Erimead

Childhood

    WHEN MADELINE was younger, about the age of four or five, she had lost her sister.
Though no matter how hard she tried to remember what had happened that day, nothing seemed to resurface the memory. The only thing that stuck with her, was a bright golden light, that seemed blinding in the eyes of her young self. But now, all it is is confusing. A faint memory of the most important day of her life.

As she grew up, her parents became more secretive, and quiet about everything, including the day her sister disappeared. No matter how many times she asked, or tried to get it out of them, they would not budge, nor spill. They would pat her on the back, and tell her that it was a mystery best not solved, for it would involve a lot of explanations, and complications.

This always frustrated young Madeline, and made her wonder if it was actually her parents fault she disappeared. That would explain why they never want to talk about it. Though now, to older Madeline, it made no sense whatsoever.

Every night her parents would cry, and she would hear her mother whimpering, while her father whispered positive words back to her. She always wanted to go and comfort them, hug them till it all got better, but she also had another reason to be mad at them. Quietness and secretiveness wasn't the only thing going on after her sister's disappearance. Ever since then, she wasn't allowed to read any books. All the ones that were in her house already  were disposed, or taken care of. Left with worksheets, and dictionaries, Madeline was bored in her bedroom.

She never understood why she wasn't allowed to read, or go to school like other kids. Her parents made sure she wasn't allowed to have any friends, or go outside except for when she had meals, or did chores. Madeline always thought of sneaking out, or running away, but she knew it would do no good for her nor her family, so she sat bored, and lethargic in her bedroom, listening to music from her small radio, and flipping through the heavy pages of a dictionary.

Over time, her parents began to trust Madeline more with staying home alone, or doing things by herself, seeing that she had made no move to escape, or leave the house by herself. So today, on her parents anniversary, they left Madeline at home, locking all the doors and windows, setting all the alarms they have for safety precautions, making sure that Madeline will be safe. But little did they know, that the thing most dangerous to Madeline isn't anything outside, but in the house that she lives in.

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Hey, I hope you like the first chapter, and if you didn't, let me tell you that it only gets better from here. You just wait.
-мєgнαи