123 Amberwood creek

Isolation

There I lay on the abandoned  floor, unkept from cleanliness as my face becomes powdered in dust for two whole days. I became incapable and weak as I struggle to even reach past my knees. Never knowing what this place was until my my feet had breached its insides and here I stay in isolation and starvation, I had been locked in this room and no food had even occurred.

At first I thought that I had gone crazy I had. A voice I heard. Whisper like voice there was from the tunnel a centimetre off the ground covered by detailed iron work of a cage. I let my inner craziness let out as this voice still wondered the halls in my mind. But then soon I realised its not me, someone really is trying to communicate with me, I should listen.

"Life or death?" The voice echoed through the tunnel in the wall.
"Life." I barely managed to make out as my mouth could hardly adjust itself to the smallest movements. How could it be? The door effortlessly opened itself. Releasing itself for my exit. I walked through and heard the voice again say , "Go down a flight off stairs and on your right walk down the corridor, do as I say." I did as instructed. But before the voice once again said," But of course first you have to meet the masters expectations and accompany him with your Amberwood presence. The master had left you a package."

I had turned my back and to my surprise a package was in that very same room which hadn't been there before. An unusual one which had not been placed there whilst my presence was once in its position. My eyes had saw an old piece of paper folded so carefully around whatever it had contained, but what a shame the papers age and care abouts ruined the appearance.

I made my way back to the room walking ever so gingerly to the package. My hands held the package inspecting and feeling it as if it were a Christmas present. This was not Christmas. The package stained my hands grey with the ancient dust from the floor - what had I expected? Carefully I unfold it and see a corset like thing,dress, tights, and an old pair of shiny petite heels. This is what I was expected to wear in order to meet my uncles acquaintance I see. I guess my first one was far than disappointing.

As I tightened my black dingey shoe laces and brushed myself down from every little spec of dust, I was ready. These clothes were no help in satisfying me. My skin was too fair that i got washed away in the blackness of the dress, evenworse, my hair faded into the dress. As black as despair someone once described my hair, an old classmate had said, my old school companions didn't like me at all especially after my family disappeared and they all knew i was the only one on the case. I didn't know wether I liked this compliment or not, this dangerous disguise people pursued me as prevented them from spreading lies to my face. It's also not flattering that my legs are shockingly too tall; my uncle had underestimated my height.

I rewalk my last retraced steps as i entered the hallways of no return and my heart pumps out of my chest and I feel his presence becoming closer and closer it almost shocks me. He doesn't feel like family, more like someone I should be afraid of, he looks like he keeps too many secrets. Click, clock, click,clock. My shoes make it hard for me to be a shadow lurking and becomes an unbearable sound as the marble beneath me becomes the perfect match with my shoes in making the most torturing sound.

Two large doors stand tall in dignity and age before me. I twist the golden handles sideways and enter a grande dining room accompanied with my fellow cousins, uncle, waiters and violinists.

"Come sit down and join us, I see you had got the package I sent up to you." My uncle screamed with such enthusiasm.

"Yes, I had seen you'd sent this package up but one question lingers in my mind of how it got up there, as when I'd left the only thing that remained in that room was the room itself and I, but when I turned around where I was once lying the package was and no sign of a person in sight." I say unamused waiting for answers.

"Of course it'd kill you to have manners and respect a man who had just welcomed you into his house when you could be out on the streets, you unworthy and ungrateful Amberwood!" My uncle said with no boundaries, I looked at him with such surprise and my cousins too. I could tell he usually doesn't get this upset but something has triggered him.

"Well maybe I'd prefer to be on the streets instead of being starved and locked in a room for two days!" I screamed back in retaliation and no boundaries either then ran out.

I ran as fast as I could, in hope nothing could stop me in this house, no one and nothing. My legs carried me out of the dining room, down the spiral staircase and as fast as possible, down the never-ending corridor. As i reached i doors, as much as i hate to admit it i struggled. They were so grande it took me a while to open the doors but as soon as I got a firm enough grip, I flung the doors wide open and out into the moor.

Those Amberwoods, I'd never even spoken to, must be ill. They're sick, all of them. Thoughts flushed my mind as I managed to escape the moor. I sat beside a nearby tree, a wide trunk and offered me comfort. This very tree, by random had seemed to be the most caring to me for a while. You'd think an ordinary daft old tree, but It's significance is much more, the tree branches curved round enough to be blocked and looks I've never seen before. A silky silver trunk and dark crystal leaves - one of natures best creations. I sat there alone in curiosity by my new found surroundings. However, i couldn't help and prevent myself from crying. I hated the thought of me crying but what else was there. Alone, lost and the only people i know for many miles is my family.

Hands approached me, cold warming hands. Ones never approached me before. A young handsome boy picked me up off the ground and carried me far away from Amberwood creek.