winter heart

Chapter 1 I looked town at my feet, and I can feel the snow on my heels these shoes are barely protecting them. I breathe on my hands to try and warm them, but all my efforts are just that. I can’t believe how my life turned into this so quickly. When I turned 18 mother Teressa was quick to kick me out said I was the devil’s agent sent to lead all the men and boys astray with the body of a temptress. She went as far as calling me Delilah and all the man like samson worshiped the ground I walked on. I knew she would be quick to kick me out I just didn’t think she would be this heartless. She kept praying for me splashing me with holly water trying to get me to confess, if not trying to exorcise the demons that has possessed me. Secretly I wanted her to do it just not the way she did it, cause at times I thought I was cursed too. I mean I know everyone got problems but for me my problems were different. I understood why none of the women liked me, but it wasn’t my fault, God made me this way, it was like I went around flaunting me as Infront of me or something like that, but I understood their frustrations they were just intimidated by this little girl. Infect I did the opposite I see a man I run and hide. I wasn’t a bad kid or anything, I was good, did all my chores dressed as modestly as I can, but they just couldn’t help but be threatened by me. or so I thought. Mother Teresa. Always had it in for me. Even the other nuns. But they were not bad, as Mother Teresa was to me. I never got adopted.’ because you always spoke ill of me. And I was too old. Nobody wants a grown teenager in their home. And I made peace with that. I never knew what happened to my parents. They left me when I was five years old. they just dropped me at the orphanage and left me here. I don't know why. And nobody ever came looking for me. and I have never thought of going to look for them. As I'm standing in the snow. I cannot help but miss the warmth of the orphanage. Even with Mother Theresa's grudging attitude. At least I had a bed in the warm meal. I know realize. How privilege it was to stay there. the world's never been good to me. So, I never expected much. I've learned not to shed tears from a long time ago. Hide my emotions. Never let anyone see Oh no, how I'm feeling. Never have regrets. That's what I always tell myself. I can feel it again, those eyes. Somehow, I can tell it's always the same person all the time. I tried to imagine what could they possibly want from me. I try not to think Too much about it. it's cold and I can't get My hands can’t any warmer. I can see the women passing down the street looking at me with pity in their eyes. And I don't need their pity. I see him making his way to me. And somehow, I know he is the one who's been watching me. I can tell by his expensive watch and that he's rich. I tried to imagine what his life is like always. but then I those privileged ones that always complain about not having enough. I mean look the people on the street who basically have nothing bad. Still, those who have everything managed to complain every day, about not having enough. you register me stands right next to me and I wonder. What he wants. It couldn't be what any other creep ones could it? I sized him up from the side of my eyes. “Cold, isn't it?”  Wait, is it talking to me? I think is talking to me. I look to His other side. And I look over to my Left side “Are you talking to me?’’ ‘’ Do you see anyone else here?’’ ‘’Why are you talking to me?’’ ‘’ You look like you need someone to talk to.’’ ‘’ Nah, I'm fine.’’ I thought I'd come over her and invite you to dinner. You look cool, Cold. And I could use some company.’’ ‘’ Tempting offer. But I’d rather keep to myself.’’ ‘’ please, I insist.’’ I look at the man who's talking to me. I notice him for the first time.