Sadly, I do not own the Darkest Powers trilogy, my name isn't Kelley Armstrong and I do not own any of the characters.
So this is an extended version of my short story that I published on here earlier, and I got some lovely feedback and people wanting me to make it into a longer version, so this is what I'm doing. It's going to start all over again, with much more detail. This will be in chapter form, unlike my short story.
Tori, Simon and Kit will be introduced in this story, unlike the short story and some things have been modified a teeny, tiny but but the plot is still pretty much the same.
Tonight was like every other night. It was spent staring at the ceiling. I rarely ever slept, whenever I did I had awful nightmares; they always felt so real. Rae's soft snores sounded from the other side of the room. I was envious – she slept so peacefully every night while I would lay here feeling sorry for myself.
It was extremely cold. We never got blankets, only thin sheets. It was winter so there was nothing I could do about it except tough it out – which was the main thing they taught us here. Everything we endured here, we just needed to suck it up. We were punished harshly, going days without food and showers. Sometimes they'd even hit us. The beatings were pretty brutal, but didn't happen to me because I tried my best to behave.
I hated it here. My Aunt Lauren told me that I'd be safe – maybe even happy – but I didn't feel it. I was miserable, cold and most of all, lonely. I wanted a best friend but mine died a long time ago. My best friend was my mum. She died in a hit and run accident when I was six. Not too long after, my dad shipped me off to my Aunt Lauren's house to live with her and I haven't heard from him since. Aunt Lauren had me in her care for about a year before giving me up and putting me in the orphanage. She didn't like the fact that she had to take up more work to look after me and feed me; so as a result, I've been living in the orphanage since I was seven.
After living here for eight years, I haven't heard from my Aunt Lauren. She told me she would come and visit me every week because she didn't live too far away, but that never happened.
I glanced at the digital clock that was on the other side of the room. The bright red numbers read as 3:43AM. I suppressed a groan when I came to the realization that I needed to be up and ready at 7:00AM sharp. Rolling over and getting myself comfortable, I quickly drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Much too soon, a loud bang shook me from my sleep. It was accompanied by a loud voice.
"Chloe, Rae, get your asses out of bed," called Mrs Talbot. "You have five minutes to be dressed and ready for breakfast." Her butch voice boomed through the door.
I rolled my eyes at the stupid woman yelling at us. She was the least favourite of our carers, it was her that dealt the harsh punishments and unfortunately, she was the woman that was here the most so she didn't miss a single thing. We were always being watched by her.
Reluctantly pushing myself out of bed, I dragged myself to the dresser. Looking in the mirror above it, I saw the dark circles surrounding my eyes, giving away the fact that I didn't get enough sleep. I groaned. They made me look awful, and against my pale skin, they made me look dead. I grabbed my stick of concealer and dabbed it around my bright blue eyes to cover up the darkness underneath them. I pulled my shoulder length strawberry blonde hair into a messy ponytail after many attempts at keeping it tidy, leaving my fringe and a few strands to frame my face.
Opening the top drawer of the dresser, I grabbed my favourite hoodie. It was a pale orange colour with a white, stitched outline of a bird on it. I pulled on a park of dark blue fitted jeans and my white canvas shoes.
Glancing in the mirror one last time, I hurried out the bedroom door and down stairs to eat breakfast. I was looking forward to it – I hadn't eaten in four days because I accidentally knocked over a glass of milk. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a bowl of sludge on the table in front of my seat. Pretending I didn't see it, I asked, "What's for breakfast?" with a smile on my face.
"Porridge" Replied Mrs Talbot – always the one for a long conversation. Bitch. Her butch voice sounded again, "Well…? Aren't you going to sit down and eat it?" she asked.
She expected me to eat that? Living in an orphanage, I didn't expect five star meals but they certainly didn't put much effort into making our food. Whenever we had porridge it had an awful taste to it, like it was burnt.
I sat in my seat and looked at the bowl. Taking into consideration that I hadn't eaten in a few days that it was a blessing that I was actually getting food, so I decided to just deal with it and eat the damn porridge, and as I suspected, it tasted awful. Eating as much as I could, I rinsed the bowl out and placed it in the sink.
I was about to leave the kitchen when I heard Mrs Talbot say my name. Turning around, she spoke again and what she said took me completely by surprise.
"Chloe, there's a nice young married couple coming to see you tomorrow. They sound really keen on adopting and you might just have yourself a nice home." I widened my eyes and let a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, which was rare.
I didn't say anything, I just turned on my heel and walked out the door letting my smile widen. Not too far away from the kitchen, I heard a low mutter. I recognized it as Mrs Talbot's voice. She was talking to another carer, Mrs Wang. I heard her mutter the words, "She's been here too long, and we're finally getting rid of her! Let's just hope Andrew and Gwen like her enough and take her home." I gave a small, quiet chuckle at this; I always knew Mrs Talbot hated me but she was never upfront to me about it. It never really bothered me though; she was a cynical old bat to everyone.
Walking into my room, I found Rae. She smiled widely at me and I smiled back. I sat down next to her on her bed and told her about these people who were coming to talk to me and were considering adopting.
She shot me a smile but it was sad. "Girl, I'll be so happy for you if you do get out of here, I know how much you hate it. I'll miss you so much though!" she said. Rae knew that I had been here for eight years and she made it clear that she felt really bad for me. She'd only be here for three years after her foster parents died and we instantly became friends. Around everybody else, I'd be shy and not talk much at all, but having a friend made me come out of my shell a bit more. I was thankful to have her around.
"I know, Rae. I'll miss you too, but I promise we'll keep in touch if I leave!" I replied and gave her a hug.
The rest of the day went really quickly. I finished all my chores and cleaned mine and Rae's room. I didn't know what that girl was going to do without me if I wasn't there to clean it.
We had chicken wraps for dinner then we all seated ourselves in the living room to watch a movie. It was Rae's turn to pick the movie. Despite the fact that the carers in the orphanage treated us awfully, we still got some privileges.
We ended up watching a movie called 'Beastly' which just so happened to be my favourite movie. By the time it was finished, it was almost ten o'clock, which was the time we were supposed to be in bed. All eight of us climbed the stairs and I said goodnight to Brady and Mila.
After getting changed and climbing into bed, I said goodnight to Rae and we turned off the lights.
I couldn't sleep though; all I could think about was getting out of the orphanage and being in a loving home. I hoped I could make a good impression on these people that we're coming to talk to me tomorrow.
I sighed and rolled over so I was staring at the wall. Rae was asleep by now, snoring heavily. I wanted to get a decent sleep but I was on edge and worried. Finally, I started humming the tune to 'Daydream Believer' to myself in hopes that it will help me feel better, and it worked. I fell asleep not too long after and dreamed of being taken away from here and moving in with people who loved me.
Okay, I know this chapter is kind of slow and short but I promise it will get more interesting in the next one. Reviews would be absolutely lovely but I'm not going to be the kind of person that only makes chapters in return for reviews. I just like hearing feedback – positive OR negative.