The Weeping Angel

Chapter 1: The Weeping Girl

Chapter 1: The Weeping Girl

I had always been different.  I was always an outcast.  My parents supposedly died when I was little but I don't remember them, I don't really remember too much of the younger years of my life.  I live with my aunt Annette, but she's never really around.  I don't blame her, she's young and always out with her friends. Annette was twenty eight , only seven years older than me.  I was twenty-one.

I lived with my Aunt in a fairly large house, but it was so empty.  The rooms were dull and lacked furniture.  I sat in my bedroom. It was large and spacious with a high ceiling, plastered with Victorian wallpaper and matching furniture was sprawled through the room.  On the far wall were two large glass paneled doors that led out to a small stone balcony that overlooked the overgrown garden below.

I sighed and strode over to the mirror that lined one of my walls.  I stared at my reflection, I had silver hair that cascaded in ringlets down my back, and a fringe that fell just past my eyes.  Grey eyes the color of stone, and pale porcelain skin.  I had painted my eyelids with shiny silver shadow and bright red lipstick.  My septum was pierced, although I usually wore it flipped up so no one could see it.  I was wearing a black and white striped sweater dress with black tights, grey fur boots and a knitted red scarf to matched my lips.  I'd had grey hair my whole life, grey wasn't a natural hair color for twenty-one year olds, but I tried not to think about it too often.  I turned back around and watched the snow drift down from the sky, falling in soft clumps and settling over all the frozen greenery. 

"Aranwen! I'm going out! Dinner's in the icebox!" Annette called from downstairs.

"Okay." I answered meekly.  I hated it when she called me that.  That was my first name but I much preferred my middle name, Louna.  My name was Aranwen Louna Esther Raven.  I mostly went by Louna, but sometimes my friends took to calling me Est instead of Louna or Esther.  Not that I had a lot of friends.

I heard the door slam shut as she left.  I sighed and rubbed my forehead with the heel of my hand.  I trudged down the stairs and pulled open the icebox.  A bowl of soup sat there covered with a sheet of aluminum.  At least she remembered to feed me.  I pulled it out and popped it in the microwave. The house was quiet, I savored the peacefulness.  Sitting at the table as I ate, I stared out the picturesque litle window.  Once I was done, I trudged back up the stairs and sprawled out over my bed, one of my legs dangling lazily over the edge.  I listened as the garage rumbled open, then the sound of Annette's car pulling out of the drive, and finally the garage close again.

I was alone like I had been for most of my life.  That, was when I decided to go out.  I could drive and I was sick of sitting around all the time, snatching the keys off my bedside table, I got to the car and started it. 

Okay Louna. Annette won't be back for ages, she'll never know you even left. I soothed myself.

I sucked in a deep breath and pulled out of the driveway.  I never really left the house.  I was tutored after a few years of school because I was tormented so badly, then dropped out of home schooling in my last year of secondary school.  I had no clue where I was going or what I was going to do, all I knew was I had money and a car, and I was going to end up somewhere.

I finally parked by a diner.  Yes, of all places I choose a diner.  It was nestled by a couple small vintage shops and that was good enough for me.  I grabbed my purse and left the car.  The cold air hit me, whipping my hair around.  I started walking towards one of the shops, it was getting dark and I began to wonder if they were even open.  I walked into one small antique shop, it was dimly lit with a wide selection of garden statues in the back.  One of the lights was buzzing and flickering in the far corner.  I pulled my scarf up higher around my neck as I walked back towards the statues.