SHATTERED HEARTS

Three - Happy place

Katherine's POV

Few minutes go by and I find myself consumed into the world of fantasy. A world where at the very least I get to glimpse another life. A life full of hope where the characters have hope to a sweet and happy ending and I wish then I was one of those characters.

Don't get me wrong I'm not always this complainant but recently that’s all I seem to do. Complain about everything. But can I really be blamed. At the very least only my mind gets to here the no ending complaints. Most of the time I tend to not talk about things bothering me. Not that I have a lot of people to tell since I only got Scarlett, Anita and the little kids as my only friends and I can't really burden them with my excessive baggage thoughts.

After about another twenty minutes or so I decide to just head out Scarlett should be done by now. That girl is a genius and I'm sure she already cracked that discussion and she's probably bored as hell now. I walk towards where shed said they would be hoping to rescue her from the class group as well as myself and get out of this place. But my walk suddenly wavers as I look across the hallway and notice Mackenzie with her group hovered over her locker while they chatted away with her besties and I immediately turn around and make a run for it.

Pretty pathetic if you ask me but the last thing I want is to add more bruises to the ones I already have that haven’t healed from yesterdays fiascos. My ribs still felt as if they were constantly on fire. Although I knew they would be safe at least against Mackenzie since all she ever did was pull my hair real tight and every damn time my skull feels like its being stretched open. That was her goal or knocking me off my feet and stomping on them or just pouring or landing anything on me. That was her strategy while Chase's had been throwing his legs and fists to whatever part he could find except my face though a busted lip never failed to exist how I have no idea. Don't ask me. Anytime their fists are on me I blur everything hoping against all odds that the pain won't be there. And at times it works out or other times he'd just use words which weren't as easy to tune out like the actions. Its a coping mechanism I've had to adapt after long years of being bullied. It helps with the pain from their blows and also protects my heart from their hateful and hurtful feelings.

After a while of hurrying around the hallway I look behind me and I cant seem to spot Mackenzie and I exhale out round as relief washes over me at least today I wont get to relieve that nightmare. I guess today really was my lucky day and so as not to jinx my chances I walk round the other way which is longer but I don’t mind at least I get not to have a run in with Mackenzie and that’s far more important at the moment.

I hurry towards Scarlett and just as I had guessed she was done. She was sited by the corner of the class all by herself and I waved her over and she smiled before walking towards where I was. And I got happy seeing her happy until I remembered I was on the run and slowing down here might not be the best of the ideas I’ve had in a long time. So I walk towards Scarlett and grabbed her hand before rushing out of the classroom and walked as fast as I could while dragging Scarlett behind me heading towards the opposite side from where I had seen Mackenzie and as soon as I was outside the school gates I let a huge sigh of relief. And slowed down a bit to let Scarlett relax her lungs. She had been bugging me all the way but even she knew that once that pace was put in place it meant something and she followed the pace although she still grumbled but not in refusal just that she was a lazy ass. Good thing she didn’t here me saying that otherwise id get to be on the receiving end. this is how our life had turned out pathetic just because somebody decided that we were different from others.

I don’t know really what the definition of different means when it comes to people. For me it all comes down to the kind of personality one has. And even that its only in terms of whether the individual has humanity in themselves or if they’re inhumane. But I guess my kind of definition is different from others cause about right here were considered different just because were orphans, I don’t think that should be our definition though we didn’t have control over that. We just found ourselves in that situation and I think anybody could just find themselves in it and I don’t think its something people should be judged about. For the looks I mean we fit in just alright. Scarlett has a dark skin tone with curly black hair and brown eyes and she’s really short standing at 5'0 that’s why I tend most of the time to be just hovering over her. I’m protective of her. Not that I think she’s weak but because I see her as my little sister. While as for me I stand at 5'5, blue eyes, dark brown hair well that’s about it all. So I think we fit in alright. Why we are treated differently I don’t know. this are questions I ache to ask all the time, why?

I guess ill never really get a chance to know an answer to that will I?

"come lets go know you’ve about had you’re rest," I tell Scarlett as I start up my pace.

"why were are already out of school," she questions.

"come on Scarlett you better than anybody know not to let your guard down no matter what." As soon as I say that she frowns before nodding her head and walking ahead and I follow behind her.

Soon we get to the orphanage and I relaxed immediately. This may not be the nicest place to call home but I believe home is a place where you feel safe and that’s exactly what this place is to me and I’ve grown here, made lots of memories even though most of them were when I anticipated getting adopted but soon that dream also vanished when days went by and I had to accept my fate. And I got resigned to that fate and then one day when I least expected it, I got people who were interested in adopting me but I could never leave Scarlett alone and when they didn’t want to take her I just decided to stay back.

Since then I resigned myself to staying inside here since no one wanted to adopt the both of us and I kept insisting we were a package deal, but then if they had been interested in Scarlett I would have liked to see her adopted, see her get a chance to have a family and probably a better life than this and id have managed to convince her to go. But that wasn’t the case and it was then I realized people were biased and not all shared in my beliefs. But I wouldn’t change them for anything nor am I ready to change others. I’m no savior, I may be nice but I think everyone is entitled to their own beliefs even if I don’t agree with them. So that if we were to get charged it wouldn’t go back to she changed my beliefs and all that.

I head to my room before dropping my bag and head to help with the kitchen duties. I’m not on roll today but I like helping Anita out anytime I get. After which I head to the little kids play with them for a while and chat with them. Kids are cute and not Judgy so yeah like their company better than all those other people out there not that they either entertain me. But this here is something I wouldn’t forego. Its my happy place.

A while later on I walk to my room after ushering the kids to their beds after they had their dinner. This has become my almost daily routine but when I’m injured excessively I don’t go. I avoid as much of the interactions if possible. I walk in to find Scarlett curled up in her covers and I head to the bathroom and wash up before heading back to the room where I put my PJs on.

“I don’t get how you can subject yourself to such torture with all that noise from those little monsters.” Scarlett questions.

Yeah that’s her alright she doesn’t like kids at all and don’t go looking a her weirdly I’ve spent up my weird eyes on her but that’s just how she is. I’ve tried to get her to join me of which it was a result of blackmail but she was all awkward and cringing every now and then especially when a kid got close to her. Since then I just gave up on her.

“They’re not monsters scarlet and do I need to get to details of why they’re better company.” I question and Scarlett cringes and I know I got her there.

"no I’m good and I’m sure you’re exhausted so goodnight." I smile knowing that’s her way of shutting me up and crawl on to my covers. And I close my eyes thinking of the little ones and hoping that the images wont get corrupted but I know soon they will but I let that thought linger to the furthest corner of my mind.