Darkness (OUAT-Peter Pan)

Graffiti

Chloe's POV

It's a cold winter night and I'm heading towards my school to where I'm supposed to meet some 'friends'. I made sure that my foster parents never realized that I was gone. I wouldn't even call them parents, they were more like...rivals to me. 

I walked down Eastfield Corner searching for my expected 'friends' while trying to disguise myself in the dark so I don't get caught. I could see the eerie school in the far distance, so I started to pick up my pace. After I got to my destination I found my 'friends' behind the school building with spray paint. Spraying the wall, they said, "Chloe, catch." They threw a red spray can towards me and I caught it with ease. I looked down at the red canister and didn't hesitate to join the fun with the mysterious gang. 

I began to create the word "Music" on the mossy gray walls with a touch of my own style. Minutes later, I hear the ringing sounds of police sirens and swerving cars. I looked to see if the gang noticed but they were already dashing to the woods. I quickly dropped the spray can and sprinted for my life. My heart also was racing as I darted to the dark intimidating woods. It was too dark to see, I was running too fast and a high tree root caught my foot causing me to stumble down a very steep hill. I figured they had heard me fall because I noticed lights emitted from flashlights the cops were holding traveling towards my general direction. I tried to get up but my foot was rolled by the root that I earlier tripped on. 

When the cops came down the steep hill they yelled and pulled me up from the shoulders and quickly cuffed me up. They told me to walk and pushed me forward to make themselves clear. When they pushed, an agonizing throb shot through my leg making me stumble. The cops noticed my injury and carried me to the police car to drive me to the police department. 

-At the police department-

I pressed my face against the cold bars of the cell and listening in on the conversation of my dreadful foster parents and the police officer. 

"You need to come and pick up your daughter from jail; and yes, it is mandatory for you to bail her out." The police officer said matter-of-factly. 

I couldn't hear what my parents have said on the other side of the phone but I knew for sure they were livid. I was not ready to face my parents' wrath at home. 

-A few hours later-

I couldn't see or hear my parents come to the department and I was starting to think they abandoned me. Boy was I wrong. A police officer came to my rotten jail cell and brought out a pair of keys. He unlocked the cell door and told me to follow him, not wanting to get in more trouble I obeyed. The very first thing I saw was a very furious mother. My mom already bailed me out so I was walking to the old red jeep before they were. 

The whole car ride was silent, no one dared to talk, and that's what scared me the most. I was thinking of what kind of beating I would get this time but was too worried about the pain I was about to experience. 

 -At home-  

I opened the car door and walked over to the house still dreading the fact that I am going to be mentally and physically abused. I waited for my mom to come and unlock the door, and once she did I saw an irritated father who had his arms crossed in anger. I stayed in place and kept quiet, too afraid do to anything else.  

"You are a disgrace to this family, you know that." My father spat. 

"I don't feel like I'm part of this family," I mumbled.

"What did you say?" My foster mother asked.

"I don't feel like I'm part of this family," I said loud and clear.

"You damn right your not part of this family, you're going back to the orphanage, tomorrow morning!" My father yelled making himself clear as a crystal.

My eyes went wide, "What you can't do that!"

"Actually I can," He stated, "Now go downstairs to the basement for a beating, NOW!" 

-Basement-

I've been waiting down here for at least 10 minutes when I hear a slam from a door upstairs. I could hear footsteps slowly coming towards my way and knew that it was my dad. I saw his face and it held no emotions. He also had a belt that he would use to slash me across the face and a knife to cut me on the back. He would normally kick, punch, spit, and throw me around the room just to see me in pain. Abusing me was a game to my dad and so far he was winning. This was a routine for me so I didn't bother to cry because it brought my dad satisfaction to his miserable life and I was much stronger than that. My father would usually say things like,

"You're worthless!"

"You don't belong here."

"No wonder your parents gave you up." 

After the beating, my dad told me to get out of his sight and get to bed. I didn't bother to say anything because I knew it was pointless. I trudged upstairs to my room and went to take a shower to wash the blood off my body. I took my time and did some thinking. If I end my life I wouldn't have to deal with this any longer because I knew for a fact that I would never find a family that would actually love me. I made up my mind and decided to commit suicide. I got out of the shower and dried off slowly making sure not to scratch one of my open wounds my father gave me. I got dressed in black leggings and a red tank top that said, 'Track and Field Champion' with my name on the back of the tank top. I put on some brown old combat shoes and put my hair up in a braid. I opened my window in my room and scaled up the house to the rooftop.  

'I needed to do this, my life is not worth living for and I'm better off dead' I thought to myself. I walked off the roof with my eyes closed ready for the impact of the cement but it never came. I could feel the wind whizzing past my face. I decided to open my eyes and I saw the most remarkable thing ever. I was flying, but how? I felt something that was keeping a grip on my hand and making sure they are not gonna let me fall. I looked up to see a figure of a boy but not the flesh of one. There was a shadow preventing me from falling and it looked down at me with its white eyes and smirked. That was the last thing I saw before I was knocked out.

A/N- Zimbardo was the one who thought of these ideas and I give all credit to her. She is an outstanding writer and I recommend you to read her books. Her details are amazing and make you feel like you are actually in the book. She encouraged me to write this book and I'm glad I did. Please go check her out because she is amazing and she deserves it as well. 

Another thing is that my younger brother helped me with this chapter and I also give him credit for helping me. 

Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter and being patient with me.

I will be gone for 3 weeks while camping so I won't be able to update for a while. I'm sorry.

-KrazyEmmy