From heaven, an angel fell.

Sometime later, will the angel rise to the clouds of heaven again.

Violet Cherie's POV

I watched from behind the glass window of the door as the little children searched for their presents underneath the well decorated Christmas tree that was covered in lights. A smile crept onto my face as the room was filled of laughter and giggles from the kids who were jumping up and down in excitement.

I wish I was free and joyful like that.

Something nudged my right shoulder and I turned my head around, only to see my best friend and colleague, Darcy Steve. "Watching the children, huh?" He grinned his heart melting grin as his warm brown eyes sparkled at me before continuing. "Thanks to you they get gifts on Christmas... I should call you Santa from now onwards."

I smiled softly at him and turned my attention back to the children that now were all scattered around the room trying to unwrap their gifts. I have been working at this orphanage for 2 years.

I don't speak to others, it's not that I'm mute or anything, but I prefer listen to people rather than talk. I'm too scared to speak, the horrid memories still haunt me till this day.

There was a week left for Christmas. Like every other year, I went Christmas shopping with my little amount of savings for Christmas gifts for the children at this orphanage. They work hard all year in their studies and sports yet, they don't get presents at all since the orphanage cannot afford it. So for the last 2 years I've been gift shopping for Christmas presents to make the children happy, keeping it a secret of course.

The children believe that Santa brings them the gifts and my other colleagues aren't aware that I buy the gifts, except Darcy and the principal, but I really don't care about anything but making the kids happy cause it makes me feel peaceful seeing their beautiful smiles.

Turning my attention back towards Darcy, I kissed his cheek in a friendly way, only to see a red tinged blush rise to his cheeks. Even though we were not blood related, Darcy was like a real sibling for me. Unlike the so called 'loving' family that I live with, all they do is abuse me and taunt me with hurtful and mean words.

"What was that for?" He asked me as he raised his eyebrows, which made him look adorable. Darcy thinks that I suffer with a speaking disability so he understands that I don't speak. But he doesn't know the truth about my life for which I'm glad about cause I'm scared that he'd treat me differently if he finds out my deepest secrets.

I giggled at his reaction and shook my head, then pointed down towards the corridor that led towards the staff room. "Oh... you're leaving, Violet?" He asked me softly and I nodded my head. It was my time to leave the orphanage as it was almost 4 o'clock.

Darcy is the deputy principal of this orphanage and he's 25. Lexie Anally is the principle of this school at the age of 25 too. Her mother was the principal of this orphanage years ago but she sadly passed away, so Lexie Anally has been the principal ever since.

"Alright, you can go now. I'll let Ms Anally know that you're leaving." He paused for a moment before suddenly pinching both of my cheeks which he often did, then pecked my forehead. He ran as fast as he could down the opposite way of the corridor which led to the principle's office.

"BYE VIVI!" he yelled childishly calling me by the nickname he gave to me which I loved. Vivi.

I laughed at him as he tripped slightly making a screech sound, then regained his balance before waving at me and exiting through the doors.

Darcy makes me laugh all the time while playing his silly jokes. The first time we met, he made me laugh so much that I forgot all my worries, depression and horrid memories from my past and present.

I walked to the staff room as my footsteps were echoing down the silent and lonely corridor. As usual, I gazed at the beautiful artwork hung up on the corridor walls that were made by the children here. Every picture had a hidden meaning to it, happiness or pain, still had a message buried deep inside it.

Once I gathered all my belongings from my locker in the staff room, I exited the building as a fresh gust of the evening air hit me. I shivered a little. My thin jumper especially wasn't holding down freezing temperature. As I walked towards the bus stop, which was a walkable distance from the orphanage, I noticed that the sky had gotten a lot darker. The sky was a navy blue and the street lights were turned on, illuminating the area.

I hugged my arms tightly around my torso for warmth as I sat on a bench at the bus stop, patiently waiting for the bus to arrive. When the bus finally arrived I wasted no time hurrying inside it and grabbing a seat for myself, which wasn't a hassle cause the bus was empty.

Various Christmas lights that decorated several houses blurred past as the bus drove. The festive season of Christmas was here, I thought to myself. The bus drove for a while before coming to a halt, indicating that I reached my stop. I got off the bus and walked in the direction that I had memorized off by heart, until I reached my house.

I silently fished my keys out of my jeans pocket and unlocked the front door. The house was pitch black with no light source meaning my mom, stepdad and stepsister were probably asleep. It was lucky for me since I wouldn't have to face them and suffer through their vicious taunts.

My mom and stepsister hate the fact that I return home everyday, they hope that in some miraculous way I would be banished forever from their lives. They only want to see me in pain, that would be their satisfaction. As for my stepdad, he just taunts me. He hates me just like the rest of my family. He calls me names and describes to everyone of how much of a hassle I am and how much he'd want to get rid of me.

How did I end up in this horrid life where my own family hates me?

Part of the question was easily explainable. I am the child of a nightstand my mom had with another man. At that time, my mom was married to my beloved dad, Farris. My dad didn't abandon us when he found out my mom's nasty truth, he accepted me. And when I was born, my dad took care of me as I grew up, he treated me as if I were his own daughter while my mom was out partying with her friends.

My mom despised me since the day I was born and I still didn't know why. Years later when I was 6, my dad died because of an accident. I was heartbroken. He was my only bestfriend and parent that I had ever loved. That was only when the terror had started in my life. My mom immediately married another man named Mark, who had a child about 4 years older than me, named Christy. They now are my stepsister and stepdad.

Before I could ever register my surroundings, I felt a hand wrapping itself around my hair and neck. I yelped in pain. "Where have you been bit*h?" That distatefull voice belonged to my stepsister, Christy. I fell to the floor when she lunged at my legs. I stared up at her silhouette with tears welling in my eyes.

"You shouldn't have come back home." She snarled as she kicked my stomach, making me groan internally in pain. I couldn't and wouldn't let her see me in pain, but every time I try to be brave against her abuse and torture, it ends up in hurtful consequences.

"I wish you were gone that day I almost ended you." she slurred kicked me in my head this time, making my head spin. I felt the regular warm sensation of blood leaking down my forehead. She probably was drunk, serving her own problems this day and was lashing her anger on me.

"Your 11th birthday." She said with a fake, bitter and sugar-coated voice. My breath hitched when she said those words. Memories of the past flickered throughout my mind. My hands and body trembled as sweat trickled down my head.

They will never do it again.

He left this town years ago.

There is no chance or way that history can repeat itself.

"You are an embarrassment." I felt another kick at my stomach and I rolled over, giving up. I was too vulnerable towards this abuse. What have I done in life so much to deserve this punishment?

Am I just an embarrassment to my family?

Negative questions filled up my mind. Asking if my life was worth or not.

Maybe it wasn't.

Maybe one day I'll escape from this hellish nightmare of a life, when I would be gone. My eyes were fluttering as the darkness was consuming my mind.

"Useless." She sneered before she turned around and walked away as her heavy footsteps thumped against the wooden floor. I laid limp on the ground as my mind and eyes were shutting down on their own accord.

Some part of me wanted to protect and stand up for myself in front of these wicked monsters, that I called family. But what was the use? It always ended up as me being defeated by them viciously and brutally. I groaned and finally gave into the darkness.

Please help me dada.