Freya’s Pov
I didn’t deserve to get punished this time, it wasn’t my fault it was not I promise. Matilda had been the one who set fire to the kitchen but Mr. Greene Beloved her. Everyone did. I had no friends to help me. Not since Mathew left. He had been my only friend in this orphanage. He had taken care of me. Tommy never came close to me when he was there.
It was six am by now. The sound of small feet running around above me had been the first thing that woke me up. The younger children in the Orphanage were supervised by the human nuns. They were less dangerous that way. The nuns had a strict schedule. I remember when I was five years old how they would burst into the room and wake us all up. They tried to teach us about their gods but it always ended the same. No one believed them, how could we when we existed when we felt the pull of the moon each night.
I sat in my usual corner in the dark basement counting away the hours. It’s been three weeks since they locked me in here. No food, no water, I would have died a long time ago if it wasn’t for the leaking pipe above my head. The small little drops that cascaded through it saved me.
I heard a rattling noise behind above me. I tried to stand up but my feet gave up. I tried again and this time my knees didn’t give out. “Come out you mangy mutt. We need an extra pair of hands up here. Mr. Green’s voice came out and I struggled to climb up the stairs and into freedom.
The light burnt my eyes but I wouldn’t complain about that, not when I hadn’t seen it for weeks. “Go get cleaned up,” The balding old man said looking at me with disgust. You stink and I don’t want a vermin like you to mess up this once-in-a-lifetime chance for me. I have business with the Alpha King.”
I didn’t waste any time, I slowly climbed the flight of stairs passing a few other kids who were going to play outside. They looked at me weird, they all looked at me weirdly but I’m used to it. I didn’t have a room like everyone else nor did I share with the others. Mine was a little pantry at the farthest corner of the mansion where they placed cleaning supplies. When I was seven and green gave my bed to angelica the new girl I had nowhere to sleep and so he placed me there. As a child who consumed too many books, I thought it was fun. That in a way I’ll be like harry potter and get my letter from hog’s wart.
There was no letter and there was no help that came next. Even when a few others got adopted I still remained there, after a while, I realized what was happening. I’m seventeen now, my birthday is coming up soon. I’ll finally be able to leave this awful place. Europe. I want to go there.
“You know he won’t let you leave,” Someone spoke u making me turn around. Damn it I was talking to myself again. Tommy stood by the bathrooms smoking a cigarette as he smiled at me. He was one of the boys that never got adopted, he’s lived here all his life and now he works here. I try to straighten myself up but I was too weak.
“You look like shit. Anyway, I’m feeling generous today doll face so let me get you in on a little secret doll face.” He said walking towards me and I took a step back and winced. I didn’t want to get hit right now, my body couldn’t take his beatings today I’d break. “Greene’s waiting on Leo to offer him a deal for you, he wants to sell you off to a really good brothel, make him a couple of dollars. You know, as a thank you for having to put up with you. Anyways if Leo doesn’t buy you I’ll be cutting off your head in a few hours. I’ll have someone bring you a good meal later, one last taste of goodness before,” he placed his hand on his neck in a slicing manner and walked away leaving me all alone in the middle of the hall.
Years of being here, years of constant neglect and bullying, and Tommy just told me that I was going to die? That I never had a fighting chance. That Greene wasn’t going to let me go? That I might be sold to a brothel? I’d rather die than be sold to that place. I knew that place or at least I’d heard stories about it. The cemetery behind the orphanage buried a girl from that place every month sometimes five times a month. That’s not right. Why me? Was it because I was born a werewolf yet I had no wolf? Was it because I had no parents, no one to love, no one to care for, and no one to protect me?
Why should I suffer like this, why should I die?
I don’t want to die, I won’t let them take this away from me, if they have to kill me then I much rather go down fighting.
