Broken vows Mended hearts

er wicked aunt.She felt free. As she packed her belongings,She heard her aunty voice from down the hall, ordering orders at the servant. It didn't matter to her anymore, all that mattered was that

e swallowed hard,nodding.She entered the car, her heart beating fast as the door shut behind her. As the wheels begin to turn,She looked back at the house that had been her prison for so l

ws, many of them were shattered and were patched with wooden planks allowing the cold wind to sweep through the corridors. Anna held her thin,soaked dress has she stepped inside, her heart filled with uncertainty. The scent of damp wood,unwashed bodies and stale air hung heavily in the atmosphere. The entrance hall was dimly lit by a few lanterns, casting long Shadows on the cracked stone floor. The walls bore deep scratches, some from years of neglect,others from the desperate hands of children who had come before her. The ce

ngers Illuminated only by the glow of a few scattered lamps. Their uniforms, once white were now faded, torn and patched with mismatched fabrics. The girls looked tired, their heads bent ove

n overwhelming sense of exhaustion. Anna was led to the dormitory,a long narrow room with rows of metal- framed beds, each covered with a thin,scary blanket. The air inside was heavy with the scent of mildew and damp wood.The walls were

, forming dark stains on the wood. At the first light of dawn,the sound of a harsh bell rang through the hall ways. The dormitory immediately sprang to life as girls scrambled to their feet, rushing to dres

ratches and carvings, flickering lanterns hanging from rusted chains, and walls that bore signs of decay.The classroom,though spacious, felt suffocating . The desks were old,covered in ink stains and drawings left by restless students. A large chalkboard was at the front, it's surf

g her swollen hand. " This place is a charity institution", Olive whispered, when Anna cautiously approached. "It's meant for orphans for us. The world has forgotten us, and so we are sent here". Anna listened calmly. Olive spoke of the harsh rules, the punishments and the person the whole student feared the most. But it was the mention of one name that sent a shiver down Anna's spine. "Mr Peter", Olive murmured, lowering he