Disparate life (On Hold)

encounter with a witch

SALA'S POV

as I sat on a bench in a park , troubling thoughts occupied my mind.what was going to happen to me I was scared . Just now I left the only place that had given me shelter and now I'm homeless.

Gales of wind blew as the sky got cloudy. Seemed like the beginning for a violent storm. The cold temperature made my weak body tremble.People were running for cover but I had nowhere to go.I was all alone.

Suddenly I heard a feminine voice calling me from behind. "Little miss what are you doing here? haven't you heard a hurricane is heading here".

I turned around to see who it was. She had long platinum blonde hair and was struggling with her umbrella as it was caught in a cyclonic gust.when she had calmed her umbrella , she looked at me with tempting eyes.I froze at my stance , unable to move a muscle.

As she walked up to me step by step I noticed a daunting fact. I felt as if I was looking at my mature self. My eyes betrayed me and started to flow out streams of tears.

I hid my face quickly to not let her see me cry but it was too late."why are you crying, child?do you have no shelter?"she asked me in a graceful tone while trying to comfort me by patting my back.

 "why don't you come to my house until the hurricane is over?"the elegant lady suggested.normally I wouldn't go to a stranger's house but I had no choice, it was better than dying of starvation and cold.

she walked me to her apartment.it didn't look that bad just your usual apartment flat.

apparently she had just moved in so she said not to mind her unopened boxes.she gave me some blankets to warm up and a cup of soothing green tea.I have to admit I had never drank green tea since it looked bitter but that cup was different. It tasted sweet as if her kindness had changed its taste.

She looked at me with interest. It was disturbing and unnerving, my face blushed and tried to avoid her gaze. She finally noticed how embarrassed I was.

She smiled at me sheepishly and said "oh..how rude of me I'm Marilyn. My common name is Lyn. what's your name?".No matter how nice of a gesture she showed I could never shook of from such a shock. It was as if my heart can right out of my mouth.I just kept staring at her mutely, impressed at how small the world was.

She looked at me in a yearning kind of way. It was difficult to say what her intentions were but now I knew. She didn't invite me just out of consideration. There was something else, a deceitfulness.

"is something troubling you dear?" she asked me with the same gentle voice but somehow it was elusive. She was slightly different from the elegant lady I met at the park. As she drew in closer to me my intuition told me she was dangerous.

Suprisingly my senses started to fade then I noticed my tea had been spiked. I was confused , is she really my mother? it thought to myself. If so why would she poison her newly reunited daughter....

I woke up and found my wrists and ankles chained. she was there looking at me as if i was her prey. I looked at her pleadingly. "why am I chained like this? why would you do this to your own daughter?" I cried out of desperation.

then she grinned and muttered."so you knew who I am? who told you that ..sala?no..Yura"."why would I tell a witch like you ? and what is Yura?".I asked her.

I felt resentment towards her but I didn't know why. I hated her. "so the person who gave you information about me , didn't tell you your real name..huh" she said, still with that same look and smile.

I was puzzled , I just heard my name for the first time but I didn't feel any attachment to it whatsoever."that doesn't sound like me at all"I denied liking my name.

"your name is Yura and you can't change it "she demanded."and why is that?" I asked her curtly. She held my chin and made sure I was being attentive and "because you belong to me Yura, you always have and will" she rasped in a lustful voice.

I was in disgust and hurt.why was she calling me by that name when I disliked it? why was she forcing me? for what?

Now I came to understand why Ray didn't tell me much about Lyn.she was the exact opposite of what a mother was supposed to be like.