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Chapter I, Part II

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She awoke from her unconsciousness to find herself in an unfamiliar location. Glancing around frantically she noticed rows of pale, dirty beds in a blinding room, before her vision became distorted and she blacked out once more. A nearby nurse checked on her condition but she was otherwise left alone. She was being treated for poisoning after being found, by a constable during the raid of her home, barely breathing on the slate floor of the kitchen where her father had tried to murder her.

The trial drew to a close at the end of its first hour. A guilty verdict had been passed and no plea of insanity could save his life. The girl’s father was to be hanged until dead and his body thrown into a communal grave, without a coffin or a blessing.

In the degraded hospital, the girl awoke. Finally, her head had cleared and she was able to leave. Leave not to her home, but to an orphanage already full to its brim of sick and vulgar creatures no longer pure and innocent children. The girl showed no emotion at the tale of her father’s verdict, she no longer cared for anything or anyone – not now her mother was gone.

The orphanage owners were remorseless machines, caring not for the children but for the money they could work the children for. The kitchen staff brewed food in their cauldrons that barely kept the children alive and often caused many to fall ill and die. Those that didn’t die were forced to work, when they could work no longer they would be beaten and when they cried from the beatings, they were beaten harder. Many of the adolescents in the building took their own lives to escape the torture of living in such conditions, using their clothes to tie nooses or drowning themselves in the baths.

The girl was abused in vile ways that were painful for her fragile body, and cried herself to sleep at nights, bleeding and wondering what kind of malevolent deity had allowed this to happen to any human being.


As the noose was placed around his neck, he thought up ways he could have covered up the crime and not been convicted. As the noose was tightened he cursed himself for letting the witness go unnoticed. When the trapdoor opened and he fell through, the terror finally struck him as he knew that he was going to die. He was going to die. The rope pulled taut and he couldn’t breathe. His eyes felt as if they were going to burst and he kicked and he writhed as everything turned dark. He fell still. Conscious, just, he opened his blinded eyes and stared into the gaping black maw of death.

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This is the second part of the first chapter of that short story I've been talking about in my journals - the one for college.
Please point out any spelling errors or things that don't make sense! :D

Still no title :P
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Prosecutie91's avatar
Um...wow...creepy....stupid orphanage people. I almost expect them to start bursting into song "It's a hard knock life, for us. It's a hard-knock life for us. Stead a treated, we get tricked, stead a kisses, we get kicked.." except not.