The ticking of the clock on the wall resounded throughout the room. The time has shown 12:43 AM. But the girl was still there. In the darkness of the room, she sat beside the bed with her hands on her knees.
Her teeth chattered with glaring eyes staring at the closet. Fear seems to be aware of what is in it. Not. Do not advise her to turn on the light. It wasn't that she didn't want to do it, but that far more terrible things would happen if the lights were turned on. Her body was sure to be crushed by her stepfather's cruel beating.
Back to the story. The girl was still there, in the same place. The fear in her grew when the closet door began to swing. As if something wanted to get out of there. Slowly... very slowly. But it was enough to make the two braid-haired girl's heart beat violently with fear.
'Krieettt!'
The door opened very slowly. The g
Four months had passed after Isabelle was taken to the hospital for the last time. Apparently God had other plans. Emily had to lose the person she loved so much. Her mother, could no longer protect herself anymore.Emily opened the door, the smell of liquor wafting through the room. Welcoming those who are in mourning. Clark, he was there, sitting in front of the television on without intending to watch it.The man's eyes glazed over. No. Not for crying over Isabelle's death. But because he drank too much liquor that was scattered on the glass table in front of him. Peanut shells were scattered on the floor and sofa.Emily came in and closed the door. She walked slowly towards the stairs without intending to greet his stepfather. Clark also didn't seem aware of Emily's existence. The man's gaze remained straight ahead as the steps creaked as Emily stepped on them.&
Emily sat quietly at the bottom of the stairs. Her gaze was blank ahead. Her face was puffy, her heart was tired. She really want to end all of this.Suddenly the lights went out. Emily looked around. There was only the light of the kitchen lights that made up for the ventilation, just like before. But she fell silent again. No more energy to do anything. She didn't care anymore when the woman's spirit came back and pounced on her.'Knock Knock'A knock caught Emily's attention. She turned towards the source of the voice. It is not clear from what and how. But the voice was on her left side. As Emily recalled, over there was a pile of cardboard, iron and unused used goods. Also a large used wooden wardrobe."Tock Tock"The voice reappeared. This time there was no more fear in her. Emily was still rooted to the spot.&
A woman in black came into the room. Her curly hair was left down to her shoulders. Emily just sat quietly without caring about the woman wearing the official suit. "Hi, Sweetheart. How are you? Are you feeling better?" said the woman while stroking Emily's hair. The little girl just nodded. "My name is Bethany. I work as a police officer who handles this case. I want to tell you the bad news that your father died in the fire. I am so sorry about that," she said regretfully. 'What do I care about that man,' Emily said to herself. "He's not my father." Emily shoved a spoonful of porridge pumpkin into her mouth. "What do you mean?" "He's my stepfather." "O-oh, I see." The woman smiled, "Your house has burned down. Do you have any relatives to live with you?" Emily shook her head again. "Okay. Maybe you should stay in
Emily walked out to the building's exterior wall window, satisfied that she had seen the entire space. The window faces the orphanage's courtyard and runs from west to east. Huge curtains hung from the ceiling like an antique structure.She noticed the presence of the two women. Mrs. Bethany had gotten into the car when Miss Monica waved. The black-clad woman was at the wheel of her car, which was slowly going away. Emily remained deafeningly silent on the spot. He didn't know what else to do. There was no one else around but him when I looked around."Hey there, you! Please come in." Miss Monica snatched Emily's hand with both hands.The girl moaned in excruciating anguish. Emily was dragged inside the room by Miss Monica. She took Emily's bag, which she had been wearing for quite some time, and emptied it completely upon the bed. Nothing worthwhile. Miss Monica snorted irritably."Why do you have no valuables in your bag? Huh?"Emily smirked,
"Hi. My name is Emily," she said, holding out her hand. But Ashley refused by retracting her hand. "I don't want to meet you. You're new, why did you look at me like that? Ah, maybe because of you, huh?!" said Ashley, looking at Emma. "M... Me? No." "Yes," Emily stood up, bringing her level with Ashley even though Ashley was much taller. "She introduced you to me. She said you were the gang leader here." Emma just looked down. Cursing Emily's words for being too bold as she said to herself 'I Will Die'. "Good! That's how it should be." Emma widened her eyes, not expecting Ashley to like her. "You. Are you all you have?" "I have nothing. My house burned down." "I can't believe it. Where's your room?" Emily remembered Emma's words, "Room A3." "Okay. You already know who I am, so it's be
"Hi. My name is Emily," she said, holding out her hand. But Ashley refused by retracting her hand. "I don't want to meet you. You're new, why did you look at me like that? Ah, maybe because of you, huh?!" said Ashley, looking at Emma. "M... Me? No." "Yes," Emily stood up, bringing her level with Ashley even though Ashley was much taller. "She introduced you to me. She said you were the gang leader here." Emma just looked down. Cursing Emily's words for being too bold as she said to herself 'I Will Die'. "Good! That's how it should be." Emma widened her eyes, not expecting Ashley to like her. "You. Are you all you have?" "I have nothing. My house burned down." "I can't believe it. Where's your room?" Emily remembered Emma's words, "Room A3." "Okay. You already know who I am, so it's be
Diana was surprised that Emily did not come alone, but came with Emma. "Yeah, I think it's fine. Besides, you didn't say I couldn't invite anyone, did you?" Diana couldn't say anything, "Hmmm... All right. I hope she can keep it a secret." "Why is the library so quiet?" "No one is interested in this place. They prefer to play in the hall or the gym," Emma replied, sitting on the bench next to her. "All right. I have something to tell you." Emma looked down at the book on the bottom shelf. The book lay in a corner, looking quite worn. Emma looked curiously. Diana opened it and took a piece of paper from inside the book. She looked left and right, making sure no one was looking at them. Diana put the paper on the table. There's a map over there. "This is a treasure map!" Emily and Emma looked at Diana in surprise, then look
Bread and all the sweets Mrs. Bethany has disappeared. Someone has stolen it. Whether it's her roommates or maybe Ashley the bully, it's definitely not safe anymore. Emily refused to think about it. If he tried to find her, there would definitely be a commotion if he found out who the culprit was. After all, all that food could not possibly come back again. The most important thing right now is how to safely hide this copy of the folder. Under the pillow, that's impossible. It's definitely checked in the bag, especially under the pillow. Not even in the closet. If only the cupboard had a key, Emily might have thought twice. But in fact anyone can open his closet easily. She looked around the room. Not a single gap to be found. Emily came out and looked around. There were three boys chatting at the bottom of the stairs on the right of the hall. They look fun,