Broken Keys

Chapter 2

Fire doesn't burn where water lay.
It's not possible for water to move from its place.
The flames still choose to burn where water is.
This is a symbol of strength...as well as fear.
Fail, if it does.
Fire will try burn over water again.
Fail, if it doesn't.
Fire will be there.
To burn on...
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I woke up in an uncomfortable bed. I groaned in discomfort. My eyes fluttered open as I was trying to get my vision under control. I searched the room I was in and blinked several times, my vision good but still with a blur.

"Hey there." A voice of a young woman rang in my ears. I blinked once more and turned my gaze to the source of the voice. My eyes locked for a second with ones blue, before I blinked again.

Where was I? I didn't know, but I felt a pain on my cheek and my stomach. With my eyes shut I went over what happened.

Flashback
Near a dirt path leading into the woods. I got out when I parked and watched the sun go down and stared at the stars as I took sips from my energy drink. A sigh, I let out and threw the empty can aside. Sliding onto and off the hood of my car and finally getting into the back seat and taking out a big jacket I had packed. I threw it over myself and curled into a ball. Closing my eyes and falling asleep. I didn't care where I'd end up and even now I still don't.
Flashback Over

My eyes flew open and my breath hitched as the door swung open. "Nathan!" The voice scolded the figure in the door frame. A tall, muscular and lean figure stood in the doorway. The figure stepped in and took silent steps toward me. "Sorry, how is she?" Sweet and low, caring and concerned, the deep voice sounded. He, to whom I looked at, was very built. Tight black shirt, outlined his muscles.

Incredible. I thought.

"She just woke up, a few broken ribs and a bruise on her cheek is all. Otherwise, she's okay." The girl spoke. A few broken ribs, I got from a few days back.

Flashback
"Leave me alone!" I yelled at Jennet. I stomped into my room and locked the door. "Open the door!" She yelled banging on it. I rolled my eyes and opened my window. I jumped out and used the tree to get down. I walked away from my house, my legs moving as fast as possible. Once I was a good few feet away I slowed down. A sigh escaped my lips, a deep one to be exact.

I walked along side the road until I reached the park. Late noon was my perfect time to be at ease. The silence filled the space around me and still it was louder than Jennets screams and shouts, but all the more enjoyable. Bliss, nothing to bother my soul as I think. I love solitude, no one exists to me. Nothing and no one, just me, myself and I. The calming sound of the leaves as they rattled in the wind.

I sat down on the bench, scanning the empty park. Taking in fresh air and letting it out again. The sun set beautiful and also awful, indecently telling me it's time to return home. So I got up and walked back to hell in silence. Drowning in fear of Jennet, whom will beat me until I'm purple when I walk through those doors. My step grandparents gave birth to the real Saten, she gives him a good name actually.

I got home and stepped in. My window had been closed, Jennet was quiet the fit old woman.

Fear swallowed me whole when I came face to face with her provoked look. I swallowed hard as she stepped toward me with a bat in hand. She grinned with rage and satisfaction in her eyes. I stepped back as she came closer. The wall had stooped me from moving back any further and her grin became a devious smile. She raised the bat up in the air and forced it down, hitting me hard on my stomach. I fell to my knees with a great scream of pain. Tears seeping from my eyes as I rolled onto my back.

I coughed hard and held my stomach tight. She hit me again, only this time, she crushed my knuckles. I screamed again, more tears spilling. I screamed in pain as she dropped the bat and walked out the room.