Lonely Child

Chapter 1: Leaving

To the boy who thought she couldn't write

By the girl who knew she could

Lots of Love,

FangirlTheory

Chapter One

The rain shatters against the glass. A continuous hammering of rain drop upon rain drop. The smell of smoke still lingers in the air. Sweat clings to my face. This is it. The door clicks and I pull my hair clip out of the rusty lock. I look back at the stone cold walls splattered with stains of the past. The sickening distorted rose wall paper stares at me with its invisible eyes. My white wicker bed is still forlornly pushed against the left wall. A single window in the center of the room reveals dark monster like clouds blending with the never ending stretch of grey sky. The fierce demonic smoke still rises from the burning hell of the street below.

They came as shadows in the night. The Silence, The Whisperers and The Noise. The Darkness they were called. They crept through the walls, distorting your view.

The Silence took over the sound of joy, leaving us with nothing but piercing hollows of destruction.

The Whisperers were the ones who were always etched into the back of your mind. Whispering your name, your sins, your fears and your deepest darkest secrets. Slowly stealing away your sanity in handfuls of malicious satisfaction until there was nothing.

The Noise even though never there was infernal, a living hell. It was the noise in your mind, screaming, forever sadistically tormenting your thoughts. The Noise is the regrets and the mistakes being screamed at you. No matter where you turn or where you go it is always there, grotesquely distorting memories into barbaric recollections of what truly happened.

I was among the last survivors. The Darkness were coming and were closing in. Once they come for you there is no escape, no cure, and no way to stop it. All that is left of you is an empty shell filled with the withering despairs, you become the Lost, aimlessly roaming the Earth looking for the life they could have had. Darkness feeds off this chaos and devastation, thriving, blossoming after every defeat.

I let out a long steady breathe, realizing that I'd been holding it. Looking back at the plain pine door which sent daggers into my skull. I'd gone into solitary confinement to protect myself. My family had already become Lost. These damned rose covered walls were my prison but they were also my only hope of salvation. Now after months of torment I was leaving this god forsaken safe haven. I had to leave. The Darkness was beginning to settle into the room. One last look at my "home" and I bolt across the landing which lay beyond the door.

Skidding to a halt as I reach the metal exit, ripping it open with such intensity the hinges snap. The streets lay there motionless as I continue down their lonely roads. My sharp blue eyes stray from the road onto the old Victorian houses looming over, attempting to drag me into their empty dark embraces. The demonic smoke of The Darkness collects above my head. Crooked, crippling trees beckon to me with their gnarled fingers, reaching out and snatching at my clothes. My pace quickens, trying to put as much distance as I could between me and the house. A street lamp flickers, then another. One after the other they start to burst, leaving me in the utter darkness of the night.

I run.

A tree branch snags my coat, tearing it off my toned body as I continue to sprint. My long brown mangled mess of hair whips across my frightened face, entering my mouth and blocking my view. Run. Run. Run, the word screech's fast through my twisted mind. The beginning of the Everland Forest races towards me. Its dark oaks rippling through the night, leaves whistling in the breeze offering me shelter. My breaths become shallower as I start to fatigue, the Darkness on my tail.