Heartache

Chapter 2 - The Beginning of the Past

The Begining of the Past 

Libby - past 

Jefferson city, Missouri my auntie and uncle’s city which will now be my new home. I arrived at the train station alone. It was only me so I only had one bag to carry, I began walking slowly towards the exit where I could see my new family members waving at me (and when I reached them they wouldn’t let go literally). After we all met and talked a little they led me to their car or shall I say truck and I ended up sitting in the middle of them. Squashed. The journey took a long time that it seemed like we were travelling for ages. 

“Libs dear how was your flight did everything go well” My auntie Maggie asked (I call her Mag for short) who happened to be the first to break the awkward silence.
“Erm yeah it was good” I didn’t know exactly what to say I felt like a stranger between them too, it’s been a very long time since I stayed with my aunt and uncle almost ten years.
“That’s good dear” she said and that was the only conversation we had throughout the entire trip.
“Oh look here we are, welcome to your new home Libster” My uncle David spoke, he called me Libster since I was six. We all got out the truck starting with Mag.

 I stood there looking at the house I was going to live in for the rest of my life, so I picked up my bag and went in. The inside was all painted white; there was a room to my left and another to the right. In the middle of what was supposed to be the hallway, was a long spiral staircase. I didn’t get a chance to explore much because Dave wanted to show me my new bedroom while Mag got dinner ready.
“Come on Libster let me show you to your new room” I followed him up the stairs, it took us a while to get to the room because I had the room right at the end of the corridor which in movies was always the worst room. Anyways I settled in; I unpacked had a shower and began to read my book.

“Wait a minute so you just came to a live in a new house and you don’t look around who knows what cool stuff you could find” Nick said interrupting Libby’s story.
“Will you let me finish please, don’t interrupt me again okay. Now shhhhh so as I was saying…” she said pressing her index finger against her lips and carried on.

A while later I got hungry so I looked at the time and saw it was only 11 pm at night; I got out of bed and slowly opened the door it was dark in the hallway except from a very faint light coming from one of the rooms. I began to walk using my phone light to guide me; it took me some time to go down the stairs (I wasn’t use to spiral staircases). Finally when I reached the bottom I began exploring. The kitchen was first since I was dying to get something into my stomach. I looked in the fridge; there was a bowl of pasta so I took that out warmed it up and digged in. After I finished my food I rinsed my dishes and went to the next room. The living room was very small but it was beautiful, there was a small TV hung up on the wall, and two small single couches. In the middle was a round glass table with a vase of fresh red roses. The room had a fireplace; I walked towards it to have a closer look. There were three photo frames and between each frame was a small candle; one of the photos was of Dave and Mag standing hand in hand together, the second was of them with their three children. Unfortunately they lost their baby girl when she was a five years old because she had cancer, the other two children were boys, one was married and the other left to go university. The last photo was my favourite it was of me when I was a baby in my parent’s arms. There was a cabinet in one of the corners, Aunt Meg had an unusual passion about collecting perfume bottles, and I had never seen one that was exactly the same.

I was going to make my way back upstairs because there was nothing left to see but then a room in particular caught my eye. It was the only door that was painted black with odd marks on it. I placed my hand on the handle, it felt old and rust. I held down the handle but the door was locked I guess everyone has their secrets. I made my way up the stairs again still looking at that particular door, I wonder if I’ll get a chance to see what’s in there.

 The view from my window was beautiful; a clear lake and a forest behind which actually didn’t look very scary. One thing that I didn’t notice until now was that there was a door on the floor slightly covered by a small fluffy pink rug. I bent down and pulled on the handle that was attached to the door. There was a small straight stair case going down, it was very dark so once again I took out my phone to use it as a light, I really needed to get a torch. At the bottom was what seemed to be like a room I touched the side of the walls trying to find a light and to my amazement there was a small switch. As soon as the light flickered on I was amazed, I couldn’t believe my eyes it was the most beautiful room in the entire house. I remember coming here before when I was younger, so many memories bombarded my mind. On the side of the wall was a note which said.  

‘Hope you like it, a small gift to make you feel more at home, enjoy your time here’ at the bottom was written Meg and a small x. I still couldn’t believe I had never got a gift like this before. It was a library. The library where I always came with my mother. It was our little secret place and now it’s all mine. It was a medium sized room with all four walls filled with books. The room was painted gold and the book stand was all black filling all four walls of the room. It was a place full of wonders, power and imagination bursting out from each and every book. There was purple ladder leaning against one of the walls, there was a stair case, which led me to a balcony with a small sitting area filled with bright coloured cushions and a plain light blue blanket. Near the sitting area was a working desk with a lamp and a side table which had a vase with some fresh flowers, also there was a clock hung up but I was too amazed by the library to realise what the time was. I sat down with all the cushions around me and there was one of my favourite books just waiting on the side table. A book by J.M Barrie called Peter Pan. I remember my mom use to read it to me every night before I went to bed. The book felt new, smooth, I’ve always loved the smell of new books. I couldn’t resist reading it, one of my favourite quotes from the book was
“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting”. The only sound that I could hear was the flickering of me turning pages but it was relaxing, it felt like I was home again.

A while later I finished my fifth chapter I looked at the time and it was nearly half past two in morning. I didn’t want to stop reading or leave the room but I had to get up early in the morning so I slowly, gently placed the book back on the table and went up the stairs, taking my time so I could enjoy every moment every second in the library. Eventually I reached the bottom of the stair case, the room had a beautiful smell of new books and peacefulness as I was having a last look around and walking towards the exit. I closed the light and went up the stairs to my room. I closed the door behind me. At last I changed into my night dress and got in bed pulling the silk covers over me, slowly closing my eyes, it was very easy to sleep; the covers were warm and soft against my skin, my head fell perfectly onto the soft warm pillow, I began thinking about home and slowly fell into a deep sleep dreaming.