Chapter 32: Chapter 32

"I won't hurt you little girl." He said dryly.

"I'm not a little girl, damn you!" I groaned as I stood up and realized there were many masked men around me that I had saw outside.

"What do you want from me? You want to kill me, right?" I kept my distance from him. He just chuckled back at me.

"If I want to kill you, I'll do it right now. However, it'll not hurt you. You must also feel what I have felt."

Fear paralyzed me. What the hell did he mean?!

His eyes were still the same. Looking at me full of hatred and anger which he tried to keep for himself.

Two men approached me and pulled me. My heart skipped a beat as we walked down the hall.

Moorah stood right in front of me with her sinister smile, "Welcome to ..." She pretended to think, "Hell." She finished her sentence with a sneer.

"FUCK YOU!" I wanted to scratch her. If I could do more, I would definitely remove her from this earth. But, these two men hold my arms so it was difficult for me to reach her even a single stray of her hair.

She played with her hair before sending me a good-bye move in pity way.

A room at the end of the hall seemed to be the destination of these two men. My heart was sinking when I saw the blood stains that covered the floor. My vision seemed to be covered with tear dew. My hands started to get cold with my fast heartbeat.

Fear hit me like icy water.

No more trying to back off when they opened the door and I screamed hysterically.

A second later I couldn't feel my heartbeat anymore. The feeling was all gone, my sight was dark before I felt my body was no longer capable to hold me.

Am I dead?

Darkness overtook my sight. All I could hear was the voice of a boy who kept calling out to me.

He didn't call me Jazzlin, but my real name... Janielle.

"Janielle, hey, wake up." The boy's voice... I really recognized him. He sounded so shrill, with his hands occasionally shaking my shoulder. Panic assailed him.

My vision began to clear. The boy's face slowly showed a relieved expression, "Clarissa! She's awake." He ran somewhere and kept calling people around him.

"Alia! Look!"

My view was starting to get really clear. There were little children standing around me. They looked at me full of... curious maybe?

They were my friends, no wonder their faces were familiar to me.

"Janielle! You really regained consciousness!"

Alia. She really was Alia.

She walked over to me, breaking down the crowd. I blinked when she crashed her body against me in a hug. I gulped when I realized I went back to the past. I knew what had happened very well.

That night, I climbed a tree to lift Jennie, a cat who was stuck on the top of the tree. The poor cat couldn't come down, guess it was too scared.

For days, Alia grieved, thinking about the continuation of her beloved cat's life. So without thinking, I was the one who climbed the tree.

Haytham only visited us every morning, so that night he didn't know what was going on until I fell. Alia didn't even know when I did that.

I didn't even know who brought me back home to the orphanage, because the tree was in the park.

I coughed after Alia let go of her embrace.

"I brought you some food, eat it." Clarissa arrived with a tray in her hands. She told the children to return to their respective activities, leaving me so I could take a rest.

She sat on the edge of my bed. My eyes went back to what was around me. My old room, my old bed and my other friends' beds were still the same as the last time I saw them.

My dark blue eyes returned to the woman in uniform in front of me. I missed her so much ...

I knew what we were going to talk about next, because the scene in front of me was just a repeat of what had happened.

"Feeling better?" Her palm reached my forehead.

Yes, she asked that. After that, she would tell me how I was found.

I was lucky because the tree I climbed was not that high, but still my forehead had to be sewn. When I was unconscious, the medical team immediately saved me by doing what was right.

Clarissa also said that the gardener had found me and brought me home. It so happened that the gardener knew us well. So he memorized the faces of the children living at the orphanage.

"Thanks." I took the bread, "For the food."

I started to bite the bread with my brain thinking hard. Was I reborn again? Repeating the old times so the accident that had befallen me do not happen?

Clarissa came out, leaving me busy with milk and bread in my hands.

"Sick doesn't stop you from eating." I frowned when the boy who had called my name walked up to me.

The other Haytham who was so innocent and also had a heart of gold.

"If I don't eat, I'll die." I showed him my tongue, showing an expression as if I was dead.

"That's right." He laughed and then jumped to sit next to me. I glared as he took a sip of my milk that I hadn't even had a drink.

"Clarissa! Haytham is stealing!"

Haytham stumbled, making me laugh at him who ran out of the room.

One minute had passed but Haytham didn't come back. I was wondering what he did. When this all had happened, I didn't go over to check on him, so for now I decided to investigate what he was doing.

I got off my bed then opened the door without the slightest sound. As usual the hallway was enlivened by crying babies. Clarissa must had been busy helping the other nannies, because that year many babies sent to the orphanage.

There were several cases that I knew, such as babies whose parents abandoned them or babies whose parents had died. My heart was cut to hear their cried, and it was hurt me because they had the same fate as me who didn't know who my real parents were.

"What are you doing Janielle? Shouldn't you be resting?" Alia's voice startled me. The girl slowly tugged at the hem of my shirt.

"Hi there." I gave her a high five as I squatted, "I've got enough rest. You don't need to worry."

I had never seen this scene before, at that time I just continued sleeping. So, I didn't know what would happen next.

"Okay." She giggled, "Do you wanna play with me?"

I put my hands on my waist, "Play what? Hide and seek?" I grinned when I noticed her face grew into a smile.

"You'll be the seeker, okay?" She ran before I even answered her.

I sighed, "Okay." Closing my eyes, I leaned my body to the wall. The count to ten was over. So, the search for the girl's hiding place began.

Alia was good at this game, she always found herself an ideal place to hide. Learning from my experinces, I used cheating methods. I asked every child were passing by if they saw the existence of little Alia. They were happily telling me.

The little girl I was looking for was sitting on the edge of the backyard, a base place where me, Haytham, and Alia played. It was so cool there with shady trees surrounding us.

She was not hiding ... she was chatting. My eyes tried to peek a little, a boy's voice was heard. She was talking with Haytham apparently.

"I also want a prince for me." She chuckled.

What are they talking about? I frowned.

Haytham nodded, "Your prince will come one day and pick you up on his horse." He strokedher head gently, "Don't tell anyone about this. It's a secret between us."

"Of course, that's why it's called secret." They tied their pinkies in agreement, "Glad knowing that Janielle has someone who loves her too." Alia chuckled, the little girl teased Haytham who lowered his head in embarrassment.

Does that four year old girl already understands the meaning of love? I grinned.

"I'll do anything to protect her. It doesn't matter if it costs my life."

I was amazed to hear it ... wait a minute! It wasn't Haytham's voice. My gaze dissolved again. The sound of footsteps could be heard again in the quiet room.

The sound of someone sticking the gun trigger was heard. I forced my eyes to immediately be literate even though it was heavy.

I stared at Jake who was tied to a chair, his eyes full of grateful when they caught me looking at him. Next to him were Ronald and others with the same condition.

This was the room I saw earlier. I looked around me, looking for Barra's whereabouts, until I stopped at the man who had his hands and feet tied. He was in different position from the others, because he didn't sit on the chair. He was just standing there.

I gasped to see his whole body was injured accompanied by the blood that kept pouring out. He only wore his pants, topless. Reality hit me when the man's eyes fell on me.