Butterfly Colors

Endless Misfortunes

I sit in a pitch black room.

Only light to shine, is a brightly lit screen. And a light, beneath the door.

I stare at my screen.
Anxiety, creeping inside and around my mind as i stare.

My ears, bleeding. As i hear them, screaming.
The voices of despair.
I listen, making glances to the door.

An abyss. An abyss i cannot MAKE UP.

Breathing heavily. But loud enough. Too. Loud...

I stare at my screen once more. The face, it taunts...

I hear breathing. A heavy dread covers me in a blanket of loneliness.

A cold sweat.

My heart, it beats. Fast. As i blackout.

They open the door...

...i wake.

*GAAAASP*

"What was that?!" I thought to myself.

A horrific dream. A dream that i never experienced.

"It was just a dream... Nothing to worry about."

I go to my kitchen. It's often lonely... Here. Often haunted by the ghosts of my guilt.

After a fight with my parents, they forced me out. living on my own was nearly my only option, besides visiting the local library. Visiting The nice lady there, Mrs Nalan Singh. And her husband. She's always welcoming. I wrap up some leftover chicken and some rice and heat it up, grab my duffel bag and head over to the library.

...

*Faith and skills library*

"Good morning, Mrs Singh." I said in a quiet monotone voice.

"Good morning, Sir." She said in a sweet, yet somber voice. She was an average height indian woman. With long black hair, wearing a long, orange and red dress. With a red dot on her forehead.

I looked around in small confusion. "Am i the first one here?"

She yawned as she whisper spoke. "Yep, you're the first one.." rearranging her desk a bit, she looked up at me. "You're up early, hun. It's basically 10 minutes after 7 in the morning.. we opened at 7. How are you?"

"Oh, okay. I'm fine, for the most part... Besides a bad dream." I said as i tried not to go into much detail. Since me and Nalan met, she's kind of been the closest thing to a mother that i have. Her kind nature, her gentle voice... Even her face is motherly, despite her being 29.

"Oh no! A bad dream? Are you okay?" She said with a look of worry.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Nothing a bit of writing won't distract me from.." i said, she looked doubtful.

*Slight mentions of sexual abuse!*

"Well... I hope you're not lying, and hope it was tame... Oh, have you heard From Miles?"

Miles. Her adoptive son. And one of the victims of a sexually and physically abusive home. And my closest friend. He recently got accepted into a Very famous school, named Faiths Peak as the "Ultimate Librarian". Its been around a week and he still hasn't contacted anyone. Which leaves me and Her in worry.

"No... I'm sorry. I haven't gotten any texts, letters, or calls from him.." i looked at the worried mother. As her husband walked into the room.

"Oh! Good morning, Lance. I didn't know you were here." Said the man. He was a tall, young 30s, indian man. With a mustache, and slightly messy hair. And an average build. He was exceedingly taller than me, understandable. I'm only 5'8. He's around 6'4.

"Morning, Mr Singh." I said respectfully.

"Hey, i told you. You don't have to be all formal, you can just call me "Viraj"." He said with a playful tone.

"Hun... He hasn't heard from Miles either... Neither has Kate, Andie, Avery And Luka...." She looked up at him as he frowned.

"Oh... I hope the kids okay. He was *just* getting situated into living a... Erm.. normal. Normal life..." He looked and sounded as if his throat had strained. No wonder, they saved all four of them from that hell hole they called a home. They had swore to protect them all.

"Well, maybe the lack of communication just means hes been socializing there?" I said, Attempting to ease their worries, and my own.

"Maybe.." she said with a somber look of relief and hope.

"He's right, we shouldn't worry too much. Hey, maybe his phone broke? That might explain it." He looked down at his wife who was going through some visitor cards.

With a soft smile, She looked at us both.

"Well... I'm still worried, but maybe it is just nothing..."

*Ding, dong*

Three men came in. I don't recognize them. They walk over to the counter Nalans at.

"Hi, welcome new visitors! I hope you enj...huh?" She looked confused as the men each plopped down a library card for here, despite never having been here.

She looked at the men. They had went to a shelf. And picked out a book called "How to read for idiots"

...

Its been 30 minutes. I dont see them.

*Crash*

"AHHHH!!!! LET ME GO! LET ME G-GO!" Is that... Was that Nalan!?!?!

"Let her go you psychopath!- hey! Get off me!!" Viraj?!?

"N-nalan?! Vira- HEY! MHMNH!" A man. One of those men. Grabbed me from behind and put a chloroform to my face. No matter how much i struggle. Or scream...

I black out.

"Welcome, child..."