A Light In Darkness

Chapter 23

A/N: (British accent) I am deeply sorry for my long absence. I have been quite occupied at the moment. I have now finished school and will return writing. Leave your threats in the comments. Enjoy.

-Maritza POV-

"Your parents, are with us." The peculiar night black haired man said.

He tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for my reaction. I stared at him blankly. His eyes didn't seem to blink. As if he was dead.

My parents? But they were- no. That's impossible. My anxiety and questions washed over me, drowning me, and temporarily distracting me from the situation I'm in. My body trembled as I continued to think deeper and deeper. It was almost like a voice inside my head.

'My parents?..'

'They're back home aren't they?...'

'Have they done something to them?...'

'Are they injured?!...'

'Are they....'

Realizing I have been lost in thought for longer than I intended, I returned my attention to the present.  After I woke up, I came up with a response.

"No. They're not here. You're wrong."

"Am I?"

Another man in a green hoodie gave him a crowbar. My eyes widened as he held the metal weapon in his pale hands.

"You'll see my darling." He said.

The last thing I felt was the pleasant feeling of solid icy crowbar making contact with the side of my head. The last thing I saw was the fading image of people surrounding my soon-to-be corpse that lay on the floor.

(6 Hours later)

The floor smelled like pine sole and.rubber. My eyes, being glued together for I don't know how long, slowly peeled open and slowly regained vision. It was bright. I could feel the sunlight kissing my skin and warming my thoughts.

'At least I can see now..'

I sat up and the pain hit me like a pile of bricks. My head was pounding furiously and the pain was almost unbearable. My temples felt like they were going to burst.

"Gahh..." I sighed loudly and rubbed my head.

I felt something crusty. I scratched some of it off and it was dark red and everywhere.

Blood.

It came back to me. That asshole hit be with a fucking crowbar and knocked me out. I peered around. I was in what looks like a living room. Expect it was very luxurious and had...a bed? A huge bed. It had a mahogany wooden headboard and struts in each corner and was decorated with a heavenly white and silver comforter with neatly placed pillows. A fireplace crackled gently behind me, expelling luminous orange embers into the air. A large wooden bookshelf stood proudly next to the fireplace in the corner next to the window. It was filled to capacity with books of all colors, size and titles. Another door was open on the opposite side of the room to reveal a fairly large bathroom. Again, it was fancy. A little too fancy for my taste. I was alone. It was dead silent, which frightened me. I stood to my feet and proceeded towards the exit, which was a giant dark wooden two-door. My legs ached and cracked my bones. I, slowly, but progressively, reached the door only to find it to be locked.

Of course.

I checked the window. The lock was on the outside. Not to mention if I did manage to open it, I wouldn't have much chance of escape due to the fact that I was on the third floor and that below me was an encouraging thirty foot drop to pure concrete and rose bushes.

The bathroom window was also locked from the outside.

'Really? Who builds a fucking house where the windows are locked from the outside?!' That's ridiculous! What if there's a fire or something!?' I yelled frustrated in my head, which was still pounding at full speed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by the opening of it. Stunned, I turned around. A woman, a beautiful woman, in a long white dress smiled at me. She seemed strangely familiar. She was tall, thin, and very pale. Her hair was a cascade of chocolate brown waves that somewhat resembled mine. Her eyes were the sky. They gleamed sincerely in the light pouring in from the window. She had high cheekbones, a perfect smile. She was flawless.

Expect for the large scar on the left side of her face.

It ran from her lower cheek to behind her ear. She didn't seem real. Almost like I could reach out for her and my hand would go right through. She was silent. She approached me, her shoes discreetly clacking with the.wooden floor. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there. Staring at her as she came closer to me. Her beauty was mesmerizing. Her eyes never seemed to take their gaze off of mine. She stopped smoothly, a few steps in front of me. Like she was a dancer that carefully practiced her moves. He raised her head. In an instant, she grabbed me and pulled me into a tight...embrace? My muscles tensed. I was expecting her to lash out at me. Stab me. Hit me, or something. This was surely unexpected. She leaned into me. She smelled like the roses that grew outside my window. Then she whispered to me in an Italian accent.

"My beautiful daughter.....welcome home."

A/N: >:D hahaha. I'm horrible aren't I? Anyway, review please! Grazie.

~Jodie