Still breathing

Chapter 2

Green time. Evening. 20th day. Year 285

Kira jumped awake. Sunlight blinded her and she had to looked away. The sunlight was orange yellow. It was dim, but still bright enough for Kira to look away.

The sound of the chopping board rang out. The smell of food waived out of the kitchen. Kira pushed the blanket off of her. Brenton was gone, pillows now sat where he was.

Where was he?

Kira followed her nose into the kitchen. Unlike the rest of the house, which was made of spruce wood, the kitchen was made of gray stone. The cooking pot was located in the corner, far away from anything flammable. A waterfall was on the other side of the kitchen. The waterfall keeps everything cold, like meat, milk, and other foods. The table was in the middle of the room. Seven chairs sat around the spruce table. Kira has her own chair, she covered it with scratches so no one else will take it. If anyone takes it, they will have their own scratch as a souvenir.

Melathe was at the counter, preparing supper. She was chopping up meat, and by the smell of it, it was beef. Kira walked right up until she was a meter behind her.

"Hey, Melathe?" Kira said. Melathe jumped, she threw up her hand with the knife still in it. It almost went through her throat. She placed down the knife and placed her hand on her chest.

"Oh my Gods Kira, do not do that." She said in between breaths.

Kira ignored her mother's almost death. "Where's Brenton?" She asked. Melathe stabilized her breathing.

"He's outside training Kora and Lilith. Why do you ask?" She said, she was a little bit calmer.

"I need to ask him a question." Melathe turned back to start preparing the stew again.

"You can ask him later." She said.

"But I want to now!" Kira complained. She grabbed her mother's skirt, and pulled on it.

"I said no, Kira." Melathe's ears twitched. She pulled the skirt away from Kira's claws. But Kira held on to it. The ripping of fabric past Kira's ears.

"I WANT TO TALK TO BRENTON!" Kira screeched. Melathe has to let her go! Melathe grabbed Kira's ear and hand. She pulled Kira backward, but it made the fabric tear even more.

"Kira! Let go!" She hissed. Melathe smacked Kira's muzzle. Pain raced through Kira's face. She jumped away, finally letting the fabric go. Five claws marks covered the gray skirt, ruining it. Melathe stared at the gash in the skirt. She narrowed her eyes at Kira.

"Do you need another nap?" She hissed.

"No!" Melathe marched over and picked up Kira by her scruff. "LET GO OF ME!" Kira screamed. Melathe carried her over to the couch and dropped Kira on it.

"Do not move from there." Melathe commanded. She turned and walked back into the kitchen. Soon, the sounds of cooking started up again. Kira clawed the couch pillow in frustration.

Melathe is mean!

All Kira wanted to do was to talk to Brenton. Now, she was stuck here! On the couch! Unable to escape from the evil-. Kira went still.

She has an idea.

She will talk to Brenton. One way or another. She will escape.

She knows that the back door is in the kitchen so she can't go through there. She can try the front door is the living room. But she can't just go through it. It has a lock and a really loud squeak. The windows also were locked. Brenton says that someone can break in. Kira glared at the ground. Where can she go? Kira remembered something. There's only one place in the house where the windows were always unlocked.