Forbidden Essence

Forbidden Essence : Reunited

Forbidden Essence

Chapter 3

Anne hadn’t come back.

I was feeling guilty at the way I had spat question after question in her direction, but nonetheless, I was relieved. Although she spends the night with me sometimes, but that is rare nowadays, she usually leaves me to sleep alone.

She says it’ll teach me independence, I grinned widely, but tonight it’ll teach me how to plan the perfect escape. I tied the long fabric after fabric as night fell.

I smiled in victory as I tied off the last long cloth. Just as I was about to get up and tie it to my beds leg, I heard the familiar keys clinking each other. I gasped and quickly stuffed it under the bed as I flopped on the bed, pulling the comforter over my head and blowing the candle out.

I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Anne closed the door behind her, but didn’t bother to lock it, meaning she will leave soon. I smiled in relief, and the fast thumping in chest receded. I peaked my eye open as Anne neared, I purposefully lay with my arm hanging over the bed, in case Anne caught sight of my make-shift rope.

However, what I saw with the help of Anne’s candle made my eyes widen in horror and I nearly screamed. My rope was still yet to be half hidden! She was behind me so I risked slowly pulling the rope towards me,

“Oh, Arabella.” Anne sobbed and I suddenly stopped in confusion, is Anne crying?  “Forgive me for hiding the truth. But you’re mother would have done the same if she was in my place. I will tell you everything with time, just not now.” That angered me.

Just not now, with time, soon, later, that’s all I hear! There will never be ‘soon’, or ‘with time’, I’ve waited ten years.

I can’t wait anymore. With a swift motion, I jerked the rope back and shoved it under the bed.

“Arabella?” Anne suddenly asked and I froze. I closed my eyes and evened my breathing, she pulled the comforter back and stroked my face. I realized it would be the last time she would ever get to do that. I didn’t have the strength to leave anymore. I couldn’t leave Anne, the woman who raised me all my ten years. I couldn’t just leave her.

Maybe I’ll write her a note... Yes. I’ll write her a note saying goodbye, and that I’m off to live my life. Its not going to go live for me.

I shuffled and turned towards her, pretending to shift in sleep. She smoothed my hair and I felt the bed lighten.

She walked towards the other side where my rope had been, and watched me for a moment before taking her candle and lighting mine.

“Looks just like her father.” she whispered and I was suddenly still. What? She knew my father? “A shame.” she sighed, shakily as she walked away.

I peaked through my eyes as she made her way towards the door. I had the insane urge to run up to her and hug her, tightly, but I fought back. Tears blurred my vision as I heard the door lock from outside. That’s it. That’s all I’m ever going to see of her.

I lay there for a few minutes before getting up, wiping my tears fiercely and yanking the curtains back.

I watched the ground for a few minutes before tying the cloth rope onto the bed’s leg and throwing the other end out the window. I gripped the cloth tightly before I swung my leg over the ledge and looked down at my death.

Oh no. No. I don’t want to do this anymore. I swung my other leg slowly. No, no, no, no, you can’t do this. You’re going to die! I closed my eyes and whimpered, but I still slowly climbed down.