Pain Consumed Me: Chapter 2
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CHAPTER 2
It was dark, extremely dark. The ground was bare and cold, my feet felt numb. I stepped deeper into the darkness, nothing surrounded me. I came to a huge thorn wall. Vines were everywhere with dangerously sharp thorns. I stepped closer to the thorns, there was something in there. It was a big lush rose. The petals were bloomed out and was the exact shade of blood. I put my hand in and felt the sharp thorns pierce my soft skin, saw the blood flow down my pale arms.
'Trapped, Trapped, Trapped' went through my mind.
I had to get that rose! Every fiber in my body ached for it, I needed to get it. I shoved my hand through the thorns, ignoring the pain it brought. I grabbed its green stem, the thorns digging into my palms.
'Don't' Grandfathers voice echoed!
I pulled my hand out fiercely! I looked down to see a black withering rose in my hand. A gust of wind came and blew each petal away.
I felt a horrible burning sensation go through my body.
My eyes fluttered open as I jerked up. I sucked in a big gust of air. I laid back down in bed, that was a horrible dream.
Wait!!
Bed?!?
I shot back up and looked around. The wall was cream with a wooden border in the middle. There was two large fluffy beds, the one I was on was dirty and bloodstained, they had thick white comforter had matching sheets and pillows.
There was night side tables on each side, a white lamp was on each table. Right above the door was a cross with Jesus on it.
I threw my legs over the left side and was about to get up then stopped. Sitting in an oversized baby blue chair was a boy.
He looked about 17, he was extremely pale and looked a little muscular, but the oddest thing was his hair. He had short shaggy silvery white hair.
I wanted to touch it. Without thinking I reached out and lightly fingered a silver strand. I caught a lock of his hair and rubbed it between my fingers.
"Mmmm" he groaned.
I looked over at his eyes just in time to see him wake up. I would have gasped if I wasn't used to strange things. The boy's eyes were silver, pure silver with some white streaks in it.
I released his hair and gently put my hands on either side of his face. I leaned in so I could get a better look of his eyes. His eyes widened in surprise, I felt his hot breath come out in puffs on my dry lips. You could drown in those eyes.
He gently grabbed my hands and put them in my lap with a small smile.
Realization hit me, what did I just do?!? I should be angry at him!
"Where am I," I asked in a shaky breathe?
"I knew I smelled something bad."
I looked over to see a slim figure leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. An elegant scowl placed upon her beautiful tan face, her dark blue eyes intimidating. Her beautiful raven black hair lay straight down to the middle of her back.
I looked deep into her eyes, eyes are the window to the soul. I suddenly pictured ice, cold,freezing ice, she was a cold soul.
"Don't be rude Isabelle" the boy said to her gently.
Isabelle, it even sounded cold and fiery.
Isabelle peeled her eyes away from me and onto the boy, the scowl had left her face but there wasn't a smile or anything that replaced it.
"Thomas leave, let me handle this."
Tomas didn't argue, he gave me a kind smile and left the room. As soon as the door shut behind him, Isabelle came and sat beside me.
I cringed when she got close and scooted away.
She let out a sigh of frustration "Look, I'm not going to hurt you or anything, okay!"
This is the first time I've ever talked to anyone besides Grandfather,Charlotte and James. I didn't know how hard it would be to talk to a teenager. I was scared, especially because my grandfather was missing, I was in a place I didn't know and because I've never talked to another teenager.
"Oh Lordy, Just go take a shower and when you get out we'll all talk" she almost screamed pointing to a door.
She stormed out of the door slamming it behind her. I bushed the blanket off me and looked down at the clothes I was wearing.
My clothes were ripped and torn everywhere, showing the bleeding wounds all over my body. I wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. I looked over my arms and saw gashes everywhere.
I painfully got up and slowly walked to the door Isabelle pointed at. When I opened it I found it to be a small cramped bathroom.
It had a mirror, which I didn't look at, a small shower, sink and toilet. There was a towel placed on top of the toilet sink and a lavender bar of soap.
I quickly undressed and got in the small shower. I turned the hot water on and let wash over me for a couple of seconds. I sat down and leaned my back against the glass of the shower.
I tucked my knees up under my chin and buried my face on my knees and cried. Big loud heart wrenching sobs, I cried and cried and cried. I cried so much that my eyes were extremely blurry and hurt and my body kept spasming from lack of air.
I pushed my body up and started washing my hair with the bar of lavander soap. The hot water pushed my curls down and plastered my long hair to my back and forehead. I used what was left of the soap to wash my body and face before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body.
The cramped little room and mirror was foggy from the hot steam. I looked at the sink and saw that someone had brought me a change of clothes and my other pair was gone.
I rubbed the mirror to remove the fog from it and almost cried when I saw my reflection.
My ivory skin was extremely pale, almost white, my lips were extremely dry and thin. I had black rings under my swollen eyes and my once light blue eyes were so light they looked a light gray. All in all, I looked horrible.
I pulled on the too big bra and the slightly big panties on before slipping into some dark worn out jeans. I found deodorant and a comb under the sink. I towel dried my hair, put on deodorant and put on the baby blue long sleeve shirt. I combed out my long hair quickly before putting it into a semi high ponytail. I went out the bathroom and saw some white Nike trainers with socks in them, they must be for me. I put them on and walked out the door to see Isabelle waiting across the hall. "You look like hell" she said with a smug smirk. I just knew this was going to be a bad day.
It was dark, extremely dark. The ground was bare and cold, my feet felt numb. I stepped deeper into the darkness, nothing surrounded me. I came to a huge thorn wall. Vines were everywhere with dangerously sharp thorns. I stepped closer to the thorns, there was something in there. It was a big lush rose. The petals were bloomed out and was the exact shade of blood. I put my hand in and felt the sharp thorns pierce my soft skin, saw the blood flow down my pale arms.
'Trapped, Trapped, Trapped' went through my mind.
I had to get that rose! Every fiber in my body ached for it, I needed to get it. I shoved my hand through the thorns, ignoring the pain it brought. I grabbed its green stem, the thorns digging into my palms.
'Don't' Grandfathers voice echoed!
I pulled my hand out fiercely! I looked down to see a black withering rose in my hand. A gust of wind came and blew each petal away.
I felt a horrible burning sensation go through my body.
My eyes fluttered open as I jerked up. I sucked in a big gust of air. I laid back down in bed, that was a horrible dream.
Wait!!
Bed?!?
I shot back up and looked around. The wall was cream with a wooden border in the middle. There was two large fluffy beds, the one I was on was dirty and bloodstained, they had thick white comforter had matching sheets and pillows.
There was night side tables on each side, a white lamp was on each table. Right above the door was a cross with Jesus on it.
I threw my legs over the left side and was about to get up then stopped. Sitting in an oversized baby blue chair was a boy.
He looked about 17, he was extremely pale and looked a little muscular, but the oddest thing was his hair. He had short shaggy silvery white hair.
I wanted to touch it. Without thinking I reached out and lightly fingered a silver strand. I caught a lock of his hair and rubbed it between my fingers.
"Mmmm" he groaned.
I looked over at his eyes just in time to see him wake up. I would have gasped if I wasn't used to strange things. The boy's eyes were silver, pure silver with some white streaks in it.
I released his hair and gently put my hands on either side of his face. I leaned in so I could get a better look of his eyes. His eyes widened in surprise, I felt his hot breath come out in puffs on my dry lips. You could drown in those eyes.
He gently grabbed my hands and put them in my lap with a small smile.
Realization hit me, what did I just do?!? I should be angry at him!
"Where am I," I asked in a shaky breathe?
"I knew I smelled something bad."
I looked over to see a slim figure leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. An elegant scowl placed upon her beautiful tan face, her dark blue eyes intimidating. Her beautiful raven black hair lay straight down to the middle of her back.
I looked deep into her eyes, eyes are the window to the soul. I suddenly pictured ice, cold,freezing ice, she was a cold soul.
"Don't be rude Isabelle" the boy said to her gently.
Isabelle, it even sounded cold and fiery.
Isabelle peeled her eyes away from me and onto the boy, the scowl had left her face but there wasn't a smile or anything that replaced it.
"Thomas leave, let me handle this."
Tomas didn't argue, he gave me a kind smile and left the room. As soon as the door shut behind him, Isabelle came and sat beside me.
I cringed when she got close and scooted away.
She let out a sigh of frustration "Look, I'm not going to hurt you or anything, okay!"
This is the first time I've ever talked to anyone besides Grandfather,Charlotte and James. I didn't know how hard it would be to talk to a teenager. I was scared, especially because my grandfather was missing, I was in a place I didn't know and because I've never talked to another teenager.
"Oh Lordy, Just go take a shower and when you get out we'll all talk" she almost screamed pointing to a door.
She stormed out of the door slamming it behind her. I bushed the blanket off me and looked down at the clothes I was wearing.
My clothes were ripped and torn everywhere, showing the bleeding wounds all over my body. I wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. I looked over my arms and saw gashes everywhere.
I painfully got up and slowly walked to the door Isabelle pointed at. When I opened it I found it to be a small cramped bathroom.
It had a mirror, which I didn't look at, a small shower, sink and toilet. There was a towel placed on top of the toilet sink and a lavender bar of soap.
I quickly undressed and got in the small shower. I turned the hot water on and let wash over me for a couple of seconds. I sat down and leaned my back against the glass of the shower.
I tucked my knees up under my chin and buried my face on my knees and cried. Big loud heart wrenching sobs, I cried and cried and cried. I cried so much that my eyes were extremely blurry and hurt and my body kept spasming from lack of air.
I pushed my body up and started washing my hair with the bar of lavander soap. The hot water pushed my curls down and plastered my long hair to my back and forehead. I used what was left of the soap to wash my body and face before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body.
The cramped little room and mirror was foggy from the hot steam. I looked at the sink and saw that someone had brought me a change of clothes and my other pair was gone.
I rubbed the mirror to remove the fog from it and almost cried when I saw my reflection.
My ivory skin was extremely pale, almost white, my lips were extremely dry and thin. I had black rings under my swollen eyes and my once light blue eyes were so light they looked a light gray. All in all, I looked horrible.
I pulled on the too big bra and the slightly big panties on before slipping into some dark worn out jeans. I found deodorant and a comb under the sink. I towel dried my hair, put on deodorant and put on the baby blue long sleeve shirt. I combed out my long hair quickly before putting it into a semi high ponytail. I went out the bathroom and saw some white Nike trainers with socks in them, they must be for me. I put them on and walked out the door to see Isabelle waiting across the hall. "You look like hell" she said with a smug smirk. I just knew this was going to be a bad day.
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