Her Savior (completed)

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my mother's loud voice at the bottom of the steps blabbing about bills and money as she does everyday. I jumped up out of my warm silk bed and walked out of my room. My bladder was being irritating and demanded to let out it's fluids causing me to roam the halls for the bathroom but I stopped when the swinging chain hanging from the ceiling caught my attention. I hadn't explored the house thoroughly yet and I figured today was going to be a very open day.

I yanked on the cold metal and a dusty wooden ladder slid down from its latches. This was always my favorite part of every house; the attic, full of left behind belongings and mysteries to be solved. It gave me butterflies as I took each step on the creaky wood. Dust flew into my face from an unknown gust as I reached the cold wooden floor. The room was eerie and creepy enough as it was.

There was an uncomforting darkness that surrounded the crowded room, full of shelves and saw dust tables that begged to make the attic mistaken for a basement. I stood up and walked around, scanning the area for any strange things. I identified each jar that sat on every sooted table closely--which only had some cloudy clear liquids in some of them

Every once and a while, I would come across a small little nik-nak but nothing too interesting, some of them were small little elephants and some where little girls holding balloons--I figured they had no really creepy story behind them so I just ignored getting excited over them.

As I was looking around, a little worn out red ball rolled towards me from one of the corners of the room and hit my right foot. My throat squeezed out a tight 'hello' as my stomach turned in knots.

I caught a small glimpse of a deformed looking boy with long black hair. My adrenaline began to rush as I backed up very slowly and quickly climbed down the stairs as fast as I could. I pushed the ladder up and scurried down the hall.

As paranoid as I am, I was looking behind me to make sure the thing didn't make its way out of the attic, I ran right into someone and screamed. I realized it was Tate and hugged him tightly out of my own fear and for comfort. "There was something--or someone-- in the attic." I stuttered. He squeezed me tighter and shushed me calmingly. "It's okay, I'm here" He said softly. I looked up at him and smiled and he smiled back. This seemed a little wrong... hugging a boy I just met yesterday who is weirdly always in my house. There was just something about him that comforted me, strange.

He followed me to my room and I sat on the bed; he did the same.

"So, I never got your name."

I smirked, "It's Cassadee"

"That's a beautiful name" He smiled at me sweetly

"Thanks. Tate, right?" I slightly grinned up at him

"Yeah"

I continued, "Why are you always in my house?"

He quietly laughed at my harsh question, "Well, I heard this place was dangerous. I thought I'd protect you. Don't want an pretty girl like you getting hurt" He lifted my chin with his index finger and I giggled.

I looked over at the blank yellowish walls.

"I need to decorate this place, you know? It's so bland" I chuckled.

"Want to?" Tate looked over at me and I nodded with a small smile.

"My mom bought me some green-screen-looking paint" I snickered and stuck my tongue out. He laughed at the face I made and got up from the bed; my bed making squeaky noise. I followed. I walked out of the room and down the creaky stairs to get the green paint from my mother. I approached her, "Hey, where's that paint you got for my room?" "Right down the hall, Honey" She pointed down the hall to her left at the large tin jar that sat next to one of the doors of a room. "Thanks. By the way, this is Ta-" I looked all around me but Tate was nowhere to be seen. Confused and disappointed, I told her 'never mind' and made my way back up the stairs into my room. I sat on my bed. Why would he just leave? Maybe he had to go home. Maybe it was an emergency? I sat in the same position for a few moments but noticed someone standing in front of me.

"Shit!-"

A girl about my age and height with brown hair to her shoulders stood about a foot away from me. "Who are you?" She was silent for a moment "The name's Violet."