Amelia's Legacy

Chapter I - Boris

I'm looking up the ceiling, right now.
Locked myself on my empty room.
Laying down on the hard, cold floor.
Thinking nothing..... I guess
My mind is blank.

Dead of boredom, I walked in circles in my room , looking down at my shoeless feet trying to avoid touching cracks that were on the wood floor.I noticed it was starting to rain, I inclined myself on the window to hear the little,tiny drops of rain falling from the sky.

As I was looking at the window, I glanced at the beautiful view of the mountains while trying to figure out how many cloud were visible at the time.

I could hear footsteps from afar and doors slamming in various times,I curiously took a quick look downstairs. The footsteps were even louder, it's coming from the kitchen, I suddenly started shaking. looking around me,with my vintage Pajama .Until I realized it was my Grandmother Victoria. She was packing our things in large sized boxes while talking with someone on the phone,I found out it was the man who sold us the new house that we are planning to go to.

"Amelia! Get your stuff ,we are leaving."-said my Grandmother.
I did not say anything, I'm a person of no-words I went upstairs, looked in the mirror of my lifeless old room. I brushed my medium length brown hair, counting how many freckles are in my pale skin not forgetting to put vaseline on my cracked lips. With still my pajamas on I was walking towards my room next to the bathroom, I choose a black vintage dress with long sleeves that matched with my green eyes, that looked like emeralds said always my Grandmother as a compliment.

I made my way to the living room holding my old suitcase from Sweden, as I was walking , I could hear my Grandmother having a conversation with someone,someone who I don't know.

Biting my nails I nervously walked around my Grandmother , trying not to attract attention to both of them. I knew it was a man, grown up man about 40 years old , he was tall and fearly well dressed .He was wearing a hat with a rim that partly hides his face. He leans forward slightly and lights a cigarette, while surveying the surrounding area.He gave me a smile and said.

"You must be the little Amelia"

Grandmother gave a smile waiting me to say something back to him.But as I said I'm a person of no-words.
He looked rather confused but happy , very rare.

My Grandmother started introducing me to him,apparently his name is Boris Clark and he works as a receptionist in a hotel in Boston.I took not interest on the conversation but I was quite curious to know a little about him.I was certainly not in love with him, I'm a girl with no feelings as well as no words.

It was twelve o'clock, the moving van was ready all our stuff was inside.I took my Teddy with me , I don't know how I am so fond to this Teddy.Anyways, me, Grandmother and Boris sat on the front sit of the van I was in the middle of them both.

We made ourselves comfortable in the van and off it goes the van, to our new house outside Boston. In most of the trip I looked ahead on the road, when he started asking me peculiar questions.

"How old are you,hunn are you 12 years old? " I did not say anything once again.His posh accent irritated me somehow.

Grandmother replied -"She is 15 years old"
He gave a quick glance at me and quickly looked back on the road.

"Don't you talk, sweetheart ".he asked again.

I, so badly wanted to answer his question. But I could not spoil my image of a mysterious girl.

I do talk but I decided a long time not to. Until it came a habit.

He stopped asking questions and stared at the road.
My Grandmother was reading a book of her childhood that she found on EBay for causality. I did nothing as always.

We stopped in front of a Victorian house, my Grandmother and Boris were taking our things inside the house. That house was very creepy, looks like it was abandoned, I did not like the look of it but is something else that was scaring me,like a feeling but not a positive one.

As I stood, gazing at the dilapidated house. I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my small spine. The cold air enveloped my entire body. My clothing could not protect against the deathly cold. The walkway leading up to house were cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Red roses grown wildly in thick batches by the gate. Ponds of crystalline Water were surrounding me.

The door begrudgingly creaked open, the door did not give way easily; a forceful push was needed. Musty, dank order creep into my nose. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks, moans and the footsteps of my Grandmother and Boris . Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. I quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit.

"Well with a little bit of cleaning and paint the house will look wonderful" -said my Grandmother giving a sight of disappointment at the state of the house, but looking enthusiastic for Boris's sake.

Boris lived next door in a caravan outside our garden, meaning that we will see him everyday. GREAT..NOT!

Boris was giving a tour of the house to us, he looked as if he knew a lot about the house, which was creepy.

"How do you know a lot about this house?"-asked my Grandmother while looking for her phone on her new purse.

Boris gave a smile and said -"It was my grand, grand father's house"

He went on about how much he loved this house, but couldn't stay. Wonder Why?

That's Why he lived in a caravan next to us.

"Ma'am you wouldn't mind me to live next to you in my caravan?said Boris in a very respectful manner.

Grandmother smiled, you could see in her eyes how delighted she was. I'm sorry to say that my Grandmother is such a fool.