Rainy days (EDITING)

▫️Chapter Three▫️

"Your only problem perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry."

~Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters

Rainy Days:

Chapter 3:

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The young girl listened through the door straining to hear the conversation between the officer and her proclaimed 'father'.

"Holland has never gone this low before!" She heard the man say.

"Sir, you have to calm down. Child services is on there way as well as your lawyer to help with the court hearing in favor of Isabelle's custody."

"Court hearing?! She's my daughter!"

"Mr. Casper, please calm down."the officer hushed him.

Tears streamed down bells small cheeks at the thought of being abandoned by her mother.

It would mean that she was alone.

Mommy said she'd never be alone.

But in a way she always was.

It took 9 days for a patrolling officer to find the small frame of the lonely child, left out to die starved, and injured ,far more mentally than physically, although both were in large quantity, in the woods where she had waited behind the rickety bench for her mother to come.

No one knew what happened in those woods.

And no one ever would.

I woke with a start, my body racking with sobs. Warm tears streamed down my face as I cried in agony of what was suffered.

The air was cool from a breeze through the open window and it sent a chill through me, seeing as I had thrown the thin blanket from my shivering frame in my deep sleep.

Soon the sobs turned to sniffles and small hiccups in the darkness of the night.

The blackness of the room drew me in to my thoughts for hours on end, as I could not go to sleep in fear of being condemned to another dismal nightmare.

While time passed the sun had begun to peak through the dark rain clouds, that held the promise of sorrow, and deliver a light grey shadow to be cast over the ground that lay beneath, almost as if the weather had reflected my feelings.

A soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the pavement reached my ears.

I arose from the bed, feeling my sore limbs pop and creak as I took weary steps across the room taking a mere glance at the vanity, showing only a shell of a girl. Dark circles were implanted under her wide puffy eyes and her pale skin had acquired an unnatural tinge.

"Ellie?" A small voice called as Johnny entered the room. Taking in his sisters distraught state, he slowly backed out, carefully closing the door, not daring to meet her eyes, going to report to his father that it was one of those days.

"Belle, darling I'm going to ask you a few questions, is that okay?"
The girl stared blankly at the wall with wide eyes, unresponsive. The tall woman's face was crinkled with concern as she assessed the girl. The small tag on her pleated shirt read 'Dr Harinshon'

"Belle how are you feeling?" ... Again no response.

"Isabelle?..."
The girl hesitantly brought her peculiar eyes up to meet the woman's, projecting hurt, emptiness and fear as she began to shake her head, slow at first but then faster, hands gripping the hair at either side of her head and her eyes slammed shut.