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CHAPTER | TWO

 |AURA'S POV|

I shut the door behind me as hard as my average sized body could manage and slumped my body heavily on the bed. A few seconds later I heard someone screaming from further away. As seconds passed, the scream seemingly came closer and closer until I felt my lips touched each other. It was a lot to take in at the moment but my body always worked out the same conclusion. A scream. However, I never seemed to realize it was me until my lips met. Right now all I needed was peace of mind, so I thought of Angel and I lay down with my back up on the bed. The image of his features drafted inside my curious little head, his face seemed to be sculpted by angels. I giggled to myself. I named him perfectly. Thinking of him I slowly plunged into sweet dreams.  

To be honest, I wasn't allowed to think of these things and nor was I allowed to even dream of them. If my parents knew what I was dreaming about, they'd beat me up for sure. Society had already screwed with their minds and there was no going back now. Nothing could change them.

I touched my scars scattered all over my body. The scars..

I heard them step on leaves. I was scared and my heart was racing and racing and racing. I had nowhere to go. I looked to my left and saw a homeless man sitting on a piece of cardboard. He was my only hope. Maybe he would help me and maybe lend me some food. I hadn't eaten in a while now. A day and a half I guess. Despair was bound on my face and I knew they would go to extreme measures to hunt me down. I listened carefully, ears pressed on the truck. No movement. Without a second thought.. I leaped. 

I woke up to the sound of my alarm as usual but this morning felt very miserable. Something was wrong. The air wasn't fresh. The smell in my room wasn't vanilla like always. I shot myself up and turned my head right and left. My brows found their way to the top of my head. So this was it. This was my punishment. My room was empty. No AC. No paintings. No drawers. There was nothing. Worst of all, they took my vanilla room scent. It was my favourite fragrance and they snatched it from me. I swear I felt like tearing this house apart. I giggled. As if this house was ever together. Well I was expecting worse so I guess I should be glad they didn't kill me or anything.

Walking from corner to corner, I touched the blankness of  the walls. I never looked this closely at my room before. I looked down and saw caterpillars pulling themselves around the corner and up into my empty bookshelf. I walked up to the bookshelf, touched one of the shelves and slid my hand across it. Dust. How long were my books here? Gosh, there were caterpillars in my books. Guess I was just too busy thinking of how to escape this prison. I walked to my bed again and heavily slumped onto the right corner and began singing these lines:

And it's hard
The days just seems so dark
The moon, the stars
Are nothing without you

Deny this emptiness
This hole that I'm inside
These tears
They tell their own story

I loved these lines from Sam Smith's Lay Me Down. They always helped me feel at home, helped me feel like myself, helped me feel.. expressed. I wanted to live to the fullest but my life was filled with "buts". I was ready to go to extremes to delete the "but" button from my life but again something was stopping me. Now I had to find out what that was.

|MUSSEH'S POV|

I picked up the last piece of Aura's lame furniture and placed it on the truck. All this load was now gonna go to some storage department. The house already felt lighter. She was always looking for trouble. I sat on the sofa and switched on fifa. Halfway into the game, I heard screams from above. I totally ignored them at first but then they increased and made it hard for me to concentrate and so I made the hard decision to leave the game and went to check upstairs.