A Rose Made Of Glass (unfinished)

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter one

~December 25, 2011~

Amelia! Run, go somewhere safe!" she yelled.

I started to run, I ran up the stairs to an old Victorian looking house. Then, I watched my five year-old hand reach up and grab the door knob twisting it until it opened. Not knowing what to do next, I hurried into the house locking the door behind me. I sprinted over to the closest window and watched as the evil man that would live to regret it, kill my mother with a swift stab through the heart with a sword that glistened red in the air before he was about to strike. As if sensing me watching, he turned his head toward the window and said something that has been haunting me forever, something he only said to me.

"I will find you, little one. Don't doubt my ability. I will find you, where ever you are, whatever you are. And when I do, you will met the same tragic death you poor mother was just granted I will find you." And then he was gone.

I woke up screaming in a tangle of blankets, and my alarm clock blaring, waiting for me to wake up. I slowly pick myself off the bed and check across the room to make sure Maeve is still asleep. Sure enough, the seven year-old orphan is still laying there sleeping silently and taking deep breathes in between small whispers. I can tell she is having nightmare just like I was, the only difference is that my nightmares bring back the past, the scariest thing of all. Although it's no surprise she's having nightmares, just like every other kid in this prison we call an orphanage, I get off my bed and walk over to her bed, stroking her hair soothingly until she stops mumbling.

I get dressed and walk out of the bedroom door, as I walked out I saw a post-it-note stuck to the door.

DON'T FORGET WE ARE HAVING A CHRISTMAS PARTY LATER-

MAKE SURE THE HOUSE IS CLEAN.

I tear the sticky note of the door and wrote a small reminder on my hand before walking out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. I turn on the coffee machine, and walk over to the window to watch the snow plows drive across the newly snow covered roads. I go up to the counter and pick up my steaming mug, I see the icicles on the door across the street, gleaming like little glassy spears. I shiver against the cold breeze coming from underneath the door.

The burnt embers of the fire I started last night are still lying on the ground of the big marble fireplace. I pick up the wood from last night and make another fire. I put down my coffee and watch the fire, slowly lighting the embers to a warm red glow, then sparking the wood to a nice even flame.

I enjoy watching the fire, its beautiful flames licking the hard glass wall that stops them from leaping out and engulfing us in a warm red and orange glow. I finally stop watching the flames so I can start my chores. Since I am the oldest here at the "FREMONT MORNING GREEN ORPHANAGE" I have to do all of the work. Only two more years until I turn eighteen and get to leave this place for good, I place my coffee of the mantle and start cleaning the house for the Christmas party.

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A couple of hours later the clock strikes nine o'clock and my fire is still warming the house as I am getting everybody ready for bed, I pick up Maeve and put her in her bed so I can get ready for the party.

This year Ms. Sharlock is letting me go to it for two reasons, it's Christmas Eve, and the second to last year I legally have to be held prisoner at the orphanage. I slip on my new purple dress and buckle on my black heels. My hair is a mess so I put it up and curl the few pieces of my silvery white strands still hanging down. Finally, I pick up the my locket from where I had put it down before getting ready, and latch it back around my neck. Once it's on I open it and gaze at the picture inside, it's of a woman maybe in her mid-twenties and on the other side a man no older than her.