Blackened Skin (Incomplete Novel)

Melodies and Screams

         Its been a month since my step dad left me here. My birthday is in 3 days, and no one even knows. Or worse, no one even cares. Every year my mom would bake me a butterscotch cinnamon pie because I didn't enjoy cake. Well, not as much as I would like to. I was scared, I was alone. I was fearful of theses people and their intentions. I hoped this was all a dream, but constantly trying to wake up has gotten me no where. How long? How long must I be here? As much as I ask that question yearning for am answer it is ignored. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on even though I didn't want to know.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of a better place, but everywhere I went was soaked in chloroform. That's my anxiety. I just lied there looking at the roof wondering if anything would ever happen. Good bad I didn't even care at the moment. I just wanted something to happen. ANYTHING. A chill went down my spine as I heard a scream then a hesitated grunt. I jumped. I looked towards the door as the door made frequent and unsettling sounds from the other side. My heart beated fast. Well, this is the anything I wanted.

I couldn't breathe as I heard banging on the door. Someone wanted in. I couldn't let them in even if I wanted to. There was no doorknob on this side of the door. The sounds repeated once again as I heard someone polite and fragile telling me to open the door that they were after her. I said nothing. I heard her scream as her body hit the floor. My heart began to palpitate. I wanted them to take me already. Home. No not to my dad. To heaven. Or to hell if so be it. I wanted to see my mother once again, but even I know she is gone. I tried to sleep but my fragile, throbbing body wouldn't let me. So I lay there. Trying to think of ways not to loose hope.