Severed Cord

Prologue

Yells of cursing and hatred leak out of every crack and sliver of space they can. Shrieks of fear and crashing of furniture became so loud that even the winds wailing became lost in the noise. Glasses smashed and people shrieked. The wind knew something was wrong, so the wind went to get the rain. As the rain turned to thunder and shrieks turned into yells, I moved closer to the home.

Those trapped within such a place full of pain were angry. Though, unlike most anger, the anger from one had a reason. If you find coming home and watching your husband cheat on you with your dearest sister a reason to be angry. Fate works in many ways, much of its ways are unfavourable for the many. Especially those who suffer from the troubles of a human heart.

The heart is cruel and of no master, it finds attachment to poisonous things. Then curses you to never recover from your escape. It causes the attachment to dance around in your mind, for an eternity. Whether the attachment be a loved pet from your childhood or a lying husband whom you wish dead. I have spent my life trying to find ways to help those who suffer, and I have finally found a way to protect them from being harmed ever again.

This home overflowing with pain has made the perfect place for me to save the first person. A little girl. Hidden behind the couch, of the formal living room. Listening to the screams of her mother, and the yells of her father. She was full of so much sorrow; her soul was the deepest blue I had ever seen. It confused me, she did not try to run, to tell daddy to stop yelling, to comfort her mother, she did not even make the efforts to cry.

From my view, she did not look sad in the slightest, nor did she look scared. Just, numb. Had this been any other child I would have thought I was seeing her soul wrong, or that she was deaf. That there was to be no possible way to feel that sad without it residing on her face. No possible way for her not to be pained or saddened by the events happening on the floor above her.

But this girl looked. Disconnected. As though she anywhere but in the middle of a disastrous fight. Or the middle of one of the worst storms to occur this side of Michigan. For a girl hidden behind a couch whilst her parents fought just feet above her, she was almost. Peaceful. Though her soul remained blue. He kind of blue that you would find at the bottom of an ocean. An ocean where thousands of bodies lay resting. In peace. She was almost, unaffected by what was happening. Or so I thought.

This girl is one of the most unique children I have ever had the pleasure of viewing. I knew, that if I took this girl. I could help her heal. When I had finally realised what she had been through it all made sense. This girl had been here before, twenty-seven times had she sat motionless behind the small couch of the formal living room. She'd scratched it into the floor, with her nail.

For this girl, this was just another Saturday. Mommy had to work late at the office again, so daddy went to the club. He brought home another woman, stumbled through the door, and went up to her parent's bedroom. Mommy came back when it was dark and walked upstairs. Passing her daughter on the staircase she walked into her bedroom. Meanwhile, her daughter sat behind the couch, of the formal living room, scratching marks into the floor. Then the fighting would start. It took a couple of weeks, but eventually, the girl stopped covering her ears to muffle out the screams. Stopped flinching each time she heard glass shatter. She even stopped crying when daddy was kicked out for the night.

Seeing as her family clearly had not a single care for her, they would not have noticed if I were to take the girl somewhere she would be safe. Somewhere away from anything that could ever hurt her. Far from this world, of screaming and storms. Where her soul could change back to the happy yellow that belongs to every other child. Funny how sound works in one's favour at the cost of someone else's. A child screams of terror can be blocked out by the yells of hatred.

The half-hearted arguing of the husband, the wife, and the cheat, continued to leak out of the home. The summer storm, still competing to be a superior sound. Using the wails of the wind, the roaring rain, and the booms of thunder. But may the storm try as it might, it is still the inferior noise. The efforts causing no good except perhaps, to be a distraction. From the screams of a little girl, being taken to the mirror realm by the monster hiding under her bed. It shall be years before fate may allow her to make another sound, on this plane of existence. For now, she is safe, from all who may harm her. All but me.

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875 words

I hope you enjoyed this part, this is the lower average size of chapters I write. I will try to write more when possible. Fingers crossed i have Chapter 1 done to be uploaded on the weekend.

I hope you have a wonderful day/night

-Ikigai

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