SILVER-HEART
Chapter 119: The Lost Girl {2}

Chapter 119: The Lost Girl {2}

I was never a lost girl... I was never a girl lost in the darkness. Then who was I? Or what I have always thought myself to be? Even now as I stared at my 2-year-old self, I pondered.

This was a memory I do not have... standing out here in the rain. I was meant to be found at a dumpster when I was looking for food to eat thrown by others and then I was taken into custody but this right now spelled differently.

Everything feels different.

It was as if I came here myself

Did I?

My memory of toddler age was all blurry and I barely remember.

"This is your destiny"

A voice, not that voice but...

I finally caught notice of a cloaked figure standing beside my young self, and with the voice, it sounded muscular, a man?

I had no idea he stood there until now and waited... I observed the clothes I wore... it was a strange white attire embodied with a silver design and I certainly did not look dirty and homeless as I thought.

What in god’s name?

The cloaked man squatted to my size, I couldn’t even see a hint of his face, it was all black, and his face didn’t even appear out of the hood, almost like a memory jog. I shivered when he placed two hands on my small shoulder but yet I felt it, felt his presence. Felt his touch.

"You must remain here... it is the only way" he gripped my shoulders and the gravity of his words was too heavy.

He’s sad

He didn’t want to leave me here

"You might not remember this or before... but know that I will always be here" he placed a palm on my chest and I felt the imprint too. "This realm will be cruel to you... they will hate you for whatever reason... you will not understand it, you will even pray for death but death will never take you, for even you have control over it"

My little self was silent, not a spark of emotions, almost like I was a doll, but I knew I listened to his every word, I could strangely feel it.

He spoke again but this time it was a language I couldn’t understand, having to use pronunciation heavily. And then he leaned to me and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, which I also felt deeply, to the point I had to close my eyes and bask in it. It was soft and yet so powerful and spoke a meaning that even I can’t comprehend.

And by the time I opened my eyes, he was gone and it was just my little self, staring at the empty place and then suddenly I began crying like any child would... like how I should act and behave and not as a doll.

I heard noises... coming from the very entrance of the orphanage. Having seen all this it was a heavy realization that I wasn’t abandoned by my parents, or wandered aimlessly like a street rat but instead, I was brought here by choice, by that man. I was brought to a place that condemned me and I spent my entire life asking myself why?

Even as I watched as the current caretaker carried me in, my eyes lingered on the path, the man still watched me, almost like he wanted to make sure they took me.

Right into the lion’s den

Extreme anger boiled into me and just as he turned and began to walk, I ran to him, with exploding emotions and wanting to scream my pent-up anger and tears at him.

It hurts

It drags

It destroys me

It drowned me

If he cared so much then why did he leave?

Why did he drop me here, to the very place that was hell for me in my entire life only to be sold wickedly to a blue-eyed man and kept locked in a cell for a year, waiting in the dark, silently crying myself to sleep, wishing for things I would never thought I would have and wishing for a parents that might at least love me.

And yet I had one, one that might have cared but yet chose to leave me.

Why?

It was unfair

It’s greater than any pain I could possibly imagine.

"STOP" I screamed and the thunder struck right as I uttered that word, I wasn’t expecting it but the man halted, I really wasn’t expecting him to... I thought he could not see nor hear me but I was so driven by anger that I exploded.

This was a dream? I became confused but something else was drowning me as I burned a hole on the back of this man. I was even breathing heavily, my chest heaving.

If he can hear me, good!

He will feel the wrath of my pain!

"Why?!" It was what came off next, so strong that I could not even believe my own voice. It sounds thick with pain and anger. "You brought me to hell! You dropped me right into it!" I couldn’t speak anymore because the next was nothing but tears.

"W-Why?" I sobbed. "If you can hear me then tell me!"

He turned to me but yet his face remained hidden.

"You cared... did you not? I feel it, I strangely do" I shook my head. "How could you do this?" I was quivering more, because of the cold? Or sadness? Maybe both.

I watched as his black-gloved hand slowly reached for his hood and I waited in pounding anticipation.

My blood ran cold and my heart momentarily stopped when silver hair came into view and fell over his shoulders like a perfect wave, instantly getting drenched by the rain.

No

No

No, no, no, NO!

The plain blank mask, the shoulder-length silver hair, it cannot be! My eyes trembling, my senses numb and an unexplained feeling taking over me. A strong sense of confusion and mostly betrayal.

"W-William?"

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