Rachel's final fan fiction

I do not own the rights nor anything else related to the movie "Orphan".I hope you guys enjoy reading my first FF. :)



“Ah……..” I murmur under my breath. I could barely move my fingers and my whole body felt as if it was paralysed. I smell wet soil beneath my skin and then I finally realise I am lying on the edge of the pond like a near dead fish.

 The very last scene I remember before passing out was when Kate kicked me off into the hole in a frozen pond. As I sunk down, Kate’s silhouette blurred before my eyes and the incidents that I had caused in Coleman’s family flashed rapidly through my head.


All of a sudden, a bright ray of light shines onto my eyes and I feel alive, once again. Unable to open my eyes after such a long time in darkness, I blink several times before I eventually opened them wide enough to look around. I whisper, “I am not in heaven. I am lying on the ground- I can feel it.”

I burst into tears, doubtful I am still alive. It seems like a message sent from god that he has not abandoned me yet, that this would be the last chance he gives me and I am not to make any mistake from now on. I clench my fists as firm as I can so that the fingernails make a mark on my palms. I try to concentrate on the noises in the background. I hear the sound of a clear stream flowing nearby and rush to where the sound is coming from. I was starving and thirsty so I gulp down the water like a hippo. While I was wired into drinking, I notice that my make-up has been all smudged on the reflection of the water. I gently wash my face off in order to look like a nine-year-old girl again.

Walking on a long path along the bush, I pick up a worn out rag on the ground, put it around my neck and rip the rest off to hide my wrist which were full of stitches. When I look up the sky and thanked for god’s little gift, I spot a small house where smoke was belching out from the chimney.

I knock on the door, soon I hear a squeaking noise getting clearer and louder as it approached to the door. Finally the door opens. “Oh my goodness, Are you okay?” an old lady looks at me very concerned. However, I calmly ask for a favour “Yes, I am okay.  I just need to get out of this bush to find my parents. Could you please lend me some money for the bus? I beg you.” I make sure that my begging seems realistic, “Of course, hang on a second.” I smile trying not to show my teeth because they are all ruined. She brings coins and asks me questions. “Do you know any of their numbers? I can call police” in a very worrying voice. “No thank you, I am very appreciated by your help, but I can handle it myself. Thank you again, good bye” I reject her request at once and quickly disappeared into the path and arrived to the bus stop.

On the bus, I start to get frustrated by how slow the time was ticking extremely slowly as I am desperate to finish the rest of them off. Undoubtedly, I am blind with revenge in my heart. My mind, full of anger made my heart pounce very hard just like the time when I got refused by John Coleman, that silly man.

When I wake up from a little nap, outside is pitch black. However, I can sense that I am almost at the hospital where Kate and Max were staying. When I got off the bus, I take a big breath and released all my anxiety. I walk up to the reception, anxious that she would become suspicious, “Excuse me, I came here to see my best friend, Max Coleman, could you tell me know her ward is?” She gives me a short glance before returning to the computer screen. I assume that she is too exhausted to even care about how I was dressed.  “It’s ward 608.” She replied back coldly. I cheerfully walk into the lift. I think of all possible ways I could murder her without a delay.

This time, I am confident in murdering her because she is an easy target- Deaf and mute. Yet, one thing that still worries me is that woman Kate, the biggest obstacle. As soon as I get off the lift, I see a long white hallway bringing back the past where Kate slapped me. The fury in me rises up but I know I have to stay calm or everything will be ruined. I go straight down the hallway and saw nurse’s mobile tray. All of a sudden, an episode of a scientific crime investigation drama comes up in my mind. I grab a syringe and slip it up my sleeve without hesitation smiling like an evil. Checking every room number on the door, I come to a stop at last in front of a sign reading 608. I enter the room and see Max was sleeping. I bet this is her last time to sleep in peace. I sneak up on her. “I knew watching such drama would give me some ideas one day.” I gently put my fingers on her neck tries to spot the blood vessel. Disturbed by my touch, Max opens her eyes widely with fright. “Oh, shhh… it will finish very soon, just stay still. Do you remember that pigeon your brother shot?” I speak sign language to her and she nods which seems more like a frightened shake. “If you don’t want to end up like that, you better stay calm right now,” I hold on to the syringe which feels like the trigger of a gun. Allowing some air into it I then inject it into her neck. Max starts to groan with pain as the blood coagulates. Seeing one suffer is always the best part but I hurry to leave at the sound of a siren outside. I stay at a blind spot of the hallway and soon a doctor and his assistances rush into Max’s room. Couple of minutes later, Kate, looking pale with shock bang madly on the closed ward door and starts to yell out my name with wrath. The wailing sounds like a beautiful tune I have ever heard and I whisper gently, “Kate, you deserve to suffer. I cannot wait to murder you next time.”