[HP]Aluet

My real life started from this simple and poor place.

It was an empty, undecorated hut, save for an old wardrobe, a wooden chair, and an iron bed.

I sat on the gray blanket, and the moonlight shone through the window on the book in my hand.

I suddenly realized that it was already late at night.

Tomorrow's outing can't make me feel the slightest expectation.This is really not a good place - Wu's Orphanage.Every child was looked after with reasonable care, but there was no doubt that the atmosphere was almost always gloomy and depressing.

I twirled the ring on my index finger.More than once I've thought about taking it off so I might forget about all the bad things like the new burns I got today.

But again and again I gave up on the idea.I know very well that there is no point in living in the tranquility weaved with escape.For me, this kind of self-deception is extremely unnecessary. I can digest all the unhappiness well. I have long been used to keeping silent and calm at all times, and even long to sink forever in darkness and death .

The undisguised laughter next to me stimulated my eardrums.

I can't remember how many times this was the first time I fell down the stairs. I should have patted my clothes numbly to endure the pain and got up to leave, but this time, my head hit something hard.

All kinds of chaotic noises poured into my ears, and the laughter around me stopped abruptly.I propped myself up and stood up, touched my forehead, the warm and viscous liquid blocked my eyes.

I heard someone scream, and the sound of footsteps gradually moved away.Then I numbly raised my head, wiped the blood around my eyes, and saw a blurry figure standing in front of me.

He was tall for a child of about ten years old, with black hair and a pale complexion.

It wasn't until he got closer that I saw his face clearly.I thought he did something to make Weir and Wright leave me.I even have a rare sense of gratitude.

"thanks……"

I swallowed the ending sound abruptly.His dark gray eyes gave me a cold glance and walked over, brushing my shoulder.

At that moment, I knew that he didn't do anything, and he didn't want to care about me at all.

I myself stumbled to Mrs. Cole, who took me to the wound.She is used to me getting some skin trauma from time to time, but this time it was a little more serious. When I said I fell down the stairs, she didn't suspect anything.

She may think that I am such a rough child, not at all like an honest and responsible little girl, and I have never refuted this.

Alone, away from the crowd, I sat on the reef and put my legs in the water until my shoes became heavy and the corner of my robe turned dark gray.

I was fascinated by the reflection on the water surface. There seemed to be something in the dark water that could make me feel at ease. The rippling ripples blurred the scars on my face, attracting me to approach and fall.At that moment, I had a thought of wanting to sink into the bottom of the sea along with the sand.

I bent down and stretched out my hands to reach the stones in the water.I almost fell headlong into the water, but fortunately I realized it and subconsciously supported the nearby reef, but the ring got stuck in the gap between the rocks.

I could only tentatively step into the sea which was not too deep and not too shallow, fish it out, and then climbed up to the reef. As a result, my foot slipped and fell on the ground, and the ring flew out and landed not far in front of me.

One hand picked up the ring.

I look up.It was the boy from before.He played with my ring as if he were holding a ready-to-throw pebble.

"Give it back to me." I patted the gravel off my robe and stood up, stretched out my hand to him, and added, "—thank you."

"You don't need to thank me all the time." His cold eyes flashed a hint of sarcasm and superior disdain, "It's not yours anymore."

I froze for a moment, not knowing what he meant, so I could only explain patiently: "It's mine. I've been wearing it since I was a child."

"I said—I don't care about that. It's not yours anymore, understand?"

His gaze gave me chills—but it was mine!I worked up the courage to follow him as he turned to leave.

"It's really mine, give it back, it means a lot to me."

He frowned and said in a low tone, "Get out."

"What's your name? Give it back to me, please, or I'll go to Mrs. Cole—" I suddenly felt my body froze, and my feet seemed to be frozen in place.

He turned his head and still looked at me with that indifferent look, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth: "Tom Riddle. Go find it and see what it will do."

I anxiously wanted to stop him: "You can't take it—"

Just as I was speaking, my tongue suddenly seemed to be knotted and I couldn’t make a sound. I couldn’t control it in time, and bit myself hard, a fishy sweetness came out of my mouth, and the pain made me shed tears.

……

I lost my ring.

I racked my brains to think about it, it seems to have fallen on the beach yesterday, didn't it?Maybe it was picked up by someone else.

But it might not be that simple. If the ring is lost, my memory probably has problems, so there must be no good things.

I looked at the inexplicable scars and blood scabs on my body.I knew I must have forgotten something important.

The face of a brown-haired girl came closer to me, staring at me with big blue eyes. Her face was covered with freckles, and she looked very surprised: "Isn't this Field? You seem to be in a good mood today?"

An extremely uncomfortable feeling rose in my heart.She snickered, picked up the pumpkin juice she was holding and handed it to me.

I hesitated: "I don't like pumpkin juice."

She looked even more surprised.The other two girls next to her also poked their heads curiously, showing that they were watching a play.

"What did you say?"

"I don't like pumpkin juice. Are you?"

She widened her eyes and laughed: "I am? I am Wendy Weir, dear, are you pretending to have amnesia with me?"

Losing a ring is indeed a very troublesome thing, but why do I have no impression of a person at all?

"Sorry... I lost something, maybe..."

"Did you see that, Jessica, Ada? She's faking amnesia." She put a bite of baked potato into her mouth in surprise.Several girls laughed one after another.

"Come on, Wendy, you don't want to explain to her, do you?"

There was another burst of harsh laughter.

Weir snorted coldly, pinched my face and poured pumpkin juice into my mouth.The strong pumpkin smell rushed straight from my mouth to my nostrils. I was choked up and coughed a few times, feeling like my stomach was about to vomit out.

Their laughter became more wild in my ears.

I stood up abruptly, the table was shaken by the touch, and I left under their mocking and unexpected gazes.

I lowered my head and covered my mouth and ran outside, crashing straight into someone's arms.Before I could react, he took a step back to distance himself, frowning and looking at me in disgust.

"sorry."

I apologized and was about to walk past him when I suddenly saw something fall out of him.

In just one second, the ring flew back into his hand steadily by itself.

"How could it be with you?"

"What did you say?"

I patiently explained to him: "My ring - I lost it yesterday, did you find it?"

He glanced at me coldly, seemingly puzzled.

"Can you give it back? It means a lot to me." I asked.

He weighed the ring in his hand: "You said the same thing yesterday. If you think this trick works for me, then you are really wrong."

"What are you talking about?" I was baffled.

He ignored me and wanted to leave.I grabbed his hand in a hurry, and he quickly threw me away as if he touched something dirty, looking surprised and annoyed: "Get out."

"you can not do that."

"Go away." He thought for a while, and then repeated it ruthlessly.

"Who are you?" I don't understand why he took my things and didn't return them to me.

The light in his eyes became even colder: "Tom Riddle. Don't make me repeat it for the third time. If you want to say it, try it. I didn't stop you. Let me see you again, and your end will be worse than It was a hundred times worse yesterday, trust me."

Fear and coldness ran through my body, and I couldn't muster up the courage to follow up and ask for the ring.I feel scared and helpless, but no one will help me.

I don't know what will happen after losing the ring, I don't even know if I will remember everything in the morning.Thinking that there might be terrible things waiting for me at some point, until the middle of the night, I dared not fall asleep with sleepy eyes.

After thinking about it for a long time, I took out a notebook, opened the blank first page, and wrote the names of the people who had troubled me.

"Wendy Weir"

"Jessica Wright"

"..."

"Tom Riddle"

I didn't think of more content to write, so I couldn't help falling into a deep sleep.

I had a fairly uneventful few days.

Maybe not smooth, because I know very well that even if something bad happens, I will forget it the next day without the ring.

I tripped at the door.I looked back, and a few figures smiled and hid back in the darkness.I ignored them and walked towards the sun-shaded bushes.

Billy Stubbs sits under a tree petting his rabbit.

He is usually nice to me, he is my only friend here.He also told me bad things about Weil today, and Weir kicked his rabbit, and he still can't remember it, and he's been annoyed all day about it-Billy picked up a little while ago The hare, he raised it as a treasure.

"I'm telling you, Ashley, Vail is really bad, she bullies you all the time, she doesn't even let a rabbit go—"

"She always bullies me?"

"Did you forget again? What's the matter with you? I've reminded you for several days, why don't you hide?"

"I lost my ring and I can't remember it."

"Forget it, I remind you every day, stay away from them—you will never forget me, right?"

"Will not."

"That's all right - I went to play with them, and Root will lend you 2 minutes."

I smiled and he put the rabbit in my arms and went on to play with the boys.

"Whoa-"

A huge pile of leaves fell on me, and I shook my hair and squinted up. "Billy?"

There was no response, and a book fell heavily from the branch above my head and hit me in front of me, sending up leaves all over the place.I heard a scream not far away: "Your book—how did your book go there, Dennis?"

I stood up with Root in my arms and picked up the book with my other hand.

"Put it down." A cold voice appeared next to my ear.

I was taken aback by his tone, and looked at this strange boy in amazement: "You... your book?"

He stared at me without speaking.

I patted the dust off the book and handed it to him: "I'm sorry, here you are. Your name is Dennis, right?"

He frowned fiercely: "What's wrong with you?"

I stayed where I was, not understanding what was going on.

"Tom Riddle."

I reacted for a second, knowing that I had identified the wrong person, he was not the Dennis they said: "Okay, Tom, I'm sorry—"

"Don't call me Tom." There was a gleam in his dark gray eyes, and he snatched the book from my hand and threw it, looking past me and behind me.

"My book! What are you doing?" An angry but timid voice came from not far behind me.

"Say one more word, and you will be like that book." As soon as he finished speaking, the book suddenly fell apart, and pages floated up in disorder.Dennis' face turned pale all of a sudden, he muttered a few curse words and stepped back.

Riddle's eyes turned to me this time: "Unfortunately, I saw you again."

"Sorry...but we didn't know each other before, right?"

"Still pretending?" He approached me a few steps, and I staggered back in fright, leaning against the tree trunk.

"You should pray for yourself that you don't meet me. It seems that you obviously didn't take my words to heart."

"Wh-what?" He reached out his hand amidst my terrified expression, and took off the clip on my head, but his immature and delicate face was icy cold to the bone.He was obviously a likable boy, but he was able to say chilling things.

"The second thing. It's just a warning." He glanced at the rabbit in my arms, and Root, who had been obediently lying in my arms, jumped down without warning, throwing himself over on his side.

He raised his eyes and stared at me again. The close gaze made me feel a strong sense of condescending menace from him. My hairs stood on end and I trembled in fear.

"Next time, have a longer memory."

"I'm sorry...I see."