The sky was darkened by thick gray clouds. The brown wooden fences that bordered colorful houses all seemed as if their color had faded away. Small drops of water slipped gracefully off of the delicate leaves to the ground. The whole scene had a certain elegance to it, however mysterious the thin veil of fog made the familiar setting appear. In the midst of it was a young girl. The scarf she wore around her thin, pale neck stood out quite obviously from the girl’s surroundings. The only things brighter than her scarf were her eyes. They were the sapphires on a silver pendant. She shivered, looking colder after each step she took along the sidewalk. Though the bag on her back was heavy, she focused intently on the box in her hands. Inside of the box was a miniature cake. Not a cupcake like most would think of upon hearing that description. But rather, a normal cake, aside from it’s unusual size. “He’d better thank me for this one,” she muttered to herself through gritted teeth. She continued her route. The white laces on her worn-out sneakers were thoroughly soaked with rainwater from the previous day. A few minutes later, she entered a large building. She sighed a content little sigh. Her steps echoed as she walked up the stairs, the blue and white backpack bouncing behind her. She clutched the box, carefully in her hands. She walked into a room full of other children that looked about her age. She hung her bag in the back of the room, setting the box down on a
doorknob, and pulled open the door. The merry-sounding bell chimed as the door creaked open, and I stepped inside, bag
Amaya jumped up with a wide grin. She knew that it was big so she wanted her friends to be there when she opened it. So she told them to bring their sleeping bags. As soon as the girls got there they darted into the living room.
All of the sudden the box slammed to a halt. A slight smile formed on her face and she let out a slight laugh. Her smile quickly vanished as a blinding light shined through the top of the box. The light was so bright she had to squint to make out anything.
Although secure in her makeshift safe house, she was by no means sheltered from the insidious scratching. The scratching was joined with another sound, one not so alarming in tone. It was a baby’s sob, sounding so hurt and in need. All of these things pounded in the girl's mind. What if it was her baby doll? Her baby needed her. She couldn’t reject her little helpless baby.
The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.
At the end of the hall there was an airy sound of a flute reverberating from Gretchen’s room. The door was open. On the opposite side of the hallway was a rack holding a rainbow of dresses. She paraded in and out of the room carrying different colored fabrics.
Peyton got to the door and slowly opened feeling the tension push on her chest with every inch the door opened. She walked in and dodged into the next room avoiding Mom.
As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.
“You heard her,” Walker grumbles, grabbing a small bag from under his bed. He slings it over his shoulder and walks out of the room. He stops beside me with a smile. He had a bag prepared, just in case. “I never doubted you for a moment,” he says. “I knew you’d return.”
The silence that blanketed the house and its land was broken by a loud scream filled with anger and frustration, and a girl stumbled out the front door. Her small body was slender and lithe, and her eyes were violet and filled with fire. She was dressed casually, in jeans and a navy blue tank top with song lyrics from
They laughed at the girl in front of them, if they could even call her that. Curled up in a ball, her face was hidden by shadows. Proving bravery among her friends, a blonde stuck her spindly wrist through the cage and poked the being. The contorted figure squirmed in the unwelcomed attention. Her eyes, chasms of secrets, met the naive blues of her viewer.
She was so amazed, that then she picked up the whole table then set it back down. She thought it was so cool what she had done then decided to make an escape plan for her and all the other kids that were there.
She pulled herself up the stairs. She then moves out to the hallway and moves towards the first door in the hallway from the stairs; Murray's
There was a sense of calm over the whole area as she pushed herself into a sitting position on the damp grass. A young woman stood over her, black hair spilling out from a ponytail at the back of her head, bangs in her face and wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Her plain black t-shirt and dark jeans were clean but worn, as if she 'd had them for a long time. Something blue stained the knee of the denim fabric. The girl was lean-framed and thin, her olive-toned skin pale. The worn black Chuck Taylors were clean as well, though the soles were peeling away and the white had turned to grey and brown in places. Her eyes were a striking blue. Who was she?
Sara pulled herself up onto her elbows. The room was dark and silent. The rectangular glass panel in the wooden door let in a small amount of light. She was frightened. A whole new world lay ahead of her, and she had no idea what it would bring.