Sea of dark

Vivid Purple

30 July 2003

"Father please, it would only be for a few hours, I wont go near the burial ground or the main town. Please" Alex had been repeating these words, for over five hours. She was seventeen, what was so bad about her going into her town?  The sun may not shine but she was still able to see, the sun may not heat up the land and give them oxygen but she could still breath. They could all still survive in these conditions. They were allowed out. Why not her? Alex often pondered about this, about whether it was just the fact they didn't trust her after her poor mothers death or whether there really was something she should be wary about?

"Alexina, I have no doubt that you wont go near any such places but if you were to come across people that were not so found of our clan I'm sure they wouldn't even blink before cutting your throat and slowly cutting up your body before sending it to us. None of our clan has ever died and to be frank, I'm not sure how hard it is for us to be killed, do you want to find out?" His voice bellowed throughout the house, he knew every individual had heard his words. He had wanted them to, no one must allow Alexina out of the house. No matter what. Master Shorbs eyes finally landed to rest on his child's face after having looked straight out at the withered oak tree outside the window, ignoring his child's pleas for the last few hours. Her eyes were a light blue with small freckles of royal blue around the outside and her mouse blond hair fell around her face ungracefully. If one good thing had come from his wife, it definitely was not this child, her father thought; His wife had been beautiful, forgiving and much too fragile. Alexina was exactly the same, only she had this little thing that made her mumble every other word and show emotions when they are clearly not needed. 

No, the child would not be able to stay much longer unless her conditions improved, Master Shorbs knew it better than anyone. Alexina let out a sigh and shock her head. What had she been trying to achieve? Even if she had of got out there, she wouldn't have the slightest clue where to go. She retreated to her room, after her fathers permission. She sometimes thought of him as more of a master, like how the rest of the 'clan' saw him- and called him- he would always think of himself first, he must have the final say, draw the final conclusion, dictated whether she could leave her own house or not.  Alex's mother had once told her of how she had lived when the humans had been around, she had told her that she would leave at once every morning to go to work and return 5 hours later. She had said that at the last years of humans , it had been terrifying; that people had run riot, stole, murdered, every last thing a person could think of. They did it. 

Alexina was glad she had been born when she had, even if she was trapped upon a house she wasn't entirely comfortable in. It sounds better than hard labour and humans. As Alex took the first step into her plain room, her eyes set on her window. An escape. She locked the door behind her and edged towards it slowly, as if something would be out on the other side, waiting to devour her. The window opened without strain, although it was the first time it had been opened in seventeen years. She took one step onto her window ledge and she noticed her new bruise, vivid purple on her pale white skin, a small gift from her father. A slow sad smile pasted itself on her face as she rubbed at it. Her mother had also told her that at eighteen, humans had been legal to leave there own homes; to live elsewhere. Alexina was curious whether it worked the same.

She also wondered if she'd ever actually make it eighteen. Then Alexina took the jump from her window ledge to the ground.