The dreamless, black abyss of my sleep seemed only to last a moment. Soon, birds sang of their joy and hummed of their hope. Maybe the bird did find his way back to his family. Maybe I will too. The sun peeked silently over the horizon, merely casting a single violet ray through the baby-blue sky.
It felt as if it was only moments ago, that I knelt over my mother's dead body. Holding her letter close to my chest to allow forgiveness. But only for a short moment, until anger writhed savagely into my core. I clenched my teeth in my fury. How could she leave me? A flash of red and blue and I was back in the chaos. That dull hum in my ears, never hesitating to reassure me of her life. My mother, a complete stranger, such beauty should be made illegal to those who don't deserve it.
Then there was Elena. I couldn't help but notice who she looked like...
I heard a knock on the door, causing my eyes to flutter open and move toward the interruption of my thoughts. There she was. Speak of the devil- except she was more of an angel. She stood there in the threshold, balancing a tray of food in her arms. The more I smelled the aroma of scrambled eggs and buttered toast, the more angelic she seemed. My mouth watered over the eggs and all their glory. I didn't even notice that there was another woman in the doorway.
"Here you go, hon," She placed the tray before me, "I'm sure you're starving."
"Thank you, and yes I am very hungry!" I probably should have been polite and offered some toast, but I didn't. Instead, I shoved the food, well as much as I was able to, into my mouth. It was so hot that it seared my tongue. Yet, I did nothing to sooth the sting.
"Uhmm," the other woman cleared her throat, "Hello."
I looked up and was faced with a mirror image of Elena. Way younger, though. Her beauty radiated possibly brighter than the sun and all of it's triumph. Suddenly, I thought about how disgusting I must look, stuffing myself. So I did my best to swallow all the goodness. I wiped my mouth with the end of the blanket.
I said, "H-hi?" it only sounded like a question because my confusion was greatly evident within my voice.
She extended a pale hand, cold and unwelcoming. I knew that coolness well, "I'm Trena. Trena Arnoldson."
I felt my body tense at her last name and my brow furrow with unspoken questions, "Wait, what? Say that again?" I had to be sure I wasn't fooling myself.
She looked as nervous as I was, " Trena Arnoldson. Y-your aunt," no way! This was NOT happening!
"Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa! That means..." I thrust my finger toward Elena in accusation, "You must be my-"
"Grandmother, yes," she looked grimmer compared to yesterday.
My heart skipped a beat.
Family. A nest.
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A Color With Love
Teen FictionSofie Anne Martez was not born into love. She had to earn it, to a very high price. Her mother, an alcoholic with a rather abusive nature, committed suicide. And no, she can't go running to her dad because thanks again to her mother, he's dead. She'...
