Wen u hear the word orphanage what comes to mind is a place for the motherless and fatherless how about this what if it also means the period of time that u spend in this world as an orphan
Chapter 1 Nightmares
He found himself here, so void and filled with emptiness. "How the fuck did I get here?" he said to himself, "should be a dream perhaps" he muttered. "No it's definitely a dream" he said again trying to assure himself. Then he heard a voice call out to him, a voice that gave him the confirmation he needed, that voice he hadn't heard in five months. "Was it her?,Was it his mom?". He got his answers wen he turned around slowly and their eyes met, she was still in those cloths the ones she wore on the day she died.
He was happy and yet sad, a lot of mixed feelings welling up inside of him, he had so many questions he wanted to ask, like why so soon?, and why did it had to be both of them at the same time. But as he made his way towards her slowly, she backed away saying, "Chris please don't come any closer, stay away from me" those words made him lose it, at that time he felt so much pain, he was hurt but he wasn't going to stay back, he wanted some answers.
As he walked slowly towards her, she kept backing away until she disappeared. He opened his eyes slowly to sounds of the morning bells at the chapel. "Fuck" he muttered to himself amidst blinking and robbing his eyes. "Damn, man can't even escape from nightmares even while sleeping at the church" he said again while reaching for his jacket, he was already at the door when the priest called out to him, "Hey Chris, how was your night" he said from a distance whilst walking towards him. "I sleep on the floor in a chapel every night after a hard day and you care to ask me how my night was, my night felt like shit" he muttered to himself. "Did u say something" the priest asked anxiously, "No nothing, I didn't say nothing" Chris replied, "my night was great" he said again forcing a smile. "There's something important I would like to discuss with you, but it can wait until you re back from the day's work, I'll see you in the evening" he said walking away.
"Who knows what he wants to talk about this time" Chris said to himself, "I've probably overstayed my welcome, I mean I have been sleeping there for about five months without paying shit" he muttered to himself while walking away from the church.
Christopher Meyer, once a rich and arrogant teenager, has been humbled by the task of fending for himself from such a young age. Life wasn't always so hard for him I mean he was the son of famous rapper Sicklinz and a well known artist Angela Watson. But now he was sleeping in a chapel rent free and was potentially about to be kicked out, story doesn't checkout at all. I mean what brought about such a great misfortune and an ultimate fall from grace. He waved for a cab and it stopped, "I just can't get used to this city" he said while entering the cab. He was so quiet while in the cab that the chubby driver had to ask him why, "yo are you gud" said the driver, "No am cool, am cool, just admiring the beautiful city of vegas" he replied amidst being jolted out of his thoughts, but the reality was that he wasn't cool at all and neither was he admiring shit, I mean it wasn't his first time being there, truth was that he didn't have any cash on him to pay for the cab, so he was wondering how to trick the driver and get away, he wasn't even done thinking and making his calculations when the car came to an abrupt hault.