Aurora

Blue eyes

I sensed her blue eyes were burning into me, I could feel my hair moving around as she examined it. I gradually raised my head to look at her but the moment her eyes met mine she dropped the strand or hair, jumped off the decaying van over my head and ran in there. I saw her hands and feet under the bed hiding. It was amazing how she got under there, then I tried to say hi. Getting down on my side to talk to her she recoiled a little with most of her twisty locks in front of her face only her vibrant puffy lips pushing through. Every time I slid my hand under and closer to hers, she shuffled back so that tactic was failing to communicate. I lent back against the counter as I huffed. Wind blew through moulded holes in the walls bringing a chilly bite on my skin. I placed my hands into my cardigan when something pushed one hand back out, it was a chewy sweet in a dark blue wrapper. I could give it to the girl. Her eyes followed the sweet when I rolled it towards her, she glanced at me to check if it was a trap, I gave a small smile so she would take it. And she did, one sharp movement and she was nibbling all around it. I think she started to trust me because a foot emerged from the darkness of the shadow, and then another foot, hand then the other hand. Her cold little pokerface stared at me. She sat with her legs crossed and her muddy hands it front, sitting like a dog."what's your name?" I questioned trying to break the silence however she didn't change her pose. "Well... My names Stella" I told her waiting for an answer. "Can you not speak?" This idea came to me as I was having a one way conversation with myself. She was wearing a t-shirt that was too big for her so it worked as a dress. The t-shirt had a round collar as sewed on leaves dancing round it. Underneath she wore some damaged leggings in brown, well they could of been white for all I know but where she is living probably means they've lost some colour. One leg was half the length it was ripped so much. Every tile in the two meter space of kitchen was either cracked or chipped. They were discoloured with weeds coming through the bottom of the caravans engine and out the creases of the tiles, their was a spilt stain near the fridge covering at least seven of the tiles, it was mucky yellow and it had a shine to it if you tilt your head following the ray of light from the smashed window above the moss infested sink. I put my hand back in my pocket to see if I could give her another sweet but instead I found myself pulling out a ball-point pen. It was a old buy from Disney land when I went two years ago, I was only little. My favourite princess was aurora from sleeping beauty, I don't really know why to be honest but guess it was because it was the first princess movie I watched and I like how I could relate to her, she hardly saw her parents so maids (well they acted and dressed like maids) looked after her. I dressed up as her when I went there, Nuria didn't dress up as anything as apparently she was 'too old' but I forced her to wear a crown I got for free. This sounds like a lovely family day out you would think, my parents didn't come. They were too busy with work to spend time with their own family so me and Nuria went with our servants Mindy and Keela. But this pen for some reason just had a plastic Minnie doing a curtsy in her poka dot dress. The girl looked at it then her pupils widened, she backed away I little tumbling as she did, I tried to convince her it was nothing that could hurt her but that meant I got up which only startled her more. She jumped and clambered onto one of the counters knocking over a purple tinted glass then watching it smash into the tiles cracking another one. I knelt next to the glass and started to pick the shards up in case she came back and cuts herself. She had jumped out of the window and moved a curtain ever so lightly to block out that bright been of sunshine to leave me in haunting darkness.