TheCalmFanClub

The walls began to sound like the almost faint screams that sounded familiar. Cold and chilled winds blow through the one window in the room. As the pitiful yet cheerful laughter of children roared outside, one did not want to be outside, because she was afraid of them. She was afraid of the children. Her name was Violet; the rest of her name was unknown to her. She had red, shoveled hair and pale white skin, due to the lack of sun.  Lying in her bed, she wondered and contemplated whether or not she was going to be adopted today. No one really wanted the quiet 15 year old, but the least she could do was hope. The orphanage was getting more te