Mrs. Mills's Office - Part 1

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• An orphanage for beautiful eyes    She likes nails

  "Here we have the canteen. We call this place the Courtroom. Whenever there was a serious problem in the orphanage, something that required punishing someone or giving some important message, we would gather there with Mrs. Mills and Rachel. There they issued their verdicts and announcements. Mrs. Mills also selected her victims here. The kids she takes to the Palace of Lights." Dorothy led me to the cafeteria I saw earlier. The room itself was indeed quite large, and almost all of its space was filled with long tables. The decor was very simple, even austere. As if we were in the army. My eyes caught a row of windows by one of the walls. They were all closed. "There's a kitchen there. At least we think so. The doors and windows are always closed, but the food comes out at the same time every day. But nobody eats it." Dorothy r

• An orphanage for beautiful eyes    One-eyed Dorothy

  "Wait, wait ... There's something I don't understand here ... You're saying that both of our perspectives are true, aren't you? Does it mean that the furniture is here and at the same time not here?" I asked, trying to throw out of my head for a moment the thought that all this is impossible. I may be a coward, but at least I want to know what's going on around me. It will turn out that the toilet will eat me if I am not careful. I was staring hard at Edna's back, holding her sleeve tightly, which didn't bother her. The girl led me confidently across the corridor as if she had done it many times before. "Everyone sees something different here and every thing they saw at one time was or will be here some other time." She said quite mysteriously. I frowned a

• An orphanage for beautiful eyes    Corridor "Forward and Backward"

  "Are you the "new" one?" Almost immediately from the corridor emerged a tall girl in a bun with a bandage on one eye. She was dressed in a modest knee-length dress. It was a poorer version of Rachel's dress and in green color. It matched her eyes and made her feel like a nice girl. She was slim and the dress emphasized her figure. I nodded, a bit confused, and the girl looked at Rachel displeased. She seemed disgusted with the Rachel presence, but she didn't even flinch at such a visible reaction. She just stood there staring at the point in front of her as if she couldn't move her head in either direction. "Come on, I'll show you around. My name is Edna. What do they call you?" She asked, moving calmly forward, but she didn't take her eyes off me. I frowned a bi

• An orphanage for beautiful eyes    Mrs. Mills's Office - Part 2

  "It just so happens that I found a wonderful way to prevent this from happening and I am delighted with this discovery. Therefore, despite the fact that you went abroad and offended me, I will gladly show you something beautiful in return. I have always been told that along with beauty I was born gracious too. I assure you that your eyes will sparkle with joy for the rest of your life!" Mrs. Mills spoke excitedly, and I could see the crawling streaks on the floor drew their attention almost entirely to my mother's chair. They gathered under it and crawled. They swirled around each other more and more taking the form of... leeches. "Perhaps, with such a pleasant atmosphere, I will think a little about the decision on the money ..." Finally offered Mrs. Mills in a tempting voice to which my mother finally moved violently. She prob

• An orphanage for beautiful eyes    Mrs. Mills's Office - Part 1

  A young woman sat in front of me. Younger than my mother, but the atmosphere around her smile gave me the creeps. The office we were in was lit by a large and old lamp made of leather and tassels and a chandelier hanging above us, but I had the impression that there was something strange above this woman's shoulders, a darkness hidden behind her leather armchair. I squinted my eyes to see it better, but it disappeared and reappeared as if it were just a mist in the wind that mocks me. Plays with my eyes like an illusion. The room was quite large, certainly bigger than mine. There was a large brown rug on the creaking floor with a strange picture on it, but I couldn't see exactly what it was. On either side were large bookshelves filled with floor-to-ceiling books, and in the corner next to the doo

• An orphanage for beautiful eyes    Prologue - "Me" on the wall.

  "If only I hadn't given birth to you ..." A woman was talking to me with bags under her eyes, very pale skin and protruding ribs. The dress hung on her as if on a hanger. She reached for another bottle, which she uncorked with her teeth, or at least tried. Her teeth were too weak. Yellow like flowers in my neighbor's garden. "You look at me with those strange eyes of yours. Do you think that if you remind me of your father, I'll forgive you? Stupid brat. All you do is hide in the bathtub. You think I don't know about this? Look at me!" She exclaimed, throwing the bottle at me and it shattered beside me. I huddled against the wall with a screech. A dark liquid that smelled strangely began to seep into the wood and flow towards me, but I only looked into the black eyes. Staring at me with hatred and anger.