My eyes became dry as an autumn leaf. No tears were filling up my eyes, though I had the urge to cry more. My eyes were slightly paining uncomfortably too, probably because of the lack of rest.
My face was really irritating me now. It was itching like hell ! And I'm sure that I'm going to add up some more scratches, scratching my wet itchy cheeks, besides the big bleeding one that Henry gave me on my left cheekbone.
My throat was dry and sore for the long time I screeched like a banshee, protesting him to let me out.
And the burning pain in my left arm, where the monster gripped me fiercely, grew more. I was having trouble moving my arm. Lucky-that it wasn't my right arm.
I really needed something to eat and drink.
Right now, I was thinking about a hot plate of meatball pasta-with chilli-tomato sauce, topped with motzarella and a sprinkle of oregano and pepper. A delicious meal I learned to cook a week ago. And though it was the chilly winter, I wished to drain down a glass full of cold water...
'How it would feel-to smell the hot aroma of the juicy locks of pasta dangling from the fork, held before my nose. How it would feel-to pull every single lock of pasta into my mouth with my lips, feeling the warm spicy juice sipping into my mouth in droplets. And making the locks fall on my taste buds. Aaah! Heaven ! The satisfaction of chewing the delicious pasta, taking in every taste !-'
'April stop....'
'And-how it would feel-to wet your dry cracky throat and lips with the cold water ? The feeling of cold water, running down your tongue down your Sahara throat and wetting every inch. Ah ! Lively !!'
'Enough of your infectious imaginations and daydreams, April !'
'Enough of crying and protesting....it was no use. I should get some sleep now.'
I kept the photo of mum back on the side table and took a last sad glance of her beautiful face.
I entered the bathroom and turned the lights on, to see a dreadful face in the mirror. I did not get startled to see my dreadful face, cuz that was how I was expecting it to be.
This made me remind of mum. I exactly looked like her–but just a bit younger...The same long hair, the colour of blazing fire. The same heart shaped face, same pale skin and round jade-green eyes.....
Getting a reminder of your most loved one who is not there for you, everyday, even if you don't want to—is the most horrible thing that can probably happen to you.
Mum's beautiful face was always covered with sorrow, pain and tiredness. And so was mine right now.
I could see the sheets of dry sticky tears on both of my cheeks. My eyes were red and puffy for the long time of crying. And I had a red stuffy nose...
And of course, my lips were dry as I didn't drink a single drop of water since the afternoon. And yes, there were red fingerprints on my left cheek, where the monster slapped me. And the big bleeding scratch on the corner of the cheekbone.
I turned on the tap and washed my face with the cold water, that gave me shivers in my spine. I also gurgled with the cold water to wet my tongue and throat. It did wet my throat and tongue but I was much thirstier now, which I was not grateful for.
Now, the itchiness and the stickiness of my face was gone. My lips were a bit softer now. The pain in my eyes soothed down a little and was much bearable.
Then I remembered to see the condition of my left arm, where Henry gripped me fiercely. It was still paining.
I rolled up the left sleeve of my shirt slowly, preparing myself for the upcoming horror, my breath hitched in my throat, to see very black fingerprints bounding the place a little above my wrist.
My eyes widened in horror and my breath started coming out heavy and shallow.
'What has he done ?!'
I stopped examining the mark and exhaled a deep sigh and turned off the lights.
I had intentions to go to the bed. But after when I just came out of the bathroom, I saw the door being banged open by a figure. It was dark, but I could guess that it was Henry's stout figure.
I ran towards the door tripping a bit on my way. And when I was so close to the door, I saw it being banged close by him again.
Sigh !
It was driving me crazy ! And without thinking about anything, like a mad lady, I pulled the handle with a greater force, kicked it hard, ignoring the pain being inflicted on my feet, pounding the door with my fists and screeched some more like a banshee, telling him to let me out.
This time, I couldn't screech more than a minute. My voice automatically shut down and I began coughing into unstoppable fits. My throat was more drier now and I think that it had just shred into pieces.
After a few long minutes, my coughing came to a halt which I was grateful for, cuz my chest was paining.
Without any concern, I started crying uncontrollably and bend my knees and fell to the floor.
Was he ever going to let me out ?
Suddenly, I noticed a piece of sky blue cloth on the floor. I crawled on the floor towards the cloth to take it. I picked up the cloth, and it turned out to be a beautiful dress that I believed to be my mother's. The dress was flowy and ended below my knees. And had a pretty bow at the corner with a belt at the waist.
When I picked up the dress from the floor and smoothed it out, a piece of paper fell to the floor. I furrowed my brows in curiosity and picked up the paper. I unfolded it and saw a dreadful scrawling with black ink which read:
'Wear the dress tomorrow 4' in the evening and groom yourself properly; come down the stairs when I open the door, without uttering a single word ! Tell them that your age is 20.
Don't try to do something daring-like trying to escape from your room through the window; or else I'll strangle you !'
This time, I was gritting my teeth in anger and tore the paper into pieces. Then threw the dress and the pieces of paper on the floor and began stomping on them like a five year old, as if stomping would help right now...
A scream of frustration began to build up in my neck, but I couldn't scream. So I began to pull my hair with both of my hands and make a groaning noise in my neck.
'What does he want ?!'
After a few more minutes of spilling angry tears and doing kiddy stuffs, I calmed down. And without any reason, I stood there, my arms around my waist and staring at the blank floor.
Suddenly, I heard the window before me burst open, and cold wind began to gush in, which cut me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see the window open and chilly wind with some dry leaves were gushing into my bedroom with quite a force, making the curtains flow.
The wind was so cold, that I forgot about everything and the only thing I wanted to do right now was to close the window and stop the wind from coming in.
When I held the window panes and was about to shut them, a thing came to my mind.
'-trying to escape from my room through the window....'
"Okay ! I'm gonna do this !" saying these, I put my left feet on the window frame.
Yes ! I was going to do this reckless thing !
I held the window frame tightly with both of my hands, above my head and looked down.
I could see my yard, with bushes in the dark. Maybe I was going to land on the bushes ?
'Come on, you can do this April. It's not that high...'
No. It was way too risky....
I did not have enough wit...
I came down of the window pane and stood before the window, supporting the weight of my body on my elbows on the window pane.
My eyes wandered far towards the dark sky and landed on two particular twinkling stars right above the London Tower. One star was smaller and the other was bigger, situated at the upper-right corner of the smaller one.
Suddenly, I exhaled a deep sad sigh mumbling 'I hate being a grown up !'
After some time, I saw a black dot, and a....glowing dot inching closer every second, flying from the stars, more towards-me. I furrowed my brows and without standing there for one more second, I closed the window.
I hit the bed and pulled up my covers. I was about to drift off peacefully, forgetting about all the bad stuffs those occurred to me today.
But then. The window burst open again but this time, it brought someone with it...
I opened my eyes quickly, all sleep, weakness and tiredness draining from my body, to replace with fear and adrenaline. My vision was only hazy for a millisecond, and when it cleared out a little....
"DO NOT LOOSE HOPE MY DEAR; PETER PAN IS HERE !!!!!" a booming, heavy accented British voice yelled out. It was not someone's real voice....I could tell. He was faking it.
My eyes popped open and the haziness of my eyes was all gone now. It took me two seconds two realise that....I am- actually seeing a black figure which surely belongs to a thin scrawny boy. And-and he was hovering in the air and inching closer to me slowly ?
And a glowing light-was hovering some inches away from his face making tinking noises the size a bit longer than my middle finger.
What am I thinking ?!
I thought that I was surely dreaming. But it was-it was so real ! How could this be a dream ?! This was scaring the hell out me ! So after a millisecond when I realised what I was seeing, I screamed, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn't care how much my throat was hurting or my lungs shredding into pieces, or how much my throat was dry and I was feeling thirsty; I just screamed and hoped that my dream would break soon and I'll reach in the real world soon enough.
Ya ya guys, I know that the other chapter was waaaaay too much long. I donno if this chapter's gonna be long too !😅
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