Pariah's Wrath

Chapter Twenty-Six: Phiel

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Luciana

I tried to look around but everything was so dark. There was no one in sight to whom I could ask for help. I kept walking along the dark path while hugging myself tightly. Fear started to creep in on me as I couldn't see anyone or anything. I was not in a city, nor a room. I was just in the middle of nowhere, and darkness was enveloping me. It felt like I was trapped in a box where time, and day don't exist.

Until I walked to a point where a single wooden door was in front of me. 

No wall was supporting the door, it was standing on its own while a soft glow of light frames the corners of the door making it eerie, and magical at the same time. 

I reached my hand and held on to the doorknob, but I paused for a second trying to weigh my options on whether I should open it or not. My finger twitched a little as uneasiness enveloped me but I sucked it all up and turned the knob before slowly pushing the door open. The eerie squeak that the door made added a tinge of creepiness to the whole ordeal, though it made me feel antsy because I do not know what lies ahead on the other side of this door, yet, I pushed through. 

My brows knotted, and my eyes squinted a bit. My lips parted, and my heart tumbled inside my chest. I tried to look at the surrounding more clearly making sure that I was really in the place where my life started. 

I saw a boy busy tinkering on the doorknob with what looked like a make-shift key, then I heard footsteps nearing me. So I hid on the wall beside the hallway. Heaving a deep sigh, I peeked into the hallway to see who it was but staggered back when I saw it was...a younger version of me. 

I was Clutching my rosary tightly, I quietly walked toward the boy. He was too busy trying to pick the lock that he didn't even feel my presence.

I quietly watched the whole scene playing out. Fear started to grip my whole being. 

...Am I dreaming? 

or

...Am I dead?

Why was I in the orphanage? This has already been burned down years ago!.

My hand shook as I watch the scene unfold just the way it happened years ago. I saw the younger version of me, and it made my heart ache because back then my life was so simple. Everyone was loved by the sisters, and even if we all suffered the same circumstances of not having parents...we had each other.