The Little Damned - Prologue
A story I am writing about a small girl who has quite a past... it is slightly confusing at the moment but it explains itself later on. Please comment!!!!!
The departure lounge was crowded, full to the brim in fact. You could smell the food that individuals were eating before they boarded the train, the little plastic chairs squeaking when others shifted their weight. A sense of excitement filled the air, following passengers as they moved around the room. You could hear a baby crying in the background.
My eyes focused on a woman sat in the corner, quietly sobbing into a hankie. The room shunned her; it was as if she wasn't even there. A delicate tear ran down her slightly pink cheek and dripped on to her jet black coat. You could almost feel the change in the atmosphere around her. I was shocked, how could she be as sad as this in such a happy place.
A small girl stood looking out of the over large window into the nothingness outside. Her chocolate-brown hair was pulled into a red ribbon tied neatly in a bow at the base of her neck. Her tiny hands pressed against the cool glass of the window, a look of longing set itself on her angelic features. And her uniquely violet eyes saddened as crystal tears welled in them. Her red lips parted and her breath clouded up the glass as she sat on the cold marble floor her head in her hands. She must only have been 4, her red duffle coat creased as she shook with tears, I completely forgot about the woman in the corner. The little girls head rose slowly and there were tear tracks staining her pretty little face her black eyelashes sticking together. She looked straight at me with those big tear stained eyes and I knew I had to help her. Why was she here alone? Was there someone with her? And what was she doing in an airport on her own with no luggage?
"Help me" she whispered her lips barely moved but her voice carried so clearly. It was like velvet, a pure note out of her tiny little mouth. No one noticed her. She was still looking at me. Without realizing what I was doing I moved towards her never blinking and never looking away from those eyes I remember so clearly. As I reached the fragile creature the world turned gray, the only color was her eyes that shone like miniature amethysts. Her tiny hands, still cold from the glass, clung on to me as I picked her up. She was so light, lighter than a feather. I could see every line in her coat as I carried her out of there, heading for the nearest carriage forgetting my visit to Spain and focusing my thoughts on the mysterious little girl curled in my arms.
My eyes focused on a woman sat in the corner, quietly sobbing into a hankie. The room shunned her; it was as if she wasn't even there. A delicate tear ran down her slightly pink cheek and dripped on to her jet black coat. You could almost feel the change in the atmosphere around her. I was shocked, how could she be as sad as this in such a happy place.
A small girl stood looking out of the over large window into the nothingness outside. Her chocolate-brown hair was pulled into a red ribbon tied neatly in a bow at the base of her neck. Her tiny hands pressed against the cool glass of the window, a look of longing set itself on her angelic features. And her uniquely violet eyes saddened as crystal tears welled in them. Her red lips parted and her breath clouded up the glass as she sat on the cold marble floor her head in her hands. She must only have been 4, her red duffle coat creased as she shook with tears, I completely forgot about the woman in the corner. The little girls head rose slowly and there were tear tracks staining her pretty little face her black eyelashes sticking together. She looked straight at me with those big tear stained eyes and I knew I had to help her. Why was she here alone? Was there someone with her? And what was she doing in an airport on her own with no luggage?
"Help me" she whispered her lips barely moved but her voice carried so clearly. It was like velvet, a pure note out of her tiny little mouth. No one noticed her. She was still looking at me. Without realizing what I was doing I moved towards her never blinking and never looking away from those eyes I remember so clearly. As I reached the fragile creature the world turned gray, the only color was her eyes that shone like miniature amethysts. Her tiny hands, still cold from the glass, clung on to me as I picked her up. She was so light, lighter than a feather. I could see every line in her coat as I carried her out of there, heading for the nearest carriage forgetting my visit to Spain and focusing my thoughts on the mysterious little girl curled in my arms.
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