Chapter 5 Into the Darkness (5)(Before After)

Author note:

Character map

"X"=protagonist

+ X+=nun

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Well, as far I remember there some quite a ruckus after that, I hear complaints and questions and even insults flying to the man in the suit but as a child, I did not care and simply pour all that I felt into the nun's arms while wailing and crying like an infant.

And did not end there for there are people didn't give up easily to the great possible gain they could have.

Some people submit petitions to gain my custody and demand trial to the law and I visit many courts as a child some people try to take advantage of me like gaining my favor and fortunately they are people on my back and protect me from them like the man on a suit, nun, and other colleagues of my dads.

And others are clever enough and look for a long perspective in the future and turn sides and pretend to protect me and be good to me to gain favors and possible benefits to being on my side there also are some wicked people who have high ambitions to get close to me and raise me with their manipulation to make me do what there want.

But at that time I am oblivious to all of those schemes happening around me and the only ones I remember are people who has kind and warm smiles while looking at me with dark and muddy wicked eyes but as a child, I was ignorant of that kind of gaze and only feel fear and heavy and agonizing pain feeling every time it happen.

During those times I wish for my father's wide back that I can rely on that fend off all my fear every time I felt scared and my mother's warm hand that brought me comfort and peace every time I felt pain.

I stand frozen and paralyze by fear and hatefully grumble inside as I ask the question why and how in this situation as I find to blame but find none, no I find someone to blame but cannot say them for I am afraid that there could not only be angry at me, they couldn't even touch nor reply to me normally like before because...because they are...they are...

"....."(rapid step)

At the time only I could do is turn back and run away from this predicament and run to my room slam the door and lock it and wait for the night to come and watch the window as they leave to our home and cry after they left.

This action continue as the day comes like a routine the people gather to me and spoke sweet words as they smile while looking at me again with those wicked eyes and bring gifts such as toys, clothes, and food as they surround me and when I have enough I ran to my room and again lock my door and wait for the night to come and watch the window as they leave

Until that particular day.

Like any other day, people come to our house and gift me all things that all children sought, and like with those pretentious warm smiles and those wicked eyes again looking at me and like other previous days I was overwhelmed with fear and struck by that paralyzing feeling and run away to flee in my room and again wait the night to arrive and wait for them to all of them to leave.

The night arrive and those people leave, I sat in my room waiting for another day to end and as I close my eyes to sleep the door I locked open and bring light to my dark room.

My eyes open and look to the door as my mind becomes vigilant.

I thought of those people as I look at the door and become more on guard and gaze around to find where I could hide but is it too late

The door opens but what comes out behind the door is white and black garments covering a silhouette and it turns out to be the nun on the day of the funeral that consoles me.

After the funeral, the nun did not show up nor visit me during these few days and can't help raise many questions.

"why are you here?"

I asked, to tell the truth, I want to ask many questions like why you didn't come? why did you come here? what are your reasons? how do you know my parents? what are they to you? And why now?

I'm planning to ask those questions after she answer the first but she did not answer and stayed silent.

The nun walks and comes near me and offers her hand and with those actions, new questions pop up one of them is to question her action

As I try to ask again, my eyes align with the nun's face and saw her mouth slightly curved and her eyes half close but despite that more than everyone else her face is the one that shows warmth with the slight smile that shows comfort and half close eyes that reveal kindness.

More questions pop up about the appearance on her face but one thing is been understood.

She is different.

I give my hand to the nun and she pulls me up and draws me out of the darkness of my room as she leads me to the light outside.

The nun leads me out the corridors of our house and arrives at the door and opens it up and leads me outside

The night has a full moon that sprinkles light to ward off the darkness and people in suits gather outside and stand side to side which leads to the gate of our house. (author:mansion)

The gate opened and outside another batch of men in suits line up side to side and leads to a long car (author:limousine)

As we walk a man in a suit is different from the rest because this man is the one at the funeral but his demeanor is different unlike when he is at the funeral.

He looks at me with determination to do everything as he bows to me and the nun as he opens the door in the long car.

In the car, the nun sits beside me while still holding my hand and the man suit closed the door and proceed and open the door to the driver sit and sit and start to start the car.

The car starts to move and the scenery outside changed and saw the other man on black on the gate to enter the car that arrive at the gate and move near us as if to escort us.

After a while, the car stopped and the door was opened by the man in a suit who drive us.

The nun steps outside and stands and lent her hand outside to assist to come down with the same expression she show me in my dark room.

As I accept and came down, what lay bare for me to see is a not so big not so small structure with a wooden fence surrounding it and green grass on the ground filling the field, and wooden fence as its gate, and different men in suits that came out of the other car lined up side to side that lead to the wooden gate.

The nun walks and leads me to the gate and when arrive the man in the suit that drives us bows to me and looks a the nun as if to affirm permission.

The nun nod and the man in the suit resolutely open the wooden gate and first thing to appear is the structure's wooden white double door with the black-brown knob above, it is a grey board with words on it that say 'Green Gable Orphanage" written in green.

At that time I have no ideas what it means but the nun leads me to the door and personally open it.

As he leads me, her hand slightly tightens her clamp on my hand which gives off more warmth than before, and leads me to a new white door and opens it.

What reveal inside are children of the same age lying on sleep on the beds and each bed contains at least 3 children sleeping on it.

The nun leads me to the bed near the window on it are two children sleeping on both sides in the bed making the middle spacious and available to sleep.

The nun suddenly lifts and carries me and lay me in the middle of the bed making me in between the children.

A look of question appears on my face, as I am about to ask a question, the nun covers me with a blanket and puts her hand on my forehead and-

"Good night"

Say it, as I was about to question her about her action and what happened today, my head drowsed and about to drown in slumber.

I don't know why and how it happened it may be because of the warm hand given by the nun or the warmth emitted from the two children or maybe the warm blanket that cover my whole body and maybe even the moonlight that even somehow look like warm but one thing for sure.

Unlike the dark and cold night that I slept in before.

That night is bright and nostalgic and warm.

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After that, the nun raises me with other children with care and love and treat me like them.

Although there are some difficulties from the start I was able to get along with the children and able treat them like my new family as I grow the orphanage also grow and had new members to welcome.

As I reminisce happily I walk to the corridor and arrive at a white double door with a black brown knob open it is different from the door in the corridor.

"Good morning Mother Maria".

As I greet the person inside, the head nun of the orphanage and the owner of the Green Gable Orphanage.

+Good morning Child Loid+

My foster parent, Maria Raphael Gabriel

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Author note:My Extreme Sincere apologies for the delays READERS The past weekend is really really really an F, •••K HASSLE and sorry for the inconvenience but still HAPPY GOOD DAY AND I DOEST THERE TO SAY IT GOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON AND GOOD NIGHT