Timebound(on Hold)

Chapter 1

"Mom" are the last words I remember screaming, before I woke up and sat in bed. I was breathing heavily and my whole body was covered in sweat. The wall clock which was hung on my white coloured wall in front of my bed showed the time as 12:00 am. The clock had a battered look, brown colour frame and the seconds needle broken. Nobody cared to get it repaired, that explains that nobody cared about me. Too many family issues were making my life difficult and unfortunately I wasn't even strong enough to protect myself.

Every night these nightmares used to haunt me, put me on the edge where I would break down and sometimes choke me till it was difficult for me to breathe. They have been playing with my mind for the past two years and none of the games I have won, yet. These were the nightmares of my parents whom I had lost in a horrifying car accident. Tears started to whelm up in my eyes thinking about that awful night. On my fourteenth birthday my mum and dad left me leaving behind a scar which was hard to deal with. People say scars heal with time but I didn't know that they could be so wrong.( emphasis on the word so) Well...physical ones do, not mental ones and this scar has been clawed on my entire life. I still remember the sight which I had seen that dark night when I reached the hospital. Look at the irony of the situation, I did not even get to say goodbye to the two people who were dear to me even more than life. A squeak snapped me back to reality when my pet mouse Fluffy drew my attention. Somehow he always knew when I was in pain or grief and he used to scrunch his nose upwards and indicate me to pat it. And that's exactly what I used to do,  he was the one who made me feel accepted. He was my only family left and one of the only reasons that made me survive through life. I stroked his soft white fur until he relaxed and closed his eyes feeling the warmth of my hand. He curled his thin little baby pink tail and held it in his paws as he drifted off to sleep. I have always thought that he looked cute when he slept with his tail filled with rings in his paws and nose nuzzled in the soft fur curling up like a ball to protect himself from the cold weather. I got out of bed, picked up the little blue cage filled with hay and a baby blue bed in the corner to go with it, from my white coloured side table and kept it on my study table made entirely of glass.

I wiped my eyes, turned down the speed of the fan in my room and started tip toeing up the stairs, not to wake anybody up. Thankfully the staircase was made of tiles so it was smooth to walk on it even though they were quiet old. I reached up the stairs and lef out a low breath before opening the door of my favorite place - My little terrace garden. There was one more door beside it which led to the attic but I was barred from going in there. I remembered going inside the attic once or twice when I was very young but the memory was very vivid. After my parent's death I didn't even care to have a look inside because of the two reasons-
First I did not want to break the promise which I made to my parents so I had to respect their wish and
Second there were too many belongings of my parents inside it which only brought back memories and the desire for my parents to come back to me. Shifting my focus from the dusty brown door of the attic and opening the beautiful floral print door of the terrace, I stepped inside. The cold air hit me harshly making me shiver to my bones. This was the only place where I felt safe, where the world couldn't lay hands on me, into the arms of mother nature, the only mother left in my life. I switched on the lights and the white lights filled the terrace. The Lilly patch on the border gleamed in the light. Even though the flowers were drooped still I knew that in a few hours the white Lillies will come to life. There were blue orchids on one part of the garden and red roses on the other part. The rest of the garden was filled with grass with an olive green coloured bench placed in the middle. A few years ago this part of the house used to flourish with happiness and all the birds and insects used to greet us in the spring season. But now most of it was destroyed due to the lack of care, specially the green grass which had dried up in most places. I usually come up here and do a little bit of gardening if I am able to, but it is hard to keep up with my school. Sighing I went ahead and sat on the old rusted bench and looked up at the open sky staring back at me. The stars shone brightly and I pulled my legs on top of the bench rocking back and forth. Tears were stinging my eyes as the dead memories were flooding back like water in a stagnant river after a storm. I tried to hold them in, I tried to stay strong but it didn't work in the quietness of the night. And soon the salty water was staining my cheeks again, making my eyes go red and puffy. I closed my eyes and did not try to stop the tears this time because sometimes it's best to cry your heart out instead of holding your sorrows in. My parents' face kept on appearing in front of me, behind my closed eyelids with just the thought that they would wrap me in their arms and quiet me down. But we really don't get what we usually desire, do we. One of the main reason I like coming up here was because it holds a major part of my parents. During summers when the flowers used to be in full bloom, all three of us used to sit on this same bench and would watch the birds and the tiny insects flying by. We used to set up a bird table with planks of wood and then for hours we used to watch different kinds of birds fighting for food and water. And in winters we would get steaming hot chocolate or coffee up here and enjoy the chilling wind, even though it made me freeze to death. But still it was worth it, at least I was by my family's side and nothing could have been better until that horrendous day which changed everything. They did not even give me any more details other than that, that my parents died in a car accident. Not even the name of the person who killed them. Oh right! Why would they, it's not like that they care about me. I mean as my relatives said that ' it's not appropriate to tell their child who killed her parents '. Wow hats off to your relative love. At that point I really wanted to spit sarcasm on their faces while the anger boiled inside of me like the lava of a volcano trying to erupt. Since then I have become distant from my relatives and people who say they 'love me' (sarcasm again) except my uncle and aunt with whom I live with.

Unfortunately!!

Oh wait, in all this family drama I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Aiyana and I am a sixteen year old teen whose life is messed up as hell and rest is history. As I told you before my parents died when I was  fourteen years old and since then I have been living with my 'loving'( air quotes, note the sarcasm ) uncle and aunt, Uncle Eric and Aunty Shimona and my dear little pet mouse Fluffy ( now that's genuine love ). My life all along has been a rollercoaster, the beautiful moments left in the past and the terrifying moments trying to take my life in the present. There is really nothing more to tell about me because most of me has turned to ash and left in the past.

I opened my eyes as soon as the first rays of sunlight hit my face. I saw the red sun staring at me and a smile made its way on my face. Magically all my worries and problems flew into thin air and just the warmth engulfed me in its arm. The tiny dust particles glistened in the streaks of the sun. The horizon looked amazing in the morning light.

A new day brings hope and opportunities so thinking about the beautiful day ahead......oh wait, who am I kidding. I know that today is also be going to be same as all the other days. I stretched my hands and legs and tried releasing all the stress hovering on my mind. My shoulders slumped in relief and a sigh escaped my lips, but who knew that the tension had now started slowly building up.

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Hey guys, this is my first official book and I am really excited for it. Hope you enjoy reading the first chapter and do tell me if you like it.
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