Malrow!

Chapter 1- 'The belt'

  Annabeth!!" She yelled. "Annabeth!!!" She would yell again. "Annabeth, Annabeth, Annabeth!" Her voice would become louder and louder, closer and closer. I tugged my knee's up to my chest and covered my ears with my hands. "Annabeth!" She yelled once again. Her footstep's came closer and closer. I could hear her right around the hall. She was there. She would get me. I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes. I hugged my knee's tightly trying to make as little noise as possible. The door slammed open. I knew then my time was up. Her footstep's walked around the room and finally stopped at the wardrobe. I covered my mouth with my hand trying to stop the sound of my breathing. No, no, no, no... I repeated. The door's of the wardrobe swung open, reveling to me, a beautiful woman with large green eyes and light brown hair.  My mother. 

"M-Mother.. I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry." She looked at me with the eyes of a killer. She pulled me out of wardrobe by the wrist flinging me onto the floor.

"Annabeth. You are the successor to your father business. You must be the perfect girl. You failed your afternoon lesson. Therefor, a punishment is in order. Get the belt."

"No.. Please I'm sorry.. I won't ever do it again! I'm sorry please.." 

"I said get the belt!" She snapped at me while putting a hand to her hip. "Hurry. Do it now."

"Y-Yes.." I said, getting up off the cold wood floor. I walked out of the room  with my head down. My step's got heavier and heavier as I approached my father bedroom. My fingers curled under the handle bars of the dresser. I slowly pulled it open, knowing what was to come. I could hear my mother cough in the next room, signaling for me to hurry up. I grabbed the belt and shut the dresser, then I exited the room. As soon as I walked into the room where my mother was she took me by the wrist. She threw me back onto the floor. "On your stomach." I hesitated at first. "Now." She spoke with venom in her words. I obeyed. I couldn't fight her. She raised her hand to the air and bought down the belt on my back. Over and over. Again and again. She would continue hitting me.                        

       "Don't ever miss your lesson's again!! You stupid girl! Why aren't you better! You're not good enough!" She said, as she continued hitting me. She tossed the belt onto the floor. Her face expression was mixed with pleasure and pain. "Go put the belt back and clean yourself up. You have your evening lesson's soon. Don't be late. Don't miss them. And if I don't hear from your instructor that you're doing the best. The belt." She walked out of the room with a smile. She would go back to pretending. Back to acting. She was always pretending.. Always.. I stood up and fluffed my dress back down. Grabbing the belt on my way as I exited the room. I had to change. Blood was seeping through the dress. Evening lessons, evening lessons, evening lessons.. I kept repeating it. I cant forget. I have to do the best. I changed out of the dress and went to lay on the bed. It was soft and warm.. I slid my hand through the warm over blanket. It was expensive and the pattern was complicated. Swirls, diamonds and other shapes. I want to grow up and leave this place.. Someday.. Maybe I'll work extra hard and mother will love me. My eyes started to close and I fell asleep..

My eyes quickly shot open due to the tugging on my wrist. My leg's started to move along with the dragging. My eyes's couldn't keep up. I continued going along with this tugging as my eyes adjusted. I was being pulled down my hallway. I looked up to see mother's back. She was pulling me. But why? Her hair swayed back and forth as she continued walking. She didn't look at me. She didn't speak to me. She just kept pulling me. But why? What did I do this time? Evening lessons. I fell asleep. My eyes started to tear up. No.. Not the belt. Please anything but that. Not again. I started to pull back and she tightened the grip on my wrist. No. No. She walked into my fathers room, she tossed me onto the bed and pulled out the belt. She turned me around and started violently wiping my back again. It hurt twice as bad. Again and again. Harder and harder. Maker her stop... I closed my eyes. I didn't want to feel this pain anymore. Not again. No more. Please maker her stop. When she was satisfied hitting me she grabbed me by the wrist once more. What now? Has she not had enough? She walked faster and faster pulling on my wrist more and more. Down the stairs we went. She was terrifying. No... Not the seller. Not again. She tossed me onto the cement floor.

"No mother!! I'm sorry!! Please not again! I'M SORRY!!" 

She started walking back up the old splintery staircase. I chased after her, apologizing with every step. She shut the door on my face and I banged on the door. Tears were streaming down my face. "Let me out please.. Please.. I'm begging you.. Not again. I cant take it in the dark!" 

"Annabeth. Two day's time in the dark without food or water. I'm scheduling your next lesson. Maybe this will teach you to be better. Just be perfect for once!" She said and I heard her footsteps leaving. I banged on the door over and over. I don't like this darkness. Please.. I cant do this again.. 

    I opened my eyes and quickly sat up. I observed my surrounding's. To my surprise I wasn't surrounded in darkness. I was in a bed. My bed. Wiping my forehead of sweat I got up. A dream..? I walked over to my looking glass. (Mirror) A sixteen year old girl stood looking at me. Green eyes and brown hair. That's right...It was a dream after all.. Mom died.