Cardeluna's P.O.V
The cabin had been in their family for as long as people knew. It was quite the sight as the waves crashed at the shore and the gulls roared around up in the sky. It wasn't the normal time of the year to be at the cabin, right now, the grey skies showed that all the woollen things she packed had been neccesary as the heating in the cabin depended entirely on two fire places. Not that it needed more as the cabin contained no more than 3 rooms however, it would be no way near as delightful as the summers there had been.
The joyful memories left a hole in her chest where a few moments ago had been her heart and she had to remind herself that it was no use mourning over the past. She cascaded down the steps to the cabin and felt her hair fly around her face as the sand creeped into her clothes.
As she turned aside to let herself in, she froze, she knew this place like the back of her hand and the movement she'd detected out of the corner of her eye shouldn't be there. As she swivelled around to face the very unwelcome guest, she saw nothing but footsteps in the sand that vanished within mere seconds due to the fierceful wind.
It was now official, she was either going mad or someone was going to murder her, strangely enough she didn't feel scared, just offended that the visitor hadn't shown him/herself. The whole reason she'd come her was her need of a distraction of all that she had left behind.
The wind whipped around the house making the noise she used to call ghosts when she came here at a younger age and had feared up until her father had shown her how the wind could make such a horrifying sound.
As she was crouched down facing the fire, warming her hands by it she summed up the things she could and couldn't do while she was here. Basically, she could write, walk, swim, read and leave for the town though she'd come here to escape the crowds and mobs. Being famous was difficult but, being famous by being related to deceased people was damn impossible.
As she rose she heard the wind around her whoosh as if someone had just ran past her even though in the cramped space of the cabin, that'd be impossible, she swore under her breath. She grasped around her trying to find the phone she'd thrown in a corner when entering the abandoned space. Just as she was about to reach it and exhale in relieve, it was gone. Just like that, as if it hadn't even been there in the first place.
"Ok, i get it real funny now gimme back my phone." She tried to sound as agitated as she felt but the fear was probably bursting through as she could hear someone snicker. Either she was having a serious mental breakdown or her father hadn't lied when he'd told her the house was haunted.
When she flicked her head towards the kitchen to discover where the movement came from she saw her phone, it was standing upwards, like taht could've only been done by something/someone with hands and patience. She would've been amazed had she not been so terrified "thanks a lot sir dipshit" she muttered under her breath somehow being sure it was a dude that was in either her head or messing with it right now.
Her assumption of this being a man came down to her hatred of the species. She felt like men would always tear women down, always feel better, always use and abuse women and everyone around them just for theri amusment. This feeling had not been the outcome of a bad relationship with her father or a former boyfriend, well maybe the boyfriend thing had played a pitty little part in her opinion of men however, her and her father had been the most ideal example of a father daughter bond.
He'd always soften her ruthless opinions and piercing remarks by showing her the brightside to the male population such as being there for female entertainment, popmusic, having children. She'd always have something to retaliate but he'd always end up showing her all honest sides to everything. She had just been born with a htred towards the species that used and abused women in anyway possible.
She'd therefore sworn with her sister and some friends to live by a code that had eveloped from a song they had spent half their middle school years oogling over.
Better use a man before he uses you, live by how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds. It worked, none of them would get hurt by men any longer but loneliness was a dull ache that never really left the restless.
She finished unpacking and cleaning the cabin which was now ready for usage as she settled in front of the fire with a book and a glass of wine, she could always become a drunk it'd suit her quite right with her family drama's and all that. Though, she wasn't the type to give up and therefore she'd handle this place and her growing insanity like the mature 19-year old she was.
"Now that's interesting, a young woman, alone, with a glas of wine in her hand staring into a fire, if i were to say anything you'd be a drunk." Her shocked gasp and fear wide eyes were met by a smirk and a wink and the only thing swarming her mind was: fuck
