Orphan

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I sat in a actual bath tub for the first time in five long brutal years. The woman that had helped me earlier, was now washing my hair. She hummed quietly while her fingers ran through my tangled long hair. "Can I cut your hair? I bet its heavy on your shoulders." I nodded. I heard a small scrap against the counter and I heard something click before the scrap sounded again and I felt something running through my hair.

I turned my head to see she had placed scissors on the counter and it brushing my hair. It hurt as she pulled and tugged on my hair but I never complained. Once she was done brushing my hair she began to cut. I felt my hair become lighter with each snip. Each time my hair brushed the floor though, I would wince. I was currently leaning out of the tub for her to cut my hair.

"Can you show me or maybe tell me how old you are?" I coughed a few times.

"Twelve." I stuttered, my voice cracked and shook from non use. I wasn't even sure I could speak, but now I knew I could, it felt funny though.

The woman smiled and continued to cut my hair. Everything felt weird to me, I wasn't use to the kindness. I shrugged away from her touch after she finished with my hair. It was no longer heavy. I stood up from the warm bath.

I heard her sigh and stand up too. She drained the tub an wrapped a towel around me. I will get use to this touch, I told myself, I will adjust...

I walked out of the tub and she told me to wait a second as she left to get a long shirt for me. I peered out the bathroom window at the falling snow. It felt so good to know I was going to be warm for this winter. The door re-opened and she came back in a handed me a long nightgown. I dropped the towel and slid on the nightgown. It was made of a soft thick fabric that made me want to curl up and go to sleep right now.

I thanked her. "Do you have a name?" she asked me.

"Long forgotten," I had stuttered and cleared my throat just to get the words out.

"Oh...well we can give you a name." I nodded and she held out a hand. I took it and we walked from the bathroom and down the stairs. The boy and his father sat on the couch playing a game. They laughed and smiled. It made me want to cry for not being able to be like that with my parents. The woman cleared her throat and the boy and his father turned to look at us.

"This young girl does not have a name, we need to give her one,"

"Izzie," The boy says simply looking at me.

"Do you like that name?" The woman asked me. I nodded. "Then Izzie shall be your name." I smiled. "You may call me Mother or Mrs. Noel," She turn to the boy. "This is Sage, and," She turned to the man. "This is Father or Mr. Noel." I nodded.

"Lets go get something for you to eat." She grabbed my hand again and pulled me to the kitchen.