The Silence

I stood at the top of the mountain. High and proud as my silk like hair blew back in the wind. I listened carefully. They were approaching quickly. I could hear the hard steeps getting closer. I sighed and started running down the other side of the mountain. They weren't much of a challenge to out run. I was faster, and more intelligent.


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1. Waking up in silence

 

I stood at the top of the mountain. High and proud as my silk like hair blew back in the wind. I listened carefully. They were approaching quickly. I could hear the hard steeps getting closer. I sighed and started running down the other side of the mountain. They weren't much of a challenge to out run. I was faster, and more intelligent.   

As I moved the trees around me became unknown blurs of brown nothingness. The sun was just starting to set so I knew they were going to give up. I stopped and listened again. The foot steps started to slow to a halt. I looked up and looked dead in the cold gray eyes of a my uncle. My head pounded with a ragging headache. I could tell he was shocked to see me. His normal colored face turned pale. I felt the world start to spin. Everything started to spin and get blurry. I fell to the ground and passed out into darkness.

  I woke up in an old looking room. I heard footsteps walking swiftly down the hall way. I could here the faintest sound of a music box. The velvet red blanket was draped over me. I pushed it down to my feet. I knew exactly where I was. I hated being here. I looked at the dark blue carpet. The drapes had a odd pattern of flowers on them. The walls were painted an ugly blue. I always hated my uncles style. The small nightstand next to the bed had a lamp with a white lamp shade. I looked across the room and saw the old brown dresser with the mirror pointed at me. I could see my pale reflection looking back at me. My dark green eyes that often got mistaken for being gray looked heavy. My black hair was a mess. My once pink soft lips were pressed into a hard line.  

I looked away from the mirror and my mind wondered back to the last time I was here. It was my birthday. I was turning 14. I remember when I first saw this room I though it looked like something you would see in a castle. I always had a big imagination. Believing in things I shouldn't have. That's what got me into this mess. I was told stories by my uncle every night I was here. Even though I was 14 I was still fascinated by the thought of vampires, kings, queens and werewolf. Last time I ever saw this room was before I sneaked out that last night.   

I shut my eyes before the tears swelling behind my eyes could get any bigger. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I could feel the silence around me closing in. I never liked the silence. It always brought me back to that night. That dreadful night that I can't even think about because I start to cry like a child. I never even told my uncle. I couldn't cry in front of family. I couldn't show weakness in front of them. I hated being weak. It was one of the things I had to make sure I never was. If I was weak I would quickly think how to fix it to make sure I wasn't. 

  I heard the lock on the relativity large door click to the left and get opened. It swung open reveling my uncle. He stood in the doorway for a few seconds before smiling and walking inside. He could tell I wasn't happy. He had his left hand behind his back. I wondered as to what he could be hiding. I kept my eyes locked on it. He saw this and chuckled softly.  

"Looking at this?" His raspy familiar tone spoke. He took his hand out from his back showing me a blood bag. Oh god...  He saw the want in my eyes. I glared knowing he wouldn't give it to me. He was just simply teasing me. I had a great hunger though.  

To be continued

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