Into the Darkness

Chapter 3

Look!!!! An early update.  Thank you so much for being patient whilst I work on this.  I'm having a little writers block and have been thinking about writing something new... but I know if I do that I will never get this finished so we are going to push forward with it.  Because it's a little hard to write right now I will be working my hardest to get at least one chapter out a week.  Also if you want to give me some feed back in the comments that would be amazing, thank you all for reading!!!!!💜💜💜
-Lizzie

March 16, 2009

Crunch....  Crunch....  My lifeless limbs swayed through the air.  A pair of strong arms wrapped around me, carrying me.  I tried opening my eyes, the light sending a torturous pain throughout my head.  You can do it.  I tried to force my eyes open, but to no avail.  Come on damn it!  I finally forced my eyes open, hissing in pain.  The figure carrying me came to a halt making me look up.  I was met with a pair of almond eyes, before I could no longer keep my eyes open. 

I was in state.  That certain state between awake and asleep.  I rolled around a bed, under a warm quilt.  A slight knock interrupted my cat nap.  Before I had the opportunity to speak, the door creaked open.  Click....  Click....  The sound of heels on a hardwood floor.   The curtains were drawn, light shining into my eyes.  The creak of doors left and right, the slamming of drawers.
"Maria, time to get up."  I groaned, turning away from the light.  A chill ran through me when the heavy fabric was ripped away.  My mind clicked, where am I?  I shot up, eyes flicking to each little object that sat in the small pastel pink room.  A bed took up much of the room, a white wood antique side table sat on each side.  Across from the bed sat a white sliding door leading to the closet.  Two other white doors, one to the hall and the other to the bathroom suite.  A vintage vanity and large window with pink curtains occupied the left wall. 
"Let's go, breakfast will be done in an hour and we have a guest."  I sighed rolling out of bed.  I went to the large bathroom suite and showered.  Once out, I brushed my teeth and blow dried my hair.  Walking out I swiftly threw on the jean, sweater, and sneaker combo that was laid out for me.  Sitting at the vanity I put on the makeup essentials that were sat on the table.  Curling the ends of my hair I slid it up in a tight high ponytail, with a baby blue ribbon cascading down each side.  Quickly I strolled out the door into a light peach hall way, and down the stairs.  In the living room sat my dad and mum on one loveseat.  On the other was a younger gentleman.  He was in Jeans and his sleeves rolled up on his red flannel shirt.  A 5 O'clock shadow radiated his face, his short light brown hair falling in front of his....... Almond eyes.  His eyes peered into mine, the almond turning darker.  Almost like the chocolate drizzle dripping over a round nut.  
"Maria, this is Eric."  Dad said, emptying the silence.  I cleared my throat and smiled with a quick wave.  The red flannel wearing man stood from the sofa and strolled toward me.  He took my hand and kissed the knuckle.  His almond eyes still bore into mine.  I jumped when I heard a voice come from behind me,
"Breakfast is ready."  Mum said laying the hot steaming plate of waffles on the table.  We all shuffled to the small dining table.  Mum and Dad sat on either head of the table, whilst Eric and I sat across from each other.  I had to admit the food was absolutely delectable.  The waffles, eggs, sausage, and toast.  Then to wash down the left-over crumbs we had the choice between milk, orange juice, or coffee.  Mum looked up from her plate, her green orbs staring into my similar ones.  Dad's eyes didn't move from his plate though.
"So, you are probably wondering why you are meeting Eric."  She said, wiping the extra milk from her lips.  I had to admit I was a little curious.  A big smile made it to dads face and he looked up at mum.  He had that 'Do you want you or I to tell her?' look.  I slowly sipped my orange juice waiting for a response from one of them.  We sat in silence for what felt like forever, until dad finally spoke. 
"You and Eric are to be wed."  The orange juice came spiraling out of my mouth onto the sunflower table cloth that sat before me.  Before they could say anything else, I stood from the table and rushed up the stairs toward my room.  From downstairs I heard yelling. 
"I told you what would happen if she wasn't on board."  I heard a voice growl from down stairs.  My parents were whimpering.  Was it Eric?  Why was he so upset?
"Please, we will get her to change her decision, I promise you."  I heard dads voice crack.  What was going on?  Maybe I should go check it out?  Before I made a move, a gunshot rang out, moms scream echoed throughout my room.  I quickly closed the door, and slid under the bed.  What was happening?  After what felt like an eternity the door slammed open.  My breath hitched.  Slowly I moved my head to see, I only caught a glimpse of black dress pants and dress shoes.  A hard gripped snapped around my ankle and pulled.  I dug my nails into the hardwood, but couldn't hold.  I screamed, but when I was no longer concaved under the bed, I saw my father.  Anger clear in his now deep blue eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"  he yelled, spit flying from his lips.  I shook with fear and mere shock.  I started shaking my head, tears running down my cheeks.  My eyes never leaving his.  I tried taking deep breaths, I was so worked up that I had started to hyperventilate.  He started heaving with anger, his face so red and shaky.  He brought his hand up quickly flinging down across my cheek.
"John!"  Mum yelled from the door way, Eric standing behind her.  She ran toward my father and grabbed his hand looking into is solemn eyes.  A tear weld in her eye, and he shook his head.  She quickly wiped it away.  She took my father and led him from the room.  Eric looked at me for a brief second before walking back the way he came.  I sat there still in shock.  Eyes wide, just staring at the door.  What in the hell is going on?  I've never felt more confused or afraid in my entire life.  Something was definitely wrong.  I slowly got up, holding my cheek.  I sat on the bed, and moments later mum came into the room. 
"Are you ok?"  She asked.  I shook my head still staring at the empty door way.  Mum came over and sat next to me.  She put her hand on my back and started rubbing.  I laid my head on her shoulder, and she fingered through my hair.  I started to sob.
"You hit your head."  She said.  I instantly stopped crying.  My eyes flicked up to her.
"What?"  I asked, my eyes flicking from one small object to the next.  She sighed, and cleared her throat.
"Yesterday."  She started,
"You were out in the garden, by the fountain.  It started to rain and you slipped on the wet grass and hit your head on the stone of the fountain."  She finished.  Had the stream just been and different visualization of the fountain?  Had my brain exaggerated it?  I silently nodded, not knowing what exactly to say.  My mind was jumbled and I just couldn't make any of it out.  I couldn't comprehend what was real and what my mind was making up.  I felt so numb, there was no warmth in my body.  It was almost like a doll, someone giving her a name, a persona, and a life.  Nothing was what I believed it was, nothing was what I'd imagine it could be.  What was happening to my life, and why couldn't it go back to the way it had been?