Blossom Asylum

Chapter One

The day of her 14th birthday. Clara was excited, other than the fact that she had heard her mother again. She knew that her mother wasn't dead. That her father had bought her down to the basement and told her to fake her suicide.

Clara knew this.

She also knew that her father had been receiving letters, but she didn't know where from. It was one of the many mysteries of her life.

Clara walked down the stairs, looking at the door that led to the out-of-bounds basement. Clara shivered. Her mother was down there.

She walked the halls of her home. Even though the halls were filled with pictures and objects from her ancestors, it felt to empty. Never would she be the same after her dear mothers kidnap.

Clara was going to enter the kitchen when she heard two voices. The voices of her father and someone else. She hid against the wall, listening in.

"We'll take good care of her, Mr Jones. She'll be safe with us," the second voice reassured her father.

"Good. Thank you for doing this. She should be down soon." Her father seemed, happy. What were they talking about?

Clara walked into the room, looking from the man to her father. Her father was wearing simple daywear, his hair still messy from waking up.

The second man wore something out of a nightmare. He wore white. Complete white.

Clara hated white. She hated that it was just there. No depth to it. Just blinding white.

The man took a step towards her. "You're coming with me, Miss Jones." He stated calmly. Clara looked around frantically.

"What?" She asked, taking a step back.

"You're going with this man, Clara. He's going to take you somewhere you will learn to stop with your illusions." Her father told her.

Clara shook her head. "They're not illusions! You're the one who told mama to fake her death. You have her locked in the basement! You go down there and punish her I know you do! I hear her screaming!" She yelled at him, still edging away from the man in white.

"Clara, this behaviour is unacceptable." Her father scolded. "You will go with this man until you learn not to accuse me of such barbaric ways!"

Clara edged back so that her back was against the wall. She looked down. Clara hated when her father yelled at her.

The man grabbed Clara's wrist, dragging her.

Clara screamed, for him to let go. To not take her away.

The man bought a cloth to her mouth, and she watched the world go black.