Little Anna

1 - Beginning

                     ~   A n n a  ~

Year: 1897

"Goodnight sweetie."

Mama kisses my forehead gently before wiping her tears with her shaky hands and standing up to switch off the lights and leave.

Once the door gently closed I slowly climbed off of my bed quietly, hugged my light brown teddybear, Mr Hugglepuff closer to my chest and reached under my pillow, pulled out my little torch, switched it on and silently made my way to the door.

Mama is not okay

She only cries when something is wrong...well duh

I'm  coming mama

I'm coming to cheer you up

I wiped off the small tears with my small hands off my cheeks. When mama cries so do I. Thanks to my height, I had a long struggle with opening the door, but guess what?

I did it!

Mama and daddy are going to be so proud of me, but only after mama stops crying.

"Stay  put Ms Peckers and the rest of you. I will be back, don't worry."

I whispered to the rest of my toys illuminated by the light of my torch before closely the door completely just in case if they decided to come after me since my father doesn't  allow me to bring them out my room especially Ms Peckers, my little rabbit.

Anyways, the hallway was very dark but thanks to my flashlight I could see just fine and demolish the urge to feel afraid.

Ha! You hear that monsters of the dark!

But still, the atmosphere has a certain vibe to it. Something wasn't obviously right.

I stood frozen as I heard voices.

More specifically, the voices of my two parents quietly arguing from the room at the end of the hallway with the door slightly open.

The lights were clearly on in that room and from that position I could be easily spotted so I did what I thought was best.

I tip toed and hid behind the door, wanting to discreetly hear what they were talking about. I blocked the light that emitted  from my flashlight with my palm and placed my ear on the door.

"I'm going kill your fucking daughter Lucy! She is the fucking product of your infidelity!"

Daddy shouted.

I subconsciously cringed at the thunderous voice of my father. But anyways, what does 'fucking' and 'infedelity' mean?

Whoop! Whoop! New vocabulary!

"Look Xavier, honey I'm  sorry! Please forgive me!"

Mama said with a shaky voice like she was still crying. I wanted to comfort her, but my gut told me to remain silent and hidden.

"Everytime I look at her I see him!"

Xavier's voice cracked at the last part.

"Please I will do anything. Please forgive me! Please give me a second chance. Please I beg you!"

Mama's voice began to sound more and more shaky, once in a while she would cough.

"We are leaving Valleria tonight."

Papa said in a awfully quiet voice, not an ounce of emotion showing.

"Sure, whatever you say . Let me go and pack our clothes and-"

"She is not coming with us."

Xavier said once more in a dead, serious and passive voice.

"What d-do you mean?"

Xavier did not repeat himself since he was pretty sure that his wife heard and understood every. Single. Word that flew out of his mouth.

"Either that or I will leave you here to starve with your child to death."

After a couple of silent minutes, I heard some ruffling going on in the bedroom, it sounded like stuff being stuffed in stuff.

Weird.

"Okay stop! F-fine!"

The stuffing ceased.

"I didn't care about that beat anyways."

Why mama?

Mama said in a false confident voice oozing with desperation.

"Prove it to me then, love."

More silence filled up the room.

"How?"

"Chop off her hands and lock her up in her room till your fucking whore
of a daughter does from hunger or loss of blood- whatever."

I have never heard daddy sound so malicious in the whole six years of my life. My torch slowly dimmed to shut down.

Billy!

I need more batteries.

I heard a bunch of footsteps coming closer towards the door at a slow pace. My stomach spoke to me again, telling me to hide immediately.

I need to get back to my room.

I managed to run silently in the dark and make to my bedroom door but it was short lives as I failed to feel the closed bedroom door in time, causing me to me to hit my head with a loud thud and land onto butt.

I tried to grab onto my forehead to relieve my pain, but I was unfortunately holding the flashlight in my right hand and hit it against my head, greatly increasing the amount of pain I was feeling.

Loud wails escaped from my mouth.

I heard a door being bust open, lights being flickered on and a bunch of footsteps running towards me.

"I'm so sorry."

Mama whispered gently in my ear before picking me up silently and carrying me bridal style into a certain direction, the direction of the kitchen.

I only wailed louder as I somehow realised that she didn't care or at least show affection to me as I was hurting, like mother's usually do.

It was like she was apologising for something else.

When I looked at my father from behind my crying immidiately ceased as I was his emerald green eyes transition into blue ones for only a split second repeatedly like he was trying to fight or resist something.

His left hand started to twitch randomly, but he continued to follow mama and ignore, stating right at the back of my mother's head.

I just watched curiously.

"Mama, papa is acting weird."

Gently shaking her shoulder I tried to tell her, but no luck. Putting me down on my feet I widened my eyes in surprised as we were in the kitchen.

Maybe it was because I was too busy focusing on my father.

Still holding me, my mother took a medium sized knife from its holder with her free hand and sat me down on a nearby stool.

She outstretched my hand on the counter and brought the kilnife closer to my skin.

I didn't really notice as I was looking at my father in confusion.

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