chapter 1: The Room
CHAPTER 1: THE ROOM
She walked along the floorboards of her home, boards creaking in her wake. Her breathing filtering heavily through her lungs, anxiety coursing through her veins; as she fears of getting caught sneaking around the house. She looks up at a grandfather clock, hands ticking away reading 3 o’clock at night. She gulps nervously, sweat dripping down her forehead. The patter of her feet gets louder among the house settling, boards creaking near every step till she finally reaches her destination, the kitchen.
Her arms reach up, grabbing the cupboard handles, pulling them open and grabbing a cup. Lights turn on abruptly, she whips around with the cup in a tight grip and sees her father staring at her heatedly. “What do you think you are doing Sealla?” Her father says, with a stern and annoyed tone.
She gulps at his antagonizing gaze, “j-just getting a drink of water father.” She replies with her head down not meeting his gaze, tone meek and quiet to not get in trouble.
Her father’s eyes hardened in a glare, “you disobeyed my rules, now you have to face the consequences.” His tone gets dark as he spews out those words.
Seallas eyes widened with fear, her body trembling at the thought of being in ‘that room’ “p-please not that room, i-i’ll be good.” She says body trembling, tone shaky filled with fear.
His gaze never left her shakey form, “ get to your room, be grateful for my mercy.” he spews out the words with hate.
Sealla nods her head and turns around forgetting the cup and getting a drink, heading straight upstairs. Tears threatened to prick her eyes but she did not allow them to flow down. As she reaches the door and opens it, she is greeted to a dark room with no light, mattress on the floor and very little to no clothes in a pile on the floor. She walks in closing the door and changes into a pair of sweats and her sleep hoodie too big for her 5 ’4 slender frame. Her golden rose irises prick with tears as she gets on the mattress with a thin blanket, seeking a form of comfort. She slowly drifts off into a deep slumber.
In the dream
In Sealla slumber, her dreams begin to manifest from bright blue skies, in daisy and lavender fields miles out, hills over the vastness of the fields. Till out in the distance, Sealla squints her eyes trying to see better in the distance. A darkness starts to come in angry distributed clouds, thunder and lightning crackling inside getting faster among the fields. She stands up and runs for her life, but the dark ominous clouds engulf her, sinking her in the bottomless pits of darkness.
As darkness ensues her surroundings dulling her senses, her eyes open being blinded by bright light, she blinks to fix her vision. She sees white walls enclosed around her, looking around; she sees blood stains on the walls and floor, along with a table full of various ‘tools’ and strange liquids in vials and syringes. Her eyes widen realizing she’s in the room. Her breathing becomes heavy and she sees a black pair of shoes. Her eyes widened in fear recognizing those shoes. ‘Father’ her thoughts, tell her. Her body starts trembling, slowly looking up seeing the cruelty glint in his eyes while he is holding a hammer.
“Next time this will teach you from disobeying your rules.” her father sneers at her, raising the hammer and goes to strike her leg…
End of dream
Her body jolts up from her slumber at the end of the dream, body shaking from the peril whimpering from fear and sniffles with tears spilling from her eyes. Suddenly pounding comes from her door, she flinches and breathes heavily, standing up, hesitantly walking to the door and opens it and her eyes widen. Looking up seeing ocean blue eyes in a cold gaze, staring at me. “Come on sis, we’re gonna be late for school.” he says in a soft and gentle tone, a stark contrast from father. She looks up shocked from the gentle tone of his 6 ’1 foot frame, looks at what he is wearing a black t-shirt with black jeans and a really nice pair of shoes. Sealla nods letting him know, with that nod her older brother, Soren, turns and walks down the stairs.
Relieved seeing her brother leave her door frame while she closes the door and turns around getting dressed in her best clothes she has at her disposal from the mini pile of clothes. She grabs a bright blue t-shirt but has holes and jeans that are ripped but fits her body. She breathes, brushing her hair and puts on one of her good hoodies and leaves her room going down the stairs. As she heads down the stairs she makes it to the end of the staircase; her eyes wandering upward landing on her father and her brother. Her gaze quickly looks down, not meeting their heated glances.
Without a single word, her father turns and walks out the door in a hastened pace. She walks out and her brother takes the passenger seat while she sits in the back of a Chevy convertible. At the start of the engine, they drove off to school, her first day in a new school…
