I cover my mouth as I enter my new room, trying to hide the surprised but joyful grin that had plastered on my face. I clap my hands a little, taking in my new breathtaking room with joyful, expressive eyes as Henry and Bella stood off to the side with amused expressions.
Inside the room, once you go past the light pink curtains at the entrance, was a beautiful palace fit for a ballerina. The walls were painted a neutral mochachino color with a light pink color for accents along the wall. The canopy bed stood off to the far right corner of the room, the light brown curtains covering it from view. The sliding glass door stood in the center left, opening to a large balcony. I admit, it was all very nice but the thing that caught my attention the most was the white silhouette of a ballerina, posed in a mid leap. It stood right across from my bed, next to the oak door that I assumed was the closet. The name "Julia" was written in a girly cursive font at the top with a little heart.
To think that Harry and Bella would do such a kind deed and they don't even know me yet made my heart swell tremendously. All my old rooms were crappy, honestly. Most of my former foster parents wouldn't even paint the walls or even give me a decent bed. This room was extravagant and so lovely that my eyes kept skimming it every so often. I could already tell this place would be haven when everything went wrong in my life. I loved it already.
I skip over to Henry and Bella and gave them a tight hug. These people were my family now so it was okay to show a little affection towards them.
But they could never replace my real parents. No one could.
Bell laughed, the sound twinkling around the room like bells ringing in the winds. She hugged me back and whispered in my ear, "Look into the closet, Hun."
I shoot her a confused look, the eager glint in her eyes sending a warm shiver down my spine. I instantly knew that there was going to be something in there that I would fall in love with. How do I know? I didn't but I was trying to be optimistic since I wasn't expecting such crazy cool things delivered to me.
"Go on, child," urged Henry, shoving me lightly towards the oak door which seemed to gleam in the intense moment. I couldn't help but feel crazy excitement bubble inside my stomach, giving it strong butterflies that clashed with each other in my stomach. But it felt more like crazy dragonflies to me. That was how fervid it was.
Very slowly, I open the door. I gasp, my hands fluttering to my mouth to cover the squeal that threatened to come out.
The ballet outfits was ravishing. Leotards, unitards, skirts, dresses, tutus, tops, bottoms and a million of pointe shoes stood in the closet, happily waiting for somebody to wear them. I felt the tiered lace ivory skirt of one of the dresses. Tugging on it slightly, it pulled out to show it's golden bejeweled front bodice. It was such a gorgeous dress and I loved how it reminded me of Swan Lake, my favorite ballet recital of all time.
My eyes suddenly catch the sight of a golden knob behind the outfits. That was weird considering the fact that there was already a entrance door... so this must be the exit to some other room. When will these surprises stop? My mind was already content with the outfits and room.
I open the door cautiously, trying to see if it was a mistake or something wrong with it. I glanced back at Bella and Henry, who just pushed me on to continue my little exploration with the room.
I had this natural instinct for exploring that I just couldn't explain and as a little girl, curiosity seemed to be there when no one else was. It was during those times I would explore my old house, sneaking in my parent's conversation or even discovering a new Hide & Seek place. Not that it would be useful considering the fact that I didn't have any friends during the time I was a measly five year old child because I was too engrossed with my inner conflicted self to care about petty things about that.
I still do.
The door opened to another room. The space was vacant and empty with it's wooden floorboards and ceiling-to-wall windows across the room from the entrance, giving it a great view to the backyard garden. The rest of the walls had glass mirrors with a several ballet barres standing in front of it. The floor seemed to gleam and polish with a new sparkle to it as I spun around a little, a wide smile planted on my face.
It was a ballet studio.
I've always loved being in ballet studios. It felt as if my dancing improved greatly when I was gliding across the floor performing pirouettes and gigantic leaps. There was a certain precessional aura attached to it, as if you either got the dance move right or you could take your ass out of here.
"It's a ballet studio."
Henry said as he stepped inside the room, his bare feet making no sound as he stepped across the shiny wooden floors. He stood next me, his arms placed formerly behind his back. "I used to dance in here all the time," He continued as he began moving his foot silently on a rhythmic pattern. "Tap used to be my favorite since it sounds magnificent against these floors, don't you agree?"
Surprisingly, he managed to create a magnificent sound from his barefoot, it echoed and clapped around the room in an upbeat rhythm. His feet were quick and slapped against the floor as he began to dance.
"Darling, stop showing off!" scolded Bella, who had to wipe off her admiring smile in order to appear serious. You could see that she clearly loved him; the way her eyes seem to sparkle as she looked at him, the way she would kiss him a second longer than necessary. It was true love... something that only few people have in their life.
(A/N: Please play the song on the side while reading this... it goes great with the scene ♬)
I took off my shoes, closing my eyes as I feel the cold smooth floor kiss my feet gently. Ah, the feeling of a dance about to be born. It was a feeling that made you smile a little, it held in all your worries for the few moments that you dance, it made my heart warm slightly. That was why I loved ballet.
I walk around the room, my eyes still closed as I felt light on my feet. I started in first position as I felt my own music take control of me. The minutes seem to slow as I moved my feet slightly and....
And started dancing.
I felt myself melt into nothing but air as I floated around the room in pirouettes and leaps and twirls. My feet were in the air for a few moments before landing softly on the floor back again in order to start a new dance move. My mind was lost for a few moments and so was my worries as I danced my heart out.
I could feel the two pair eyes on me but I didn't care because I wasn't human right now. I was apart of a dance that had no other feeling to it except to happiness. The malice soften away into calming serenity. I kept moving though, not wanting to stop the feelings that flowed through me and began to erase the hate, the sadness, the memories that created a shell of a girl who used to be alive.
But I had to stop. No matter how long I kept dancing, I knew I had to return back to life. It was so sad that even the thought of it made me dance until I felt nothing but my feet and arms that moved to it's own mind.
I stopped as I kneeled to the floor, finishing my dance. My cheeks were flushed and my chest heaved up and down to gain back it's steady rhythm. I had no idea I danced so hard that I ran myself out but I was used to it. It tended to happen from time to time when I felt pent-up inside.
Which was all the time.
"That was beautiful, honey," Bella sniffled as she held onto Henry's hand tight. "I knew you could dance but I didn't expect it to be so good!"
I nodded my head as a thank you as I stood up, grabbing my shoes. I didn't put them on though since my feet felt red and sore from hopping around. I hadn't meant to put on a show, it was just a dance that meant nothing but a daily routine. It was my sugar rush.
My concaine bliss.
My illegal high.
My perfect way to get rid of myself. I just couldn't resist it no matter how hard I tried. It helped me erase my hatred, my sadness and all those painful memories that built up inside of me and created a shell of a girl who used to be alive.
"I agree, it was raw and emotional: something that every dance should have... good job." He gave me a thumbs-up before pulling out his beeping BlackBerry. He read the notice fastly before looking up at Bella and I.
"I'm sorry ladies but I have some business to do. Julia, you must go and give yourself a tour of the house, we have nothing to hide. Supper will be ready by 6:30 so you have-" He checked his watch. "About 3 hours to go on with your business."
He walked out the room with a curt nod, his fingers skimming across the the keyboard of the BlackBerry rapidly.
Bella sighed. "I'm sorry, honey but I have to get ready for my book club meeting held here. We reviewing Fifty Shades Of Grey!" She squealed as she fluttered out of the studio.
I sighed, walking in my room. I could finally get some peace and quiet.
I walked out the balcony, watching as the roses planted underneath get drenched in the rain. The rain was warm and comforting as I sat on the little comfy lawn chair that was on the porch. It soaked my hair, curling it slightly as I watched the grey sky swirled with white clouds.
I stand up, looking over the balcony as I see the handle of a rope ladder tied tightly to the railing. It looked old and worn with the strong sweet smell of lavenders and lilacs laced around the ropes that would support you if you would like to go down.
Hmm, I wondered...
I felt adrenaline pump through my veins as I threw a leg over the railing, moving it around to catch one of the rope steps that kept me from falling. I didn't know what I was doing or even why I was doing it but I was a very curious girl with curious needs and this was just one of my adventures.
I began climbing down very slowly, not wanting of the steps to give out on me and send me flying me down. I sucked in a breath when the wind would blow especially hard and would almost knock my face against the wall. It was exciting and scary at the same time, something that should never be put together.
When I reach the bottom of the ladder, I hop down...
And began to run into the busy town of London.