Children are playing around. They are innocent. I hope they wouldn't see the cruelty of the world. The cruelty that many others are bearing on their shoulders.
The orphanage 'mother' came and told them to go inside as the sun was setting down. She is more of a mother to me than my own mother. Her name is Melanie. She always cares about the children as if she is their own mother. And I personally think she is. Love has no bounds. And just like that she loved everyone with her heart and it has no bounds.
Melanie came from a very rich family and she married a person because her parents told her to. An arranged marriage. Her family is cruel. After one year of her marriage, when she was pregnant she got into an accident. An accident that took away her child. Took away the chance to bear another child again. After hearing this, her husband divorced her. And her parents left her. She didn't give up there though. She completed her education and earned some money. With that money she built this orphanage and gave home to hundreds of orphans who are like me. She showed her inner mother, showering all the kids with love.
I wouldn't say that but I wish someone would care about me. Care. I laughed at that word. It is a very meaningful and powerful word. People use it carelessly and just toss that word to all as if they really care. Caring is an illusion because in my opinion, no one cares about others and if they do care they end up heartbroken.
Again, the world is cruel.
I saw that Melanie was again coming out. Sending the children in when they didn't listen she showed her the chocolate ice cream she made, slowly coaxing them in. After they all went, I saw that she is making her way to the room I was currently living in.
Melanie came to my room and knocked on the door. Even though it is an orphanage they gave me a luxurious guest room. Probably it is Georges doing. But I don't care about all these luxuries. They didn't bring me the peace nor did they bring me the happiness I desperately needed in my life. It is just a way of living.
George is my foster father and he is one of the people I trust very much. As I opened the door, I put my emotionless face back. The facade that I was tired of keeping anymore. But in the world we are living it is the only thing that keeps us going. Even though I admire and love her I wouldn't let my guard down. She came with a plate of food.
"Ruby, you have to eat. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning. You will get ill again." She said as she patted on my head.
I probably forgot to eat food. I couldn't feel anything. I feel.........numb. Almost like a living corpse. Just functioning mechanically. Dead in the heart.
"I will eat." I said in my usual cold and distant voice. I dont recognize my voice. She went back again as I stared at the food. I decided to eat.
After eating I sat back again and continued doing my work. I own three companies. I, myself, have built those and they are my babies. I am proud of it.
One of my companies is Ruby. It is a fashion designing company. The other one is sapphire. This one was a car designing company. The last one is smith. It is about hotels and casinos that are there all around the world. These companies matter a lot to me. No one helped me build those. I, myself earned the money doing everything I could get and started these.
It was almost five in the morning when my work finished. There is no trace of sleep in my body. I know I have to sleep. But I fear those nightmarish memories that keep on haunting me. I felt physically numb in my legs so I decided to go to gym for a few more minutes. Spending a hour in gym, over exerting myself to the point I felt fainting, I stopped. I went back to my room.
I showered and did my daily routine as a robot. As I was about to go outside, Melanie came. She smiled warmly at me. I didn't return it but I could feel my eyes warm up a bit involuntarily.
She asked me to go to her office. As soon as she asked me to take a seat.
"I know this will be difficult for you but you have to at least try. Listen to me first before you take any decisions- "before she
could say anything. I cut her off and instead asked "Are they taking me in or not?"
She looked shocked. "How?...." she trailed off.
"It is very obvious. You were never nervous around me and you were nervous now and I wouldn't get angry at anything except going back there" I said as if it was very obvious.
But the truth was, this everything is all my plan. My plan that I planned for two months. This is something very important to me. I already have other ways to get in but it is important.
She stared at me for a few seconds and said "yes".
No….
My plan is something I worked very hard to build on. But I didn't expect them to be really accepting me to their house. What should we expect from some people who left their little sister when she was in a very deep need. When I was in deep need that I forgot that I was a human at that time. They were not there even though they already know that I was in a orphanage.
How could I even trust them? Let alone believe that they could actually care. And my reaction was obvious.
Okay...... were they shitting me right now. They were fucking up with my brain.
Were they shitting with me right now? They were fucking up with my brain.My brothers....... are they really taking me in?" I questioned her.Okay.......now this is interesting. I thought they would not accept me.She took a deep breath " yes, your biological brothers."" Okay. Thanks for doing what I asked you to do." I said as I standed to go back to my- no orphanage room. But before I could go she closed the door.How the heck did she move there so fast. Is she some type of superman that I don't know.
It took approximately six and half hours to reach New York. Most of the time all I did was work. The pilot said that they have to take care of the plane and someone would wait for me outside the airport. As I went outside the airport dragging my luggage behind me I noticed a car. It was a black land rover defender.It was good but not as good as my car. As I was staring at it I felt someone coming from behind me and I felt my self defense kick in as I turned and punched him in the nose as I heard the crack. My reflexes are good.It was sebastian. One of my asshole brothers. I don't know if they remember me but I remember them all. I remember them playing and teasing me when I was small at the same time I remember them leaving me whe
As soon as we reached the house, I observed Sebastian observing me to see any reactions from my face. The house looked more like a mansion. After every answer I said to him, he looks angry. Hating me. Well bro, that's what I want anyway.He doesn't know anything about me. Though I wanted him to hate me I sometimes question why they are judging me when they don't even know me fully. It's wrong to judge someone without actually knowing them. How would he feel if I judged him?. I accepted all these judgements and never cared about it but still there is some unknown sadness when people do that.I shook those thoughts away as I entered the house.The hou
I made my way downstairs to the kitchen where all the others were already sitting while the dinner was unserved. I am not afraid but I fear they would send me away. I don't fear about my life but about the mission.I saw all my brothers seated at the dining table. As my eyes went from one face to another not leaking a trace of emotion to Mason, my elder brother. I was hit by a sudden rush of emotions. I never saw these people until now since I was a toddler. I would have hugged them, and talked to them about everything that would have happened if they took me when I was fourteen years older. But at that thought, my emotions have dried away and my determination strengthened."Mason," I said as my voice was devoid of every emotion that was going on in me. But, not only me, Mason was not any less either because before all of it went away, I could see the surprise in his eyes, his eyes went blank and his face was not showing a trace of emotion just like mine. But he
After I sat beside my twin, everyone started eating. I just served myself a little bit of salad while all the others are eating as if they never ate. Except for mason who too was eating salad like me. And especially Noah and Liam who were eating like pigs. But I wouldn't judge them, I used to eat just like that. "Why don't you say a little bit about yourself ?" James said. As soon as he said all the attention was on me. Okay...... What should I say? The past that makes them run away from me and look at me with disgust or the present that I am eating or the future that I have no idea but the possibility that I would be six feet under the ground in one more month? What should I say? "I have nothing to say. " I said stiffly. Olivia scoffed and glared back. I just ignored her and again started eating while all were staring at me while Noah and Liam were both staring and eating. " I think you have to eat before your food cools down. Otherwise, iner
As soon as I ate Liam and Noah started trying to drag me around the house. The keyword is trying. But as soon as I started glaring at them they gulped down in fear and started walking and speaking like how normal human beings are supposed to be. If not for the human body I would have thought they were animals and will probably be putting them in a jungle for the sake of humans. Literally. Ethan tagged along with us. I could see that he wanted to speak like how twins were supposed to speak. I do want to. But it is much better like this. I don't want us to be so close, because the first reason is they are looking and it wouldn't be good for them. Secondly, if I do get close I don't think I could go away. There is not much time left for me anyway. Even if I do get close……….. But I couldn't............ because of them. I couldn't save him because of them......... I shook away those thoughts before the darkness would spread in my entire heart makin
As the sun rises, the rays enter through the window making shadows of the objects that are coming in its way.Soon it reached me and gave me the strength to start a new day.But even if there is a strength I don't feel it break through my shields.Even though there is the strength it is for the robotic actions that I have to do.Because as I thought, these rays couldn't penetrate through the shields I built. Instead, it reflects my surface on the mirror that is in front of me.The girl in front of me is broken. Her eyes looked lifeless. Blank. Her face is emotionless, ready to fight everything that comes in her way.I want to die...... but I promised him. She is just breathing not living. He asked me to live happily but didn't he know that I am lifeless...... Didn't he know that I am nothing without him.Before I could think anything further there wa
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