You we’re the oldest orphan of the orphanage. You were eighteen. You’ve put up with Miss Hannigan’s abuse for eight full years. Your mother put you into the orphanage not wanting to deal with you, you were ten when that happened. Miss Hannigan had been grouchy all day, smoking and barking orders at the orphans. The orphans simply rolled there eyes and continues chaos.

Miss Hannigan walks into your room one night holding a empty whiskey bottle. She stumbles a bit as she closes the door. She squints her eyes as her vision is a bit blurry from the alcohol.

“ Why are you still awake.. “ She mumbles as she limps over to your bed.