The Orphan and the Mythics

I’m still not sure after all these years why I always go back to the same spot. But never the less….in times of heart ache, sorrow, anger, or my most deepest sadness I always end up in the same spot. 

Let me start from my beginning my name is Aurora Brock, and I am going to be 19 soon. I was abandoned as a baby at a very small orphanage, in the small town of River Stop.  

I was raised in the orphanage, and I guess in this small area not a whole lot of people want to adopt an orphan girl.  So, I grew up with the ladies that ran the orphanage,  Frances, the old, short and very plump mean and strict head master I guess we can call her, and Mary, who was soft, sweet, caring, and was the only person in my life that ever loved me! 

Mary took care of me, ever since the first night as a small new baby I was dropped on the door step of the orphanage. Spending her money to make sure I always had clothes that fit, and a little extra here and there.  I loved her like my mother!  But never was able to tell her any of it, as I built up a wall of nothing as I grew up.  Never wanting to get to close to anyone, as I always felt abandoned. 

As I got older I realized quickly that the world and the people in it suck! 

Boys are disgusting pigs, only ever after one thing. And in my personal experience some are not afraid to take what they want without permission.   Starts always from a young age, and I believe once it’s starts it follows you in all shapes, and sizes. Always from whom you’d least expect. *yuck*

I know a lot of the girls have suffered the same things at the hands of the same boys, and we always silently rejoiced when someone was adopted out, or aged out. When you turn 19, you aged out, and sadly must leave.  

I am almost there excited to age out, and terrified at the same time. I have no where to go. But I will start this new chapter with a smile on my face and my head held high as I survived my time at the orphanage! Only because of my special spot, and animal friend. 

Every time in my life something would happen, be it bad, sad or happy even, I would always find myself going out to my spot. Deep in the centre of the woods surrounding the slowly delapitating  orphanage, there was a little stream that led into a small but breathtakingly beautiful waterfall. Surrounding, but the most beautiful, silver black sand.  And the flowers that surrounded it seemed to be from a fairytale where nothing is real.  The most beautiful colours, purples, blues pinks, all in different hues.  And many different varieties, the smell alone would make you light up, no matter how badly your day had gone. 

This is the first place I saw him, the big dark glowing wolf dog, the biggest i had ever seen.  Laying close the waterfall…I was very young the very first time.  I had gotten into trouble from Frances, for dropping a bag of milk on the kitchen floor at 5 years old, this was the first time I was ever struck with anything, and the strap was Frances tool of choice. 4 leather lashes against my back, and bare bottom. Made me bleed, and scream and cry,…..then I just ran.   I ran for what felt like hours, and I came upon this waterfall, and the wolf dog sleeping beneath it.  

It was the colour of onyx stone, deep black, but silver almost in the way he glowed.  I had never seen anything like him.  The day I first took the strap, he licked my wounds which surprisingly to me made them feel better, almost as if he had healed them. And he curled up into a ball around me, as I cried myself to sleep in his fur.  When I woke up he was gone. 

It was true comfort and consistency as this wolf dog as I called it, was my closets thing to a friend i had, he knew everything about me, every scar and tear… every story.  The ones I would never tell anyone, but in my times of need, and there have been so many, he was always where I needed him to be, to listen and cuddle me into a safe coma of sleep once i got everything out. 

My beautiful waterfall, my wolf-dog and my sad life.