Christmas is coming/ Christmas is gone

Annabelle has been through a lot. She lives in a world of chaos, filled with robots, Knights and santa fights. But all of the sudden something changes, and it might destroy her...


30. December 30th

"Tell them!" An elf screams. It's a boy, probably 13  years old, he has innocent green-blue eyes and messy blonde hair.  I feel myself sigh in exhaustion. It's so sad that a little boy has to work like this.

His eyes are filled with anger, and I know it's not because of me. I feel something deep inside, behind that boys eyes there's disappointment, sadness and sorrow. I think of myself when I was fourteen. I remember a little girl, scared and alone in the world. A girl who was different, an outsider. I remember a girl who's hair was blonde, and her eyes brown. I remember a girl that never saw her father. I remember the hate she felt, when people talked about their hero-like-dad. I remember the anger, the sorrow, and the pain that was killing the little girl from the inside. I remember her struggling. I remember her, trying to fit in, by changing herself. I remember the little girl I was, and I'm reminded of the girl I am now. I sigh and look at the boy. He's standing with a whip, but I know that deep inside of him, he's afraid to use it. He never wanted any of this.


His clothes are dirty, and he's thin. I sigh again. "What's your name?" I ask.

The little boy hesitates. He looks at me in confusion. I shake my head. "Take a deep breath. Relax your shoulders. What's your name?" I say in a calm voice.

The boy takes a deep breath, and his shoulders relax. He closes his eyes, deep in thoughts.

He opens them, and I see the tiredness. He swallows hard, and his eyes meet mine. "it's okay" I say.


"Chris" He says. I smile friendly. "Hi Chris" I say.

Chris gives me a nervous smile. "Hi"

I sigh in relief. "do you know how to turn off the recorder? And cameras?" I ask.

Chris swallows, and nods. "claudere descendit" He whispers. I look impressed at him. "Latin?" I ask. Chris just nods. I sigh in relief. "Chris. It's okay. If you don't want to go through with this.. You can just run. There's a yellow house not far from here, it's my mothers. You can hide there, I promise. I'll figure something out, you don't have to go through with this" I say in a calm voice, even though I have no idea how to 'figure something out'. I can lie and say I killed him, but that wouldn't be right.

Chris looks at me in confusion. "Why do you wanna help me?" He asks. His voice is shaking. Bitter sweet like Calebs. I swallow hard, when I think of Caleb. "Because I know what it's like to be trapped. I know anger and I want to help you so you don't end up like me" I say, and I realize my voice is shaking too. Chris just nods. "I know the house" He says. I nod. "Okay. Give me the whip, set the alarm and run. Don't look back. You probably have about 10 minutes to get to the house.. " I say. Chris swallows hard, but hands me the whip. I grab it tightly. "It's okay.. It's okay Chris.. There's food there, and if you're scared, you can run over to Williams house. Noah'll be there. He's fine I promise. Tell him that I sent you." I say, and squeeze the whip in my hand until my knuckles turn white. I don't want to show him my fears, that it'll fail. I hear some loud noise, and my heart skips a beat and Chris jumps. "go" I command, and Chris runs out a door. A few seconds later, I hear an alarm. I sigh in relief. He's fast.


I turn the whip in my hand. I suddenly know what to do. I hear the door get knocked down, and I see Howard surrounded by the knights..


I sigh in relief, and turn the whip in my hand. I look at the familiar faces, and I smile..




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