Call me Nayely

Chapter one: My first memory

September 27th, 1841. It was peaceful, Sunday morning.

I was sitting on the cold bench, letting the colorful pencil to leave the small pieces of lead and bring the variety of pictures, secretly creating in my mind to the real world. I took a deep breath and started to feel this enjoyable moment. The strong wind was paying its full attention to the mound of leaves, happily dancing around my legs in rhythm of whispering sounds of nature. The wind seemed to me like a little playing child. The child, who kept throwing my curly hair, deathly dark as the blackest feather of raven, from the one side to the another.

"I love the way, how this season expresses its feelings." I whispered to myself and closed my eyes, trying to remember these all kinds of circumstances, regarding freezing smell, silent sound and coarse taste. This atmosphere always made my soul to calm down itself. I was in love with that.

Basically, this is how my daily routine looked for the last few years. Every day, every morning. I didn't want to admit to myself that I have been living a life, based on an infinite cycle of being perfect typical English girl. However, I have never been like them and there is no chance, that I will ever become one. in my deepest part of hearth I am somebody else.

"Angelica!" the female voice disturbed me from the continuing thoughts. I'm not able to express with words, how huge dislike appears inside my body every time, when I hear this fake name. It was given to me few years ago, prior to my arrival to this "beautiful" place called Carlisle,

England. "You are late!" I have been always dreaming about the moment, which may satisfy all of my own desperate needs and give me a chance to express my deepest feels loudly. However, I'm not going to be brave enough to overcome boundaries of my fear. The fear, full of darkness and loneliness, which has pulled me down a lot recently. The fear, following my steps with no mercy every time, when I set off a new journey. The fear, cruelly showing the presence of its deepest desire, trying to catch me. The fear, shouting that I am not prepared to accept the consequences, after acts that I had done before.

"I'm coming." I whispered. I faced a tall middle-aged lady, having shortly cut hair, interlaced with blonde strands, gold as the shiniest beam of light. Her eyes were colored by poisonous green, looking as two peaces of Emeralds. The pair of high heeled shoes, tight dress and distinct red, the color of blood, on her lips made her look strongly perfect. I had such a big pleasure to meet Mrs. Wickham, the walking evil at our school.

"Why don't you have your uniform?" her cold voice, full of anger was mixed with strict character. It made me feel anxious. "I don't feel comfortable, wearing that." I opposed, trying to sound self-confidently. "How dare you?" She growled and dedicated me such a mean look.

Afterwards, I figured out, that trying to convince her had no sense. I nodded slowly and quietly accepted defeat, heading to the my room.

I was passing by the few classes, which were full of stormy talking girls but suddenly... I feel pain, located in the middle of my chest, inside my hearth. "What's happening?" I whispered to myself. "Is this the taste of death?" This was the first scariest though, which glanced over my mind. My purpose is fulfilled by leaning against the closest wall. Unfortunately, I'm not able to make it. I fell down with the following step instead. I want to stand up again, but my legs, using their hard weight, uncompromisingly start to fight against me. I want to scream, but the voice, responding from my dry mouth, sounds more like subdued whisper. I struggle with the breath. My eyes, full of running tears, can't focus to the anything, which was placed around. The blurry view on the world doesn't seem to me as the variety and familiar one that I've known before. The school hall disappears.

Nobody knows the purpose of our journey. We are forced to be walking for many days, weeks and who knows, maybe years. All of us have to walk, even though the consequences of unfavorable weather conditions. "Our property" is how the whites call our group based on thousands of common people. "Stop and die or keep going and survive. It depends on how much strong you are." I heard this statement for many times and honestly admire that.

However, majority of these slavers is aware of being tested in the most terrible way, which their flawless fantasy can even imagine. I consider them as a bunch of flock, escaping from their unfavorable destiny, the face of death and disaster. I can smell the quiet presence of many miserable lives, shining in the deepest darkness with no lights and making the people's dreams never fulfilled.

"Mum, by whom are we running away?" As an eleven years old girl, who doesn't understand clearly, what's happening around, I keep being curious. The never-ending desire of having answers for my questions makes me feel anxious. "Honey, it's not safe enough for us to stay there anymore." Her sweet voice of caring mother and fleeting smile calms me down immediately.

I can't even feel my legs after the difficult journey, long many miles. I'm exhausted and keep closing eyes in every minute. My body is shaking, regarding the law temperature and lack of the layers, that I'm wearing. I keep the thought that I still occur in the nightmare, from which I'm going to be awaken. In this time, nobody has a clue, what's going to happen. We won the Battle but we lost the War. Afterwards, the hell will arrive.

"Angelica! Are you alright? You blacked out for so long time right in front of me!" her voice was shaking. The fear remarked the white skin of Nora's smooth face, whereas her azure blue eyes keeps blinking. I was confused due to the fact, that I have never felt this kind of pain before. Basically, I wasn't used to it. "Ehm, ya... I'm, I'm fine. I think." I started to recognize face of my one of the best friends, Nora's face.

After this moment everything started. This was the first day, when I had a chance to catch my first memory.

Yeeey, so the first chapter is done!😍 Leave the comment and I'll love you🖤just kidding, and yes English isn't my first language xoxo