Evangeline

The Girl In My Attic

I woke up to be greeted by darkness. I quickly opened the window. Ah, the blue night sky was beautiful, there were no more sounds of traffic and cars. This was the country, not the city. I love it.

A gust of wind caused my hair to sway with it.
A chill went up my back. I turned my head to look at the alarm clock; 2 AM. Why was I even awake? Suddenly, I heard a thump from my ceiling. My eyes shot up to the area above me. I felt my hairs stand on its end. Did we have an attic? Maybe something fell?

I rushed to the floor around the second level, looking at the ceiling for any possible entrances. Then I saw a square shape carved into the ceiling. I took a wooden chair and placed it under me so I could grab the handle of the attic door and pull it down. The handle built out a stretchable staircase so I could go up to the attic.

"Hello?" I asked quietly as I made my way up to the attic. 

The attic door folded back in place and shut behind me, causing me to jump in fright.

I tripped over a small box, scraping my knee across the wooden floor that had so many thorns that it was miraculous that I did not get a splinter. I held my knee in pain on the floor. Tears started forming in the corner of my eyes, I wanted to bawl. I had always been a crybaby and I hated it. I did not have time to cry though as I heard a figure approaching me. I used my legs to kick myself backwards only to be hit against the wall on the other side. I was trapped here. Too terrified to speak, I started screaming. A shadow covered over the figures face as it approached me.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, you don't have to be scared" The figures said, having some sort of country accent.

"W-who are you!? And how did you get here!"
I choked out in between scared tears.

The tears finally fell after I knew that I was safe.

"Well, my name is Eve, y'see, my mom told me to stay here for a bit until she calmed down about some matters. She hasn't come back yet though. She said someone was movin' 'ere and I wanted to know who."

"It's Ellie and who is your mom?"

"Mrs Clocksworth"

"Isn't that the landlord of this place?"

"It seems so"

I pondered for a bit, staring at Eve. Why would her Mother lock her in an attic. Not to mention this place was old and dusty. Upon observation, I saw an electric chair with a torn up face bag over it. I shuddered. Thinking about what it could have been used for.

"So, uh, um, Eve? Would you like to bring me to bring you home?"

"Actually, Ellie, could I ask of you a favour?"

"What is it?"

"Well, I'm deathly afraid of my mum so could I live here. I 'ate being at home. Parents always fighting. It's like a wrestling match Everyday and I'm that re'free guy who gets beat up sometimes!"

I looked at her. Was there any use in saying no? I had hear stories about teenagers who wanted to be independent. However, she was no teenager. She look around the same age as I was, 11. And Mrs Clocksworth seemed like such a nice lady. Her hair was always neatly tied into a plated bun. Aquamarine looped earrings with light makeup. However, I didn't know she had a Daughter, a son named Elijah more like. Well, they're names both started with E so maybe the E ran in the family?

"Sure, you can stay"