Deep, Dark Secrets

Deep, Dark Secrets: 1

Ebony Black.

How do you even start to describe Ebony Black? Sixteen and alone. Alone in the world. Her name pretty much gives her entire appearence away. Black hair and dark-brown eyes. Ice-cold, pale skin. Ice-cold. Pretty much like her personality.

As she yanked her bony, un-polished fingers through her knotty, coal-black hair, tears pricked her eyes like needles. The only person who had ever loved her. The only person who made her life worth living. Dead. Her mother, Rosalyn Black. Beautiful. Blonde with sky-blue eyes. The complete opposite to Ebony who gained her looks from her long-lost father. Not that Ebony was ugly or anything, she just thought she was. She despised what she saw every time she looked in the mirror.

An only child. Her only friend being a doll. Given to her by her Great-Grandmother. Her name...Crimson. Crimson went everywhere with Ebony. Crimson had hair the colour of fire. She was dressed in a red Victorian party dress. Ebony had bullies. Everywhere she went, they followed. Crimson helped her through everything. Ebony would imagine Crimson was one of the bullies. She would twist her hair and punch her repeatedly. When she did this, she imagined their screams and yells of pain. She could almost hear them. It was like...it was like it was real. Like...they were screaming and yelling. It felt good. Crimson never broke though. She stayed with Ebony. And has done all her life.

Ebony stared in the mirror at her reflection. Her black dress reflected her mood. It was almost time for her mother's funeral. Almost time to say goodbye. Soon she would be out of this village and into another, for she was going to live with her Great-Grandfather whom she'd never met. He was the only family her mother had ever told her about. As far as she was aware, he was her only family left.

She pulled herself away from the mirror and to the window. She noticed a black car parking outside her garage. She grabbed her handbag making sure Crimson was inside and ran down the stairs. She flung open the door and once she was through it she slammed it shut.

The driver of the taxi opened the passenger seat door and she slid in. The journey was awkward and uncomfortable. After a while she finally arrived at the venue of the funeral.

A mass of black clothes were flooding into the church. Ebony gulped back tears as she paid the driver and headed into the church, amongst the other mourners. She recognised none of them - not that there were many.

Sypathetic smiles and looks were shot her way as she walked down the aisle. She shrugged them off and took her seat at the front. A giant, long, wooden box with the words, "Rosalyn Black, Beloved Friend, Daughter, Sister and Aunt," carved down the side. Tears leaked out of Ebony's eyes and stained her cheeks. Where was the word, "Mother?" Was she not a beloved mother? She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and marched up to the altar where the priest stood, about to start the service.

"Do I not mean anything to you people?" She hissed.

"Excuse me?" The priest asked innocently.

"That's my mother lying in that coffin. My mother!"

"I don't quite understand what you're getting at, my dear."

"Beloved friend, daughter, sister and aunt!" Ebony spat. People were starting to turn their heads towards the altar, "No fricking beloved mother!"

"Calm down, Ebony, is it?" The priest's cheeks were burning the colour of Crimson's hair, "If it means that much to you, we'll have the coffin message re-carved."

Ebony swore, "Oh my God! I don't want a bloody message on a bloody coffin! I just want people to know I loved my mother. I want people to know she had a daughter who loved her. A daughter who..." Ebony struggled to find the right words.

"Young lady," The priest's tone was loud and clear, "I know you're upset but please do not use the Lord's name in vain in my presence or in the presence of God, for that matter!"

"I can do what I effing like and you aren't going to tell me otherwise. Neither is your bloody church!" Ebony stormed back down the aisle. Gasps of horror were exchanged between people as she passed. Everybody was left speechless.

Ebony sat down on a bench outside and buried her head in her hands. Floods of tears emerged out of her eyes and she thrust her head backwards in anger making it slam against the back of the bench. The pain caused more tears to fall. She pressed her fingers against the back of her head and a red, sticky liquid appeared. She clenched her fists in annoyance making her knuckles turn white.

What was happening to her?