Burning Crimson

Chapter Twelve

She hated the silence, it was always so eerie and so lost in a tunnel of sadness. She felt sadness, it was just sadness, she was sad. The way the walls were chipping and showing its true colours, what is it like to breathe fresh air again? She wanted to be engulfed with fresh air and have it take away all the sadness she felt.

It was too quiet and she couldn't sleep, she would rather be up all night listening to Harrys bullshit, to him screaming again, to hear a drop of a pin. Was it so hard to ask for a tumultuous start to the morning? She would want him to come in the still, quiet room and beat her rather than lose her mind in the silence that felt like sand in her hands, it kept slipping through her fingers, falling into her lap.

The lock on the door started to jingle and she jolted to look at the door which was slowly opening and when she saw long blonde hair and Jeans crooked smile, she fell into an easy state, feeling somewhat safe. Jean held her index finger to her pale, dry lips. "Please, be very quiet."

"What are you doing in here?" Colette asked, scared of her own voice. It was alarming to have her in the same room where she was able to give a part of herself to him, the man above her own head. "How did you even get in here? Its dangerous to do that, does he let you out of your room?" Colette asked in a raspy whisper.

"I'm not like you all, Colette, I hold a different rope in this world, I'm not you and you will never be me." Jean was looking at her but Colette felt as if she were looking through her rather than at her. Why was everyone so on edge, what would happen? If someone was looking for Colette, shouldn't they have come by now? There was nothing on the news channels about a girl missing, there were no pictures of her on milk cartons, no nothing. nobody was looking for Colette and she didn't want to accept that fact, it was too much of a big piece to swallow for her.

"When do we leave?" Colette asks, all too excitedly, looking at Jean and all Jean saw was the blonde that kept coming out of the black dye, it didn't stay in all that well, Colette's face was going a bit gray, she had heavy purple bags under her eyes and her lips were so pale and chewed on, red and raw. Colette was wearing down every minute of being held captive in someone else's room, she didn't belong in this environment like Jean did. But then again, Jean adapted to the madness and chaos in his life, she wasn't living for herself anymore, she was living for him.

"We leave when I know he will be taken back, we leave on my terms, Colette, he doesn't need to end up hating me too, there aren't houses or even a town for miles, you can't do this on your own," Jean said and kept looking at Colette and she hated the fact that Jean looked like the poster child for cigarettes and the effects it has on teens, she had the sunken in face, the sadness basically drooped off her tongue and the way her hair seemed to dull and messy, Colette found it completely unfair that Jean was so beautiful without much work or construction to her face or appearance.

"When will that be? In case you haven't noticed, I want to leave and I don't want to play house will all of you for the rest of my life," she says and her anger rises again, her voice goes higher and Jean looks up at the ceiling and when the floor boards creek, she puts her hand over Colette's mouth. Colette pushes her hand off of her mouth. "Get off me!" She yells and the floor boards creek once again, making Jean back out of the room, Colette hears the sound of the lock jingling and then it goes quiet.

The cycle of silence is simple, there's quiet and then there's still air that suffocates you and sucks all the air out of you, the ringing in your ears, making you want to scream just to hear something other than nothing. But silence likes to be present, and it was basically eating Colette up with its eerie feel. He didn't open the door until much later, when she asked for a shower.

She scrubbed her skin until it began to turn red, the birth marks on her arms scattered around like someone splattered a pail of brown paint on a white canvas. Her body wasn't the sexiest thing in the world, she wasn't carved out of marble by angels, she was a young girl and her body was still going through changes that were beyond her knowledge.

She washed the generic, store bought shampoo out of her short hair, the black dye ran down her body, turning the water darker and she scrubbed her scalp, hoping the colour would just run down the drain like the rest.

"Colette, hurry up please, I'm growing tired of waiting for you to finish, I need to shower too." It was Shawnas voice and Colette cringed at the thought, Shawna was beautiful, she wasn't a growing girl, she was a woman with curves, she had the perfect amount of everything where it needed to be. Her breasts were very big and her hips weren't too small like Colette's own set on her ribcage.

She looked at the girl in the mirror and seen dull coloured eyes, the apricot color was the only living thing that made her stand out. But even that too was dyed and taken away from her.

Harry came back for her and put her in her room, it was still too early for casualties such as conversations.

[Sorry for the wait, hectic few weeks. I have big news, I have worked out that I am going to be publishing Save Me into an actual book, with Archway Publishing from Simon&Schuster, I know its kind of really fucking pathetic but this story is my baby and I hope you will continue to enjoy this book in actual book form.]