Decalcomania

Prologue

I still can see her; her large honey-hazel eyes speaking what her plump rosy lips failed to say, her long caramel hair softly hanging over her shoulders like a heavy waterfall, covering her deep everlasting scars, the scars of the days of yore. I smiled at her and she smiled back allowing her crystal teeth to appear, our sharp eye contact could describe how we both felt about one another. It has been ten years and I still can see the same waves of gloom on her. After all, we share every heartbeat, every tear and every word. We share each other.

That's the case of the spoiled daughter of the Wilson family, Elyse Ann Wilson, as the only child in the family; my parents always spoiled me and showered me with love and affection. Lovely mornings around the table of mother's delicious homemade breakfast to warm nights of sweet bed stories, lullabies and kisses from both of my parents. It felt so warm having them by my side, with them I could fight the world and never lose, they were my aura of hope and love. That was life until the tragic happened. Over a night, one night, the parents had unusual fight, something that I never witnessed before, I couldn't watch them like that, throwing painful words at each other, yelling and tearing their love apart. the fight led the two to walk out of the house furiously and broken, I could see the regret on my mother's eyes, she never meant what she said to him that day, she loved him way too much to let him go that easily, but that's what we always do right!, we always hurt the ones we love.

She ran after him or maybe away from him. They completely forgot about the eleven years old girl who was crying on the stairs with a dressed doll on her trembling hands, terrified of losing them, terrified of never seeing them again.

I remember, I spent the night walking around the house, waiting for my dear parents to come back home and take me to bed, sing me a song and kiss me on my forehead, it passed my bedtime and I wanted them to take me to bed as usual. Deep down, I really just wanted them to be home again, enter the house giggling and holding hands as they always do. My tiny figure moved here and there, praying the heavens above to make my wish come true and in return I would never eat sweets again or lie to my mother about finishing my broccolis. I thought heavens agreed on my innocent deal when the doorbell rang, it echoed on the corners of the quiet house. I still can remember how I ran to the door and opened on, to see nobody but two men, dressed firmly, they looked like nice men. my little self thought, 'oh aren't they the helping fairies that Kevin used to call in the movie 'home alone' ...

Indeed, the police officers walked in with disbelief look on their gloomy faces, one of them lifted me on his arm gently and stroked my messy hair, it reminded me of my father, he used to do the same thing whenever he had a bad news to tell me. I was too young but I knew better.

"Where are mum and dad?" I softly said, clenching into my doll to get some sort of support from the nonliving thing. The officers looked at my innocent form and sadly walked to their car and have me sitting in the backseat, holding tight to the only thing I had again, my doll. I knew something was wrong but my little optimistic heart convinced me everything was alright. I couldn't possibly think of them leaving me, they pinky promised to always be by my side and they never broken their promises before. but all humans say is a lie after all.

Soon, we arrived to the police station and they gently got me inside, I sat on the chair next to the office and swung my little legs back and forth.

"They asked me to stay here, I should be a good girl and obey!" I smiled as I talked to my doll. That was the only way to distract my beating heart and calm it a little bit, I felt my chest tightening and the airways became swollen and inflamed, it feels like I was breathing through a squished straw, or more like someone is squeezing the air out of me. I knew what this meant and I was afraid of it.

As I was trying to steady my breath, a small figure sat next to me on the chair, taking me by surprise, I turned my head slowly aside and there was a boy glaring at me warmly, his eyes were heavenly pure and brownish dark. How can I forget, I smiled and he brightly smiled back, the light in room was so bright but oddly his smile brightened it even more. He stared at me without saying or uttering a word. My eyes travelled to his little chained hands and I was shocked at the sight of stains of blood on his light-blue sweater and even his hands, even some on his face too. I wondered if he was injured or hurt, I felt my hand shivering, somehow feeling the need to touch him.

"Are you okay!" I innocently asked, gently moving my hands over his messy hair, "you are cold" I asked when my skin touched his forehead, feeling the wave of coldness in my veins, he was freezing but it didn't seem to bother him at all, like he was used to it. I took my yellowish jacket off and put it on his shoulders, hoping it could warm him a little, the little grinned widely "Thank you!" was all he said before some strange men appeared and took him away. Before he disappears completely, he glanced one last time at me, his eyes sparkling like stars, but I couldn't tell what it meant.

I looked again at the officers arguing and complaining endlessly about the situation, they hesitated to talk to me, I know, I looked too innocent to handle such news, but I was strong, at least that's what I knew then, ten years ago...