The Darkened Whispers...

》Chapter 1《

*" ERINA, I HEARD FROM SOMEONE THAT YOUR PLANNING TO RUNAWAY AGAIN, IS THAT RIGHT!!! " screamed Ben with utmost rage whilst, in hand he held steaming water that burnt his hands through time.

I shook my head violently. Heart pounding realising I was tied hard to a metal chair with the rough rope that burned my skin, just like the water did his hands. I tried to get out but couldn't, my wrists were starting to bleed like red roses losing its petals. I was terrified. I was shouting but no sound came out of my mouth. He came closer and closer with the bowl of boiling water still at hand. It was bubbling, I heard it. Felt it. With each step, I began to get more frightened, more horrified with tears of fear coming out of my eyes.

The determination rushed inside my bones, slamming the chair against the wooden floor, trying to get out with all the strength I had but... the rush wasn't strong enough. My strength was too weak to deal with the pain... the thorns that attacked my wrists, my heart and worst of all my soul. I wanted to scream and shout but all I did was freeze as if I was in a blizzard... a blizzards little toy... the beauty of fear haunted me, flourished inside my heart...

"Are you lying to me Erina, you know that I HATE being lied to," he said with disgust. Spitting in my face.

He was now in front of me, looking at me with such hatred that even a massive wrestler would be scared shitless. His beautiful honey brown eyes were now darkened with such evil, such hatred. This man that I fell In love with was now my biggest, darkest fear...
Hot tears slid down my cheek as if it was a slide of sorrow.

"Please... don't... I'm sorry..."I whispered desperately. Crying. Trembling.
"I love you..." I said sweetly, grabbing onto the last bit of hope I had left, the last piece of dignity...I gazed into his eyes with mine that stung greatly, softly.

He stepped closer and closer...putting down the boiling water next to me, letting the steam remind me of what might be. "Oh sweetheart," he said whilst grabbing my face violently. His hands were rough and red with blisters.

"Did you really think I would believe you?"He let go of me roughly...grabbed the clear, bubbling water and before I can do anything... he was in front of me... pouring it... chucking it over me with such a pure grin... letting it burn my skin... letting it blister and peel and bleed... My hair soaking with steam, burning my scalp... letting me scream with horrid scorching pain, my whole body felt like it was on fire like I was the sun in the worst possible way. Burning. Blistering. Sizzling. My heart was like a forest fire, spreading smoke, spreading fury into my nerves; my veins, trees roared with pain until I..."*

"AHHHHHHHHHH" I woke up screaming. Trembling. My body shaking, corresponding to my heartbeat. There was sweat dripping down my face and tear stains on my cheeks. The covers gripped onto me like scars.

The cold air met my bare skin with an uneasy touch... As if it was frostbite. I lay back down and looked up. The familiar stare of the ceiling welcomed me. I began to cry, hysterically. As if the ocean crashed over me and I began to drown. I swam up. Got up. My feet touched the cold hard floor as if it had the intentions of consuming me. My tears dripped onto my naked thighs. My long, dark dress did nothing to guard me against the coldness, darkness, the memories that seem to always be attached to my body no matter what I wear.

My tears were hot, spilling condensation into the air. My scars traced my neck, my shoulders and back... burn marks, more like scars of the nightmares, the monsters that destroyed and trampled on the happy life that I wished I had, the blaring roar of determination and succession for graduation disappeared slowly, painfully until it vanished completely... a soft giggle interrupted my train of thought.

I stopped. Listening. My tears evaporated as did the darkened cloud over my head. I stood up, slowly, letting the covers slip off and my dress drop below my knees like a raindrop. I walked on the cold wooden floors, felt like pins in my legs as if a medieval war occurred. The darkness surrounded me as I reached for the familiar click of a light switch.

'Click'. The bright light eliminated the darkness quickly, suddenly. I shut my sore eyes as they adjusted. There was a pink door to my left, beckoning to be opened. I walked over to it, touching the cold handle and with a light press, it opened quietly and, there, in a pink cradle lay a little baby girl chewing her teddy bear-like a little puppy playing with its own favourite toy.

I reached for the light switch at my side and with another 'click', the darkness ran away to hide. The walls were a soft baby pink with white wood shelves hanging, grabbing onto the walls with teddy bears and dolls sitting on top. Her cradle swayed as the slight breeze from the window blew warmth around the room. Her wardrobe like beauty and the beast except for a soft white with grey scars all over. There were pink cabinets and toy chests splurged around the room.

I leaned against the door frame. There she lay, little miss Hilton. My daughter of only 6 months, named Elizabeth Hilton. Her soft electric blue eyes gazed into mine and almost automatically, a wide smile erupted on her face as her laughter filled the air. I walked over with a grin and gently picked her up. Her hair a fiery blonde still to earn its proper colour. Her little body-hugging mine like a teddy bear and her little heart beating with such pure potential, such a big future. I wonder, always, in what she'll use it for.

"You're hungry, now aren't you munchkin," I said softly and she replied with a soft giggle.
"Iĺl take that as a yes then," I said with a smile.