"Where did you go Amelie? where did you go?"
" I met a girl once she sorta ripped me open"
Amelie lives just over the hill. What happens when she gets trapped in a wardrobe with the Pevensie children?
Trigger Warning ⚠️
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My head felt like it was running a marathon. I covered my ears as my fathers screams echo throughout the house. I try to find little details in my house I haven't discovered yet. I find a small crack on the wall I hadn't seen before. My eyes stay on that crack on the wall. I focus on it as his screams are directly in front of my face. My attention is taken away from the crack when he rips my face to be face to face with him. His face was wrinkly. His hands were dirty and calloused. His nose was way too big for his face. His eyelashes were so short you had to focus on them to realize they were even there. His eyebrows were unplucked and his lips were chapped and it looked like he had gone back to his old habit of biting his lip till it bled. The only resemblance we had to one another was our eyes. I've always hated my eyes because of that reason.
God had gotten lazy and created me an exact copy of my mother. My mother died when I was young. She got sick and I couldn't say goodbye because she was scared I was gonna get sick. My father had these drunken outburst every couple of days. He sees me and thinks its my mother Maryanne. He screams at me for leaving him and it ends up with him sobbing into my shoulder. I grew up young and I knew I had to for my father he was the only thing I had. Even if he wasn't much he was still my father.
I was lucky enough to not get my fathers anger but my mothers kindness and absence of noise. In this situation I wish I could speak up to my father. I wanted the hitting to stop and I wanted to leave the house as quickly as I could. I was young still though. I had at least three years before I could even think about being on my own. I almost started to put tallies on my wall counting down the days until I could leave the small house.
It wasn't the house that I hated. Sure I didn't have a bed or light in my room but it was still my room and space. There were tons of cracks in the wall but the home just needed a touch of love is all. It hadn't gotten that since my mother passed away.
It seemed like a curse was put onto the house and it affected everything around it. The flowers never grew healthy around here. One time I was walking home and it was a beautiful day but as soon as my home came into view it immediately started to thunder and within seconds it was pouring and the sun had completely disappeared.
My father was calming down and coming out of his episode. He lay his head in my lap sobbing.His tears caused my nightgown to become wet. I waited for him to fall asleep and then slowly walked outside to be able to get out of the house and get some peace and quiet. The rain was slowly falling and I knew the pace of the rain was about to pick up. It was almost like nature knew I was about to go outside and it tried to match my mood.
A breeze ran through the yard. The rain began to pick up as I predicted and my face began to grow cold. I looked towards the large professors house just over the hill. I walked up the hill. My shoe gets stuck in the mud as I reach the top and I ripped it out in a swift motion. "Are you okay?" I hear and I snap my head to the right not expecting anyone to be up here.
A boy with blonde wet hair was sitting at the top of the hill. He must have saw me rip my shoes out from the mud. I was wearing a long white night gown and it now looked incredibly dirty and muddy. I worried for a moment that the rain might make it see through but thankfully it didn't.
"Yes I'm okay" I speak out and he looks back towards the wet grass quietly. I look over at him and then back towards the professors house. "Do you live at the professors house?" I ask and the boy nods. He then rips a chunk of grass out of the earth and plays with it in his hands. I walk over and sit by him. His hands were now dirty from the earths mud.
"How long are you staying with him?, is it just you?" I ask and he looks up at me and I get a good look at his face this time. He looked around my age. He had a baby face but a mature nature about him. His shoulders seemed tense like he had a lot on his plate. It seemed like if he was under this much stress for a couple days more his hair would turn gray.
"I have three siblings." he says and looks at me. His eyes softens when he sees my bruise on my cheek. He reaches up and tries to touch it. I pull back and stand up. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to invade" he says and I brush him off. "You're okay I should go" I say and start down the hill. "Wait what's your name I'm Peter!" he yells and I look back up to him.
"Amelie" I say back. I'm not even sure he heard me. I do however hear him say "wow" as I dart off towards home. I walk through the door and my father is asleep curled up in a ball. I wished I had someone anyone that I could talked to about anything.