Limited

Chapter Two

I had not yet witnessed the room and as I came in contact with it's beautifully decorated walls, I was instantly amazed. The walls were decorated with salmon coloured Roses on wallpaper with a plain, white background and were scattered all over the wallpaper in an uneven fashion. They were all different sizes and the eloquence of their presence lit up the room and brought a homely feel into the house. A fireplace sat at the back of the room accompanied by a giant mirror which sat above. The room shined with the sun as it beamed through the front windows, sending warm feelings through my stomach. Though the room felt much like the place to be, it had not been given its furniture yet. The words spoken within the room we're echoed and tossed around the house as everywhere else hadn't been given their rightful possessions.

I walked further into the room noticing the loud creek of the wooden floorboards.

"This is my daughter, Amelia." My Mum introduced me to our new neighbours who stood proudly in our living room.

"It's lovely to meet you." Said a woman about the same age as my Mum. She held out her hand and I shook it out of kindness.

"These are our new neighbours." My Mum told me.

I smiled and nodded as I was kindly greeted by the family. They were a big family. Six children and of course, two parents. Except their father was away in Canada for most of the time. They said they had considered moving there but had not yet made a final decision.

The youngest was six. Her name was Susan. She had marvellously long, curly, golden hair and it glistened in the sunlight and bounced with her as she jumped up and down with excitement. Her eyes were a deep blue. They reminded me of my stay in Spain as the spanish seas and her eyes both sparkled in the sunlight. Her smile was dazzling. It would be impossible to say no to a face like hers. Her purple summer dress came to her knees and was decorated with a few little flowers sewn on in several different places. She wore white dolly shoes with little daisies on the straps and in her hair, was a small, pink bow.

The second and third youngest was a set of twins. Samantha and Stephany. They were eight and looked like older versions of Susan. Their hair was both blonde and curly and also glistened in the sunlight. Their eyes were a pale blue instead of the ocean coloured eyes that Susan had. Their smiles were just as dazzling as Susan's and could easily get them a cookie from someone in a bad mood. They both wore matching dresses of the colour red with white ribbons following around the waist and white sandals with pretty bows decorating the straps.

The third from the oldest was Chris. He looked a bit of a tough one. Even though he was only 13, he looked as though he was trying very hard to stay cool. He differed from the younger three. His eyes were brown as well as his hair and he already looked like he was building up some muscle. He wore sweatpants with a plain blue t-shirt that read 'Nike' on it, along with the signature tick.

As the second oldest, Molly at the age of 16 tried to act as if she didn't care. In her bright, pink wedges and white summer dress, she instantly came across as the type who loves a good gossip, hair, nails and makeup. Her hair was blonde like Susan's and the twins but straight. It sat high in a ponytail and hung halfway down her back. Her eyes were the same pale blue as the twins' and her makeup was bold with pink eyeshadow and fake eyelashes, accompanied by bright pink lipstick on her perfectly shaped lips and completely noticeable foundation.

Lastly there was Nixon. Aged 17 with almost black hair that hung loosely over his bright blue eyes. Brighter than the Susan's; brighter than anything. He stood tall and proud, full of life and with a cheeky smile that said 'trouble'. He wore a white v-necked t-shirt and black skinny jeans with old and ruined converses.

I stood speechless yet embarrassed when he caught my eye and smiled at me.

"Thank you so much for greeting us." My Mum said to the woman.

The woman had short, blonde curly hair and pale blue eyes. She looked stressed yet happy. She was tall and thin and wore a plain white vest tucked into her jeans and white pumps on her feet. The name Tessa, belonged to the woman.

"It's no trouble at all. We were all quite keen to find out who had bought this wonderful place." Her eyes wandered around the room.

Nixon suddenly let out a laugh and all eyes were drawn to him. "Sorry, just pictured yesterday in my head again." He struggled to say without laughing again.

Tessa sent a stern look Nixon's way and he jumped back in the cage.

"How about I set up the kettle and we all have a cup of tea?" My Mum suggested.

"Sounds lovely." Tessa said.

My Mum and Tessa wandered out of the living room and everyone followed. Except for Nixon.

"Do you really like this place?" Nixon asked me before I left the room after everyone else.

I stopped and turned to face him directly. "The front garden scares me and the top floor is too normal. But I like this room." I told him and followed through to the kitchen.

As I entered the kitchen, Samantha and Stephany were teaching Susan how to play pat-a-cake and my Mum and Tessa were talking. Molly was in the corner on the phone to someone.

I had no interest in being there as not much was happening, so I walked out to the moving van and decided to lift out some heavy boxes.

I climbed into the back of the van and had a rummage around. I found a box with my name on and leaned over it, placing my hands underneath, getting ready to lift it. Just as I put my muscles to work, one of the men who my Mum hired to help out, turned up.

"Hold up there little lady. Let me take that." The man climbed into the back of the van and insisted on taking the box from me.

"No, it's okay. I have it." I ignored the gestured hands from the man that offered to take the box and carried the box to the edge of the van. I placed the box down on the small lift at the back of the van and pressed the down button on the elevator switch. I watched the box go down on the small lift and jumped out from the back of the van when it stopped. I picked up the box again and took it indoors. When I reached the foyer, I placed the box on the floor and gasped for air.

"Need a hand?" Nixon asked strolling out of the kitchen and into the foyer.

"No thanks." I picked the box up and hurried up the stairs, placing it down on the half landing to catch my breath once again. I returned to the box and carried it to the top landing, feeling as though my muscles were burning to ash. I took a nice long breath as I placed the box on the floor of the top floor landing and wiped the invisible sweat from my forehead. I stood still and took note of each door leading into a room. I had already taken a small peek in three of them but I hadn't seen beyond the forth door. It was placed on the far right side of the landing, away from the others. I left the box on the landing and walked over to the door. I slowly placed my hand on the handle and turned it. The door creaked open and I quietly walked inside.

The floorboards were silent and the room was dense. I placed my hand on the dark wall and felt around for the light switch. When I found it, I flicked the switch the the room lit up. Somehow the room differed from the others. Though everything about it looked completely identical to the other rooms. The plain, white wallpaper, the wooden floor, the fireplace at back and even the shape. All of the four rooms seemed like an optical illusion as they looked all the same. But this room seemed different.

The floorboards may not have creaked and the air may have been cooler than usual but something about it made me feel as though I should be concerned, yet it also felt welcoming.

I turned my back and went to collect my box from the landing. Instead of picking up the box again, I decided to push it. I pushed the box far into the room when suddenly it stopped in the centre. The box would go no further no matter how hard I continued to push. I pulled the box back away from what seemed to be stopping it from going any further and glanced at the floorboards. I noticed one had been previously lifted up from its original place. I knelt down and grabbed the floorboard and pulled it up. The floorboard easily broke away from its place and underneath sat a small safe. I reached inside and pulled out the safe. I looked closely at the small box and gave a small smile when I noticed there was no lock. I placed my hand on the tiny handle, paused for a moment and then opened the safe.