Aurora

Homely feeling

Aurora was still asleep when I got back. The realistic realisation of what I just did was unbelievable, there is a slight feel of guilt for leaving Nuria there all alone with the queen of Devils. I walked into the caravan to attempt to make it feel more 'homely', I got out one of the chilled water bottles, yanked off my already ruined right sleeve of my dress, poured water onto the fabric and started scrubbing away the stains and dust from all corners and creaks. I ripped off the curtains to let in as much of the outside happiness inside, I ruffled the curtains into a little ball and stuffed it behind a counter, I next adventured into the fridge where shelves were cracked, draws were full to the brim of stagnate water, a rat was nibbling on a piece of mouldy bread and the temperature dial was hiding behind a blanket of moss. I ever so slightly dragged the bread just far enough so I could grab the rat, I let him stumble around my sweaty palms then I pushed him through the hole in he window. I then chucked the mouldy bread out the door and out of sight. Standing on the table I could see what looked clean and what didn't, the floor was fine, the fridge was already clean(ish) from the outside without needing a scrub, I washed the table and counters until they shimmered against the light. Now he inside seemed decent enough to live in so I wandered outside to let the sun cover my face, it warmed up my skin and it cast an overpowering shadow. I cleaned the outside of the caravan too. I poured water on the rearview mirror to the point where I could see a emotionless face staring back, the daisy chain wrapped around the caravan was battered and near the end of its life so I plucked out some more that were grouped near the tree where my Minnie the mouse pen was shattered. I added them to the ends to make it longer and rewrapped the chain so it was less likely to fall off. Something tickled the top of my head as I was about to step back in the caravan; Aurora was whirling around a section of my hair and smiling a fresh smile. Promptly she jumped down and followed me inside, her happiness grew when she saw her dirty old chunk of metal brand new and clean. While she was clambering around the counters and hopping on top of the fridge I saw I hadn't made the bed so I quickly did that. It felt like I had been cleaning for the whole day even though the sun was only halfway through the sky; meaning it was around twelve o'clock. My back ached right in the centre where my grazed fingers can't reach, I threw my shoes off to left of me hitting and chipping the wall, when I looked down my feet were blistered all down the sides with skin trickling off. But I know this is my life now, and I can get used to it due to the fact I know what the other option is. I suggested we should take another trip to the waterfall and she obviously approved. I skipped out of the door then made my way to the rose bushes, I suddenly heard a thump. Aurora was behind me on the floor not moving. Rushing towards her she still had a heartbeat going but was cold still. Her hands were also cold while I pulled her back into the caravan, I leaned her against the fridge door and covered her with the torn blanket from the bed. I grabbed another water bottle and attempted to quench her thirst thinking it could wake her, my heartbeat was running twice as fast as five minutes ago, I wish there was some way of giving her some of my heartbeats to get her up again. I shut the caravan door to try and lock some warmth inside, I squished myself into the covers too. Her crystallised still face made her looked like she was sound asleep but there is no explanation for why she would randomly crumble to the leaves. The blanket was a glass box protecting both of us and keeping us safe from the outside world or anything that comes across us. The caravan lost all 'homely' feeling and was a box of darkness trapping us with no hope. Just when I thought running away was saving me from pain.