A light to the darkness By @EmmaWatson4Life ~♡☆♡~ Brushing the hair off my face, I pause for a moment and watch the world. It's all dark - the terrified cries of children, the piercing shrieks of mothers, the quiet sobs of men. I quietly walk towards a young child - barely even 1 year old - and I whisper quietly to it, 'It's going to be okay. I've got you. I look after you. How about we name you Hope? Is that a good name? Hope?' Its been like this everywhere now, there are just so many unspeakable horrors in the world, that mother's literally dump their children on the side of the streets, hoping that the child will still be their when they return. But they never do return. That's why I - Charity Carter-Bell, started an orphanage. Even though I'm only 12 years old, and an orphan myself. I recruited some older kids too, and 9 year old Faith Mene helps me with the cleaning. But it's not enough. It never is. I sigh, and sing a soft lullaby that my on mother taught me. 'Oh my sweet, dear child, May you rest in peace my child, Underneath the stars, I'll be watching over you, With my everlasting love, My child.' Singing it brings tears to my eyes, and I have to stop myself from crying before Hope wakes again. I carry Hope up the road and down the street - to The Charity Orphanage. No, it is not called that because of my name. It's called that because a charity is an organisation that helps people, so it makes my name really ironic. 'Sing amongst the stars, Be who you are, And I watch over you, With motherly eyes, Have hope, my dear child,' I continue. That's why I named her Hope. Because in this world, we need more of it. Maybe that's why my mother named me Charity. Taking slow, steady steps as to not wake Hope, I finally reach the orphanage. Hudson Mill is sitting on the front lawn, singing a song that his mother taught him. He has a beautiful voice, like twinkling wind chimes on a slightly breezy day, 'When you wake up, I'll be there for you. Watching and waiting, All for you. When you lay down, I'll sing your song. And I'll be there for you, No matter where you are.' 'More! More!' cried the children, but Hudson just grinned and said, 'Maybe tomorrow. But for now it's lunchtime. 'Yay!' screamed the children as Hudson came over to me. 'And who might this be?' asked Hudson. 'Hope.' I say with a smile. 'Hope Maliad.' ~♡☆♡~ Hey, that's the end of that chapter, please give me ways to improve my chapter, and ideas for the next. I would like to thank some people, first. Firstly, I would like to thank my friend for giving support and lovely comments about my writing. Also, my friend Alise, who is not yet on scratch, for the inspiration to write this. Thirdly, I would like to thank my mum for telling me that my writing skills were great, and so I would like to dedicate this chapter to her. And finally, , who is not my friend but is still and amazing writer. Thankyou to everyone who give a ♡ and a ☆, and everyone who contributes with giving me feedback as well. ~♡☆♡~ Thankyou for your support, Emma.
