[EmberWolfe]

My Life

Lost Memories ~ 6 Years Old

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!" laughed the mocking children. I was awake, I was alive, and I was being carried against my will out of my room in the orphanage. There was no point in me crying or struggling, why give them the satisfaction? They are but mindless, pitiful savages.

They carried me by my limbs, the helpless prisoner having to face her fate. Laugh, they laughed, they cheered and they mocked. I tried to drown out their voices with my thoughts, it was no use. It was two in the afternoon, The orphanage guardian went off to the market to get supplies, he took Frost with him. Damn it.

"Bring out the cake!" I heard one of them cry, I recognized the voice as Gloria Gale, their leader. She hated me ever since I was brought to the orphanage, because she knew I was more adorable, more awesome, more interesting, and the guardians showed more concern to me than they ever showed to her, because of the difference in our personalities. I was the good kid, who always listened, who never made fun of anyone, and she was the little mischievous imp who made "weird" kids lives miserable. She turned the other kids against me, filling their minds with "she is a freak" thoughts. Why did she do this? She was green with jealousy about me.

At the foot of the stairs, right next to the kitchen, they put me down, but they still held both my hands against my back. And as promised, there was a cake. A 7 inch in diameter, pink, cream covered cake, finished with seven small candles and a picture of a monster, which they affectionately named, "E.W". Me.

"Smash it! Smash it!" jeered the little barbarians with their limited vocabulary, they got what they wanted, because Gloria took the cake in her hands and rammed it straight into my face, candles and all. I got burnt by one of them, right beside my right eye. It hurt, and tears started welling in my eyes, I choked, but I warned myself not to cry. What followed was cheers from the crowd of bullies.

"Wasn't that cake delicious, Ember?" giggled Gloria in her annoyingly high pitched voice. "Now lets go play some games!" I was shocked, 'there is more?', I thought, 'they sure put more effort today...shit.' I attempted to wriggle my hands free, but they got me in a vice grip, seeing me struggle gave them more satisfaction, and they laughed harder, cheered louder.

"Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to the freak!" sang the children, little song birds they are, really. They grabbed my legs again and carried me out to the backyard, to the old Elm which was probably there since before I was born. To my shock and horror, i saw that they slung a thick rope across a branch of the old, protective, elm.

Being little idiots which don't think about consequences, they proceeded in tying both my wrists up to the tree so that I was being hung by my wrists. It hurt, so very much.

"Let me down! I'm afraid! It hurts!" I finally succumbed to my fate, and I let my tears flow freely. Instead of stopping, they continued to jeer and laugh, and proceeded to throw rocks and sand at me.

"Freak!" "You're not human!" "You're an animal! You should be put up in a zoo!", they cried. "Happy Birthday! Are you happy, Ember? Because we are!" someone cried, I recognized the voice as Gloria's.

I struggled and writhed as I was hoisted about one and a half metres in the air. As I struggled against the ropes in the attempts to be free, I got excruciating rope burns on both my wrists, which eventually started bleeding. My own blood dripped on my head, swirling itself with the cake and cream. A deliciously disgusting mix. My tears washed the gunk off my face and fell onto the ground below.

"Stop! Stop it! I'm scared! It hurts! It really hurts!" I screamed and cried, but instead of having mercy, they bombarded me even more. "You are the ones who aren't human! You all! You all are nothing but pitiless beasts!" I shouted finally.

They all quietened down as a car drove into the driveway. "Run!" Shouted their ring leader, and my tormentors scrambled. I continued crying as I hung there, Frost and the guardian, Mr Woveraine, found me.

"Ember!" my brother cried as Mr Woveraine cut my down. "Who did this to you! How could they be such monsters?" I collapsed on the ground, bleeding like a fountain, my wrists burned. I turned to face Mr Woveraine, his kind face full of worry and concern as he walked towards me.

"Mr Woveraine! Those monsters! Barbarians! Beasts! All of them! Inside! Why do they do this? Why do they torment us? Just because we are different!" I looked down and cried, "Why..." Frost bundled me in his arms and rocked me back and forth, comforting me.

Mr Woveraine said nothing, but motioned us back into the house. I washed up and my wounds were disinfected and bounded.

The rest of the day past relatively peacefully. No one dared to bully me when Frost and Mr Woveraine were in the house. However, the "children" snickered to themselves when I past them.

"Idiots!" Frost exclaimed when we were having our supper, alone, at our usual place in the kitchen , far away from the little imps in the dining room. He slammed the fork on the table.

"Its alright, Frost, we just have to live with it until.... If, we get adopted." I said calmly.

We finished our supper and headed back to our room. Frost and I shared a room, it was small, sparsely furnished, but it was comfortable. Our room was right at the end of the hall, an area where no one, except us and the guardians, walk.

After brushing our teeth, Frost and I went back to our room straight, avoiding the other children. I was just about to jump up to my bed, the top bunk of the double decker bed, when Frost called me.

"Ember! Come here." Frost said affectionately. He took out a medium sized, blue box with a yellow ribbon and pushed it towards me. "This is from me and Mr Woveraine, Happy 7th Birthday!"

Tears started to well up in my eyes as I took the box from his hands and proceeded to open it. Inside, there was a stuffed toy, a simple, light-brown teddy bear without much decoration, but it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I hugged it tight and looked up at Frost.

"Thank you! ...Brother!" I said to him. It was the first birthday present I got in my life. " I love it!" I told him, and i meant it.

I climbed back onto my bed, holding my present. Hugging it, I lay down facing the wall, not wanting Frost to see my face.

And then, the tears started streaming from my eyes.

Saturday, April 4, 2009
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