Shattered

Shattered Part 2

2.

I pushed away. “Sorry I just can’t. This is too much for me. Please just stay away.” I said and started to run away. I hailed a cab and got in. How could this be possible? People don’t share dreams like that. There was no way it was possible. I turned around and he was gone. I didn’t want to be his. I didn’t even know the guy. Besides I didn’t want to get attached to anyone. They might die and I’d feel pain again. I didn’t want to go through that again. It excruciating to lose someone you love, especially all at once. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I reached the orphanage and I went to my bed. I shared a room with a little girl. I noticed her bed was stripped and her things gone. She got adopted. Good for her. I get to have my own room.

I stayed in bed, under the covers and just stared at the yellow wall. A yellow, that when the sun shines on it, it looks gold. I sighed and turned the other direction. I got startled to see a little girl sitting on the opposite bed of mine. I’ve never seen her before.

“Who are you, and how long have you been sitting there?” I said. I took the blanket off and sat up in bed. I leaned against the wall and looked at the little girl. She looked seven. She had the bluest eyes and pure blond hair. A little angel sent to an orphanage.  She didn’t look sad. Just neutral. “I’m Bailey. I’ve been sitting her for a while now.” She said. She had a nice innocent voice. “Oh. You scared me. I hadn’t heard you come in. Are you new here?” I asked. She looked like she’s been through a lot. Her eyes looked tired for a young girl, who should be out playing in the park. “Sorry I didn’t mean to. I thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you. Yes I am. I just got in.” she said. “Oh its alright I don’t mind the noise. Oh that’s too bad.” I said, feeling sympathy for the girl. She looked at my expression and said “It isn’t really. I think I’ll like it here than my other foster family.” She said. Yep  she been through a lot. “I’m sorry.” I said. I truly was. I just assumed everyone hated it here, like I did. “It’s alright. How long have you been living here?” She asked. She had her hands on her lap. She was wearing a white dress. At first I thought she was a ghost. Her skin was pale and her dress was pure white. “Several months. By the way, I’m Selena.” I said, forgetting to tell her my name earlier. I usually don’t talk to the other orphans, but this girl was different. I liked this little girl, she was different. She wasn’t afraid to talk to me like the other kids, who avoided me as much as possible. “That’s a pretty name. How old are you?” she asked. “I’m seventeen. You?” I crossed my legs and hugged my pillow. “oh. I’m eight years old.” She said. “oh. So young. So Bailey, what do you want to do today? I’m free.” I said. It was nice to have company. She smiled.

“I’d love to hang out with you. I barely get to hang out with anyone.” She said. Poor girl. She was so young. “great. And if you ever want to hang out with me, feel free to ask.” I smiled back. I got out of bed and got my cardigan. “are you gonna wear that white dress or do you want to change?” I asked. She stood up. “ill put on pants and a shirt. I look like im going to a party.” She said gleefully. She walked to her black suit case and pulled out pants, a pink shirt, and a black jacket. She got dressed and I got my wallet. “Ready?” I asked her. She stood next to me and smiled. “yes. Where are we going?” she asked as we walked out of the orphanage. “I really don’t know. Where do you want to go?” I asked. “Let’s go to the park.” She said. I agreed and we walked to the park. She was a smart girl.

“I don’t mean to pry, but how come you’re in an orphanage.” Bailey said. I looked down at her. We stopped and sat on the park bench. “My parents got into a car accident and I’m the only one that survived. I’m not old enough to live alone.” I said. “oh I’m sorry. I didn’t even meet my parents. I grew up with different families and I didn’t like them.” She said. She didn’t even know her birth parents. “I’m so sorry. It must be hard for you.” I said. “Only sometimes. I don’t let it get to me. I don’t want to be sad all the time.” She said. Bailey had a point. Why was I being so sad all the time. I had to be optimistic. “That’s good that you do that. I can’t even do that.” I said. “Yea. You should try to. It makes it easier.” She said. “yea I’ll try. Are you getting hungry?” I asked her. I know I was. “yes a little.” She said. We stood up and walked the way we came from.