It was a dark night. The moon was hidden by shadow, nor did the stars dare to shine. The poisoning sound of screams could be heard only to me as I hid in the cabinet of our bathroom. Tears streamed down my face, but I was smart enough not to sob with them.
The only light I had was that slivering it’s way through the crack of the cabinet doors. Sweat had my hair sticking to my neck, and my ankle throbbed with pain from twisting it earlier. My eyes widened and I held my breath. that is because suddenly everything was silent, until all that could be heard was the footsteps of an obviously large man.
“Come on darling. We know you’re here somewhere. You’ll come out for your uncle won’t you?” The man said, his voice gruff. It was filled with a somewhat teasing sound. I felt a large distaste squirm into my mouth. Uncle. A word I would never know this man by again. I shuffled my five-year-old body farther into the cabinet.
All was silent for a minute or two, the air seemed to still along with the silence. The shadow of the man covered the crack between the cabinet doors, blocking out my light. At the moment my fear of darkness didn’t seem all that important, but it did manage to bring more tears flooding out of my eyes. The man I once called uncle sighed. “Very well then. We’ll have to convince you.” He said, the sound of a snap following his voice.
There was the sound of more footsteps. To clamored together to tell how many people there were. My eyes widened at the sound of a whimper. They had her. My mother. Her cries could be heard, even, through a rag that muffled them out. They were making her cry that loud, and they had gagged her. “No!” I cried, instantly covering my mouth afterward. It was to late though, my hiding spot had been figured out.
The cabinet doors were open in a matter of seconds. The light flooding in only gave me the power to blink when I was grabbed roughly by the collar of my shirt and thrusted out of the hiding space. I stared up in horror at the man who had tugged me out. He was covered in blood. I hardly recognized him. His tall wide figure wasn’t what gave him away though. Neither was it the beard. It was the eyes. Filled with the desire for blood. At this moment, my blood.
I swallowed a shriek and simply cried some more. I looked away from his dark sea blue eyes, and met those of my mother. They were filled with anguish and fear. A rag covered her mouth, and her long beautiful golden hair dangled at her shoulders. Like that of most of her body, it had been turned red. I hadn’t noticed a moment ago, but this room stenched of blood.
I wrinkled my nose. I stared at my mother, hoping the fear didn’t show in my eyes like it did hers. “Mama..” that word escaped my mouth, and tears began to stream down her face. A hand went to my cheek and I was forced to stare at the horrible man behind all of this. He simply grinned at me.
“Do it.” He said, forcing me to look back at my mother. Suddenly, flames danced around her, and she screamed out in pain. My eyes widened, and I did that of what she did. Scream that is.
“Mama!!” I screamed, struggling to get away from this man’s grip. But, no it wasn’t happening. He held me in place, forcing me to watch my mother melt away into disgusting blobs of unidentifiable skin. I was dry of tears now, and my throat stung from screaming.
My uncle turned me back towards him. The same grin was plastered on his face. He looked like a mad man, but hey. I think he was. I stared around him, desperately looking for help. All I got was grins from his friends, even other family members. Eventually his gaze was forced back into mine, and he said two simple words that terrified me far more than any other ever had.
“Your turn.” Next thing I knew that horrid pain of a knife was upon me. I stared, tears returning. He carved two simple initials into my arm S.B. The knife was next brought to my face. I screamed. Suddenly, there was no pain. Nothing. Everything just disappeared. Even myself.
My eyes shot open and I sat up in bed. Sweat trickled down my arms, and my face was wet from crying. I stared around desperately, looking for safe surroundings. I saw that of my room. Just a dream. More like a memory it seemed. I stared at the window; the night was like that of my dream. Memory. Whichever. I shuddered, my hand absentmindedly wandering to my wrist, tracing the scars.
S.B. I quickly brought my hand away from my arm. I turned over my arm and stared at my wrist. S.B. I took a sharp intake of breath, realizing it really was a memory. I stared around again, calming myself. I had to remember something. It was just a memory. The pale white of my room seemed to glow. The posters and doodles I had hung up, brought a homey feeling to me. I was here at my room in my Aunt’s house. I pushed my fuzzy blanket off and brought my feet to the familiar carpet. I slowly opened the door, allowing just a bit of the hall light to come in.
I walked to the bathroom, and looked at myself. My dirty blond hair flared out around my head, crazy form sleep. My face was red. It was puffy under my eyes. Which looked miserable under that dark green color. I sighed, and brushed my hair, the air around me still with silence. After doing so, I managed to calm myself down and slowly slip back into bed.
I eventually fell asleep, meeting the nightmares from my past that awaited me there.
The only light I had was that slivering it’s way through the crack of the cabinet doors. Sweat had my hair sticking to my neck, and my ankle throbbed with pain from twisting it earlier. My eyes widened and I held my breath. that is because suddenly everything was silent, until all that could be heard was the footsteps of an obviously large man.
“Come on darling. We know you’re here somewhere. You’ll come out for your uncle won’t you?” The man said, his voice gruff. It was filled with a somewhat teasing sound. I felt a large distaste squirm into my mouth. Uncle. A word I would never know this man by again. I shuffled my five-year-old body farther into the cabinet.
All was silent for a minute or two, the air seemed to still along with the silence. The shadow of the man covered the crack between the cabinet doors, blocking out my light. At the moment my fear of darkness didn’t seem all that important, but it did manage to bring more tears flooding out of my eyes. The man I once called uncle sighed. “Very well then. We’ll have to convince you.” He said, the sound of a snap following his voice.
There was the sound of more footsteps. To clamored together to tell how many people there were. My eyes widened at the sound of a whimper. They had her. My mother. Her cries could be heard, even, through a rag that muffled them out. They were making her cry that loud, and they had gagged her. “No!” I cried, instantly covering my mouth afterward. It was to late though, my hiding spot had been figured out.
The cabinet doors were open in a matter of seconds. The light flooding in only gave me the power to blink when I was grabbed roughly by the collar of my shirt and thrusted out of the hiding space. I stared up in horror at the man who had tugged me out. He was covered in blood. I hardly recognized him. His tall wide figure wasn’t what gave him away though. Neither was it the beard. It was the eyes. Filled with the desire for blood. At this moment, my blood.
I swallowed a shriek and simply cried some more. I looked away from his dark sea blue eyes, and met those of my mother. They were filled with anguish and fear. A rag covered her mouth, and her long beautiful golden hair dangled at her shoulders. Like that of most of her body, it had been turned red. I hadn’t noticed a moment ago, but this room stenched of blood.
I wrinkled my nose. I stared at my mother, hoping the fear didn’t show in my eyes like it did hers. “Mama..” that word escaped my mouth, and tears began to stream down her face. A hand went to my cheek and I was forced to stare at the horrible man behind all of this. He simply grinned at me.
“Do it.” He said, forcing me to look back at my mother. Suddenly, flames danced around her, and she screamed out in pain. My eyes widened, and I did that of what she did. Scream that is.
“Mama!!” I screamed, struggling to get away from this man’s grip. But, no it wasn’t happening. He held me in place, forcing me to watch my mother melt away into disgusting blobs of unidentifiable skin. I was dry of tears now, and my throat stung from screaming.
My uncle turned me back towards him. The same grin was plastered on his face. He looked like a mad man, but hey. I think he was. I stared around him, desperately looking for help. All I got was grins from his friends, even other family members. Eventually his gaze was forced back into mine, and he said two simple words that terrified me far more than any other ever had.
“Your turn.” Next thing I knew that horrid pain of a knife was upon me. I stared, tears returning. He carved two simple initials into my arm S.B. The knife was next brought to my face. I screamed. Suddenly, there was no pain. Nothing. Everything just disappeared. Even myself.
My eyes shot open and I sat up in bed. Sweat trickled down my arms, and my face was wet from crying. I stared around desperately, looking for safe surroundings. I saw that of my room. Just a dream. More like a memory it seemed. I stared at the window; the night was like that of my dream. Memory. Whichever. I shuddered, my hand absentmindedly wandering to my wrist, tracing the scars.
S.B. I quickly brought my hand away from my arm. I turned over my arm and stared at my wrist. S.B. I took a sharp intake of breath, realizing it really was a memory. I stared around again, calming myself. I had to remember something. It was just a memory. The pale white of my room seemed to glow. The posters and doodles I had hung up, brought a homey feeling to me. I was here at my room in my Aunt’s house. I pushed my fuzzy blanket off and brought my feet to the familiar carpet. I slowly opened the door, allowing just a bit of the hall light to come in.
I walked to the bathroom, and looked at myself. My dirty blond hair flared out around my head, crazy form sleep. My face was red. It was puffy under my eyes. Which looked miserable under that dark green color. I sighed, and brushed my hair, the air around me still with silence. After doing so, I managed to calm myself down and slowly slip back into bed.
I eventually fell asleep, meeting the nightmares from my past that awaited me there.
A/N-- Well this was something i did when i was half asleep. I'm guessing I was just bored or something, so I decided to write. I'm not sure what to say about it. Title was just made out of nowhere, so don't ask me what it has to do with the plot line ._. So, what do you think? Should I continue it or not?
