The Darkened Whispers...

》Chapter 2《

I gently covered her with a long, soft blanket and walked quietly through the whispering silence. I padded across the wooden floor, spilling spikes into my legs. The cold and warm air battled for their rightful place, prickling my skin.

Upon swirling through the splurging air, passing hallways, the standing walls around me were a cream grey; dosed with a blank void of emotion. The pictures littering them stared, glared with disgust at my every move as I descended down the black wooden stairs, dazzling in age. The downstairs more darkened and swelling with a dangerous touch of frost, swallowing us whole.

With a ringing 'click', the brightness choked the dark with bloodied hands as it scurried away. Stepping along the penetrating floor, nipping at my feet. Along more hallways that sharpened their gazes on me, we finally made it to the glistening kitchen. Breathing, heart shaking. Turning the kettle on, the whistle grew, decapitating the silence. I swiftly, with shaky hands, made the milk formula.

Steam. It dashed upwards with condensating air. The back of my eyes burned with fury; tears, terrifying fear. Mars smothered my skin; laying Elizabeth gracefully on the dining table, on its slight rusting wood. Madness spread through my body like a landslide. Trembling. Nightmares of memories came flooding in like a raging tsunami. Breathing heavied its catastrophe. Heartbeat raced the tracks; crashing into my cracking ribs.

Collapsing onto the dark wooden floor, I held my head against it. Providing it to swallow me into it's wretched, claustrophobic abyss. Memories liquidating its contents, spreading like viruses all over my brain. Hot, boiling tears chuckled, crazed with laughter, down my cheeks.

Contrasting to my body - shivering with heat, lifelessly. Glass shattered my skin, cutting it with a blazing flame. Loud voices corrupted my brain like a wildfire. Screaming from the fires of hell encrypted my mind like a blaring disease.

"All your gonna be is a gold digging whore. Weak. Pathetic. Little. Whore."

"Oh sweetheart"

"Are you lying to me Erina, you know I HATE being lied to"

"We all know your a fucking slut so stop fucking screaming"

"Did you really think I would believe you?"

My caged walls start to crumble down in despair. Quivering hands covered my ears cowardly, desperately trying to conceal the scratching screams, voices. Panic cringing inside my bones. 10 minutes felt like 10 hours. Fear trickled my guts.

"Your a fucking disappointing little anorexic who only wants attention. Admit it, your a slut."

The menacing screeching, shouts, voices ceased to evaporate.

"The only job your ever gonna do is be a fucking prostitute, you pathetic little bitch"

Fell deep behind the growing caged walls of my brain ever so slowly. Eyes soaked with depression, woke up from their trance. The depreciating silence dismembered my thoughts. 'Breath in and out'.

"Do that again and your little Annabelle will fucking suffer and I'll enjoy every second of it"

The words spoke inside my mind, flaking softly at my lungs. Slowly, I rise from the ground, black dots threatening to desolate my vision.

"Don't you understand, nobody cares about you. You may as well just kill yourself already"

Oppressing the feeling to fall back down, I grab the head of a wooden chair, swaying slightly. Second by second, I refocus. Again I look over to the kettle, nerves unjumble. Looks like my dreams are coming into reality. The nightmares have finally breached hell and now it's claws stab into my brain, poisoning my thoughts with terror. It's acidic tips spread ravack storms creeping inside the cracks like smoke. Clouding my thoughts... My happiness - making me weak and vulnerable. The feelings that permanently destroyed my life. Looking ahead, Elizabeth looks up to me with wonder and curiosity sparkling greatly in her eyes.

"I will fucking murder any shithead that hurts you. I'll burn the motherfuckers alive" I say with anger and assurity spreading wildly like mustard gas.

Jaw clenching, I return to the milk formula. Streaming from the kettle, water fills it's place and mates with the powder. Along with the blistering cold water, withering it with grace. Warm. Perfect. The warmth curled around my fingers like poisonous mist. Twirling around, the air striking back, I walk across the opposing floor. The table gnawing heavily; Elizabeth groaned in hunger. Tiny, small spit bubbles formed around her mouth. Her blushed cheeks spreading light to the barbaric kitchen. Swiftly sliding my arm under her diminutive body. Holding her with ease with one arm and the other grasping tremblingly on the sweet teddy bear bottle. Famished, she drunk it quickly. My pale body twisting round, left and right; conceding to my thoughts - going all directions, lost in a maze. Never ending.

Tears stain my cheeks like blood. I travel back to Elizabeth's room, time circling around us like gravity and a hurricane at the same moment. The walls surrounding me felt like cages. Stairs exhausting me with a dreadful pain in my legs like multiple stabbings; the flesh crippling in ocean waves of distress. The walls continued to stare their dreadful glares. Elizabeth lay peacefully in my arms whilst i drove into chaos. The cold officially winning its place on my abused skin. My breaths softened the torment, i stepped inside the little ones bedroom and laid her to rest with the bottle in her tiny little hands. The liquid slowly fades and seeps into her mouth. Calmly she settled down on her bed; her blanket swerved over her body like mist. Twisting round, I paced into my own.