Inconspicuously Obvious

Chapter 9

Buried under the masses of paper I struggle to free myself from the suffocation sheets of secrets, the rumble of footsteps bounces of the walls as he charges through the house like a angered bull. Grabbing the scattered sheets, I begin to attempt to erase all damage done- key word being 'attempt'- but its useless. Immediately I slump to the floor after such a miserable effort, mentally I prepare myself to face the music, glancing at the pool of paper something catches my eye, but the beast is so close fear fights back the curiosity. I have never dared to question what the contents of the boxes was, but now here I am, with the mystery of my father's affairs engulfing me.

When are you ever going to get a chance to look again?

The voice from the unknown sends my curiosity that final push of adrenalin to eradicate my fear just for a moment. The pounding noise of feet ae seconds away but before I could stop myself I snatch a page and scan through it; the advantages of being addicted to reading makes it so much easier to speedily read the information laid before me.

As I gather the final piece of the puzzle a small gasp escapes me.

"What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?"

My bones shatter from the icy tone behind me, I would have had a meltdown but at this moment it's not physically possible.

My eyes connect with a creature with eyes a seething brown, lips pulled back into a threatening snarl, and a body huge and ready to charge. He is the ball, and I am the unexperienced Torero waving the blood red cloth like a flag of surrender.

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I ease myself into a walk, my body screaming for a break from the many miles ran, the deep blue sky cast an eerie shadow upon the earth below, as the wind whispers to the trees making them shiver in response. Their constant murmuring soothes the ache my body suffers helping relax my ridged muscle, but not even the crisp air can relieve the constant buzz of my mind. Being alone surrounded by nothing leaves little room to do anything but think. The thing I seem to be doing constantly lately.

Will so much on my mind, I didn't notice the unfamiliarity of the route I have taken, confusion sweeps over me, but I continue my trek in belief that anywhere is better than what I left behind.

Several minutes later I arrive at a rundown playground; an abandon area which was once filled with joyful children now buried under overgrown weeds and grass. The weeds slither through the many cracks covering the unnoticeable path as I wade through the sea of unkempt grass, occasionally the green blades clasp at my ankles in attempt to hold me back. But that doesn't stop me. Rust consumes every inch the apparatus turning the once beautifully coloured park to an unappealing brown. Wind whistles through the playground making the swings whine as they sway gently, continuing my journey through the thigh high grass I pass the motionless roundabout before coming to a halt at an old oak tree.

I collapse against the trunk pulling my knees up to my chest whilst burrowing myself deeper into the tree. Before me I can see every inch of the bewitching devastation.

A desolate, deteriorating, disarray.

Like me.

The frosty air nips at my bare skin on my face sending chills through my nerves, the now ebony sky is littered with orbs of flames, winking to those below. Subconsciously my eyes sweep over the dead playground, deformed shadows cast upon the ground from the pale moonlight creating a ghostly atmosphere.

I catch sight of a hooded figure standing behind the crooked wooden fence- a male figure- his whole face is almost hidden from sight. Almost. Two alluring amber eyes seize my senses, momentarily paralysing me as his heated gaze rakes my body, but soon my senses return and fear shoots through my body. I squint at the rays of his intense eyes preparing myself to scream empty threats towards him.

Then he's gone.

Just like that.

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A/N it's been like forever since I updated, I know. But there are reasons, I was busy - as cliché as that sounds- but the end of the year is the busiest time for me. Also I suffer from severe writers block constantly, so when I do try to write I can't because I'm not in the mood. And I also prefer to read than write because that's less effort and I'm a very very lazy person. Sorry.