Not playing Cinderella

Not Playing Cinderella [13]

Not Playing Cinderella [13]

Darkness flooded my eyes for the second time in what felt like two minutes. Sleep, just wasn't long enough. Something just always managed to ruin it. Always.

Sods law.

Without giving me time to properly wake up, my ears were flooded with the sound of desperate screaming. Urgent whispering soon followed, shooting fear straight through my heart. With my vision still hazy, i forced myself out of bed, despite desperate protests sounding in my brain. Curiosity had filled me completely, i was totally intrigued. An alarm had been immediately triggered in my mind, and was now screaming danger right in front of me. The face of fear was staring me straight in the face, and the only thing stopping me from seeing it, was my own cowardice state of mind.

Well that, and the fact it was pitch black.

At first, one word sprang to mind, Danny. I'd considered it to be a prank. But i was almost certain the scream belonged to a girl. And i was the only other female in this house- as far as i knew anyway. Nobody had told me any different so i just presumed. And the scream defiantly hadn't come from my dry lips.

Shaking with fear, i did my best to stumble through my unpacked possessions scattered across the room, i hadn't been here long enough yet to know my way around here blind folded. Damn the fact that it takes longer than a couple of hours to memorise a room.

With my hands placed out in front of me, i continued to walk around the darkened pit of confusion in a urgent search for the door handle; the way out.

'Shit!' I whispered as quickly and quietly as one can when in severe pain. My foot had made contact with something i didn't remember being there, however, instead of sticking around to investigate the strange, sharp, object, i fled into the direction i'd thought the door would be in.

After several moments of feeling around the shadows for whatever was hidden inside, finally, my slim fingers gripped the cold, rusty metal of the handle. Slowly, i dragged it open, exposing light to the deprived room behind me.

Sighing, i stepped into the light, shocking my eyes in the process, revealing what exactly i was so fearful of but keeping myself hidden from whatever had made the sound i'd been woken up with.

Amongst the light, came a whisper, full of sharp threats and meaningful words tied in with a harsh tone.

'Janie, keep it shut! You'll wake our new house mate! You know damn well what the consequences are of your disobedience!'

And with that, i backed off into the shadows, careful not to make any sound as i shut the door in front of me but kept my ear pressed against the cold wood, the only thing stopping me being in the centre of a crisis.

Despite my safety behind the door, the whispers of hatred continued. 'And quit crying! If you wake Samantha up, i swear to god you won't ever be released from here. There won't be a life for you to go back to. I swear i'll break you until you beg to be kept safe here! Don't test me Jane'.

The words were filled with utter spite against the girl in a tight grasp of someone clearly she detested. Without hearing her words, i couldn't work out how desperate she was to be free but i could still imagine the amount of pain she was in from being in an obvious position of kidnap.

A muffled scream sounded again and ran the path to my ears almost immediately as it was cut short by what i presumed to be the hand of her kidnapper. Trying to work out who was behind the unfolding scene, my eyes closed, and i winced in gratitude, thankful that it wasn't me in that situation. But also guilt because if i'd had woken a couple moments ago, maybe Jane wouldn't be suffering and i would. I'd much rather that to be honest.

Shaking with fear, i removed my head away from the door and backed off until my shell landed on my bed. From where i was sat, no sound with the exception of my breathing could be heard throughout the house. But even then, i couldn't sleep because i knew there was a scene unfolding just outside of the door.

Lying unsettled under the ruffled bed sheets, a tear escaped the dark prison of my eyes in sympathy for Jane. She was just a victim. A victim of a much undeserved crime.

I watched as the light threatening to creep under my door, back away as shadows overtook the land outside, leaving the entire house in pure darkness, including my painful thoughts.

Whilst lying still, the underlying thought of who Jane's kidnapper could be stalked the back of my mind, making me aware of its presence without dancing too far into the light and making the idea too obvious.

Light dragged me further into a painful reality as my door was pushed open by whatever monster lay on the other side. Eyes glued shut and breathing slowed, i skipped through suspects, like songs on an ipod, in my head. If it was possible to appear as though i was sleeping and discover the identity of the kidnapper living amongst the people in the house, i'd have taken the opportunity without overlooking it once. But there wasn't. It was either my own safety or everyone ending up getting hurt because of me. Already drowning in guilt, i wasn't ready to take on anymore self blame.

'Shh little Sammie. It'll all be okay. Just sleep'. A pain receptor sounded off mentally, interupting my suspect shuffling, as the voice sang in my ear, sounding thick with sleep already. Distant, was everything i'd been in the middle of a few moments ago. A single jab of pain entered my arm as my eyes closed as my body, mind and soul drifted into a sea of wondering thoughts.

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A/N-

Sorry its not as long as the other chapters, i just didn't want Sammie drifting into the danger and i couldn't really think how to explain the events in a longer chapter without her being in the mess herself.

Maybe next chapter will be better! <3