyatt just sat there, his formerly lifeless eyes filled with tears. She came in here.....for him.
"Annalise...." He finally wrapped his hands around her. "I'm so scared." He whispered before crying his heart out.
Annalise's heart felt so tight. Her best friend was trembling so much in her grasp.
She had never seen him so sad, so broken.
She could hear him muttering as he sobbed.
"It wasn't me!, it wasn't me..."
"I believe you, Wyatt." She smiled painfully.
Wyatt's eyes widened in disbelief. Someone actually believed him.
"I believe you." She repeated again, as of to confirm his disbelief.
Wyatt squeezed his chest as he cried in her arms.
He cried so much that he eventually tried himself out and slept off, right on Annalise's lap.
Annalise watched Wyatt sleep, the sad smile soon left her face as tears dripped down her eyes.
She tried as hard as she could to remain strong for Wyatt, she couldn't let him know she was also in pain.
She couldn't bear to see him like this, she couldn't bear to hear people call him a monster, she couldn't bear to see the hatred in people's eyes when they spoke of him. She was tired.
"i swear I'll always be there to help you, Wyatt." She soothed his hair as she finally let all her emotions out..... and cried.
She wasn't sure if she imagined it or not, but Wyatt smiled in his sleep.
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"And you always were." Wyatt smiled.
The doors of purgatory slammed open and Wyatt squinted as he wasn't expecting light to suddenly enter the room.
Sister Lucy didn't even spare him a glance as she just threw a newspaper at him and locked the doors back.
Wyatt cursed at her before picking up the newspaper.
'what's her deal?' he hissed internally.
The point of purgatory was for you to be isolated and casted away from others, so why would she give him a newspaper. He didn't even read newspapers.
He checked the front page.
[Murder child still free.]
Of course they would talk about him even after all these years.
He rolled his eyes then went further down the newspaper.
[Deviants attack and kills civilians of spurs borough during portal out break.]
He barely scanned through the numerous photos of victims when his eyes landed on a particular picture, a picture of Annalise.
"Eh?"