This time it took me roughly 20 hours.
Hold on everybody, cause here we go again.
No promises this one will be good, but it's worth a shot, right?
:)
Part I: Lost
Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop.
Rain drums on the leaves above me. I turn onto my side,
covering myself with more leaves. I peek out from them and look up at the
stars. You can’t see many tonight, because clouds cover the sky. I pick out a
few and watch them until a rain droplet falls into my eye and I curl back into
a tight dry ball.
I don’t care for rain. I have bad memories associated with
rain. I wish we didn’t have to sleep outside tonight, but we couldn’t find
shelter before dark. My brothers don’t
care for rain any more than I do, I know.
I close my eyes and can’t help but play that night over in
my mind. My throat tightens and hurts. I tell myself to calm down. It doesn’t
do much good. I breathe deeply and try to sleep.
Not much chance of that though. The night’s cold and
cutting. The leaves offer absolutely no protection from the bitter cold. I pull
my red jacket closer to me and pull the hood up.
I lay like that for an hour before I realize I’m not going
to get any sleep.
I push the leaves away from my face and roll over onto my
side. Careful not to wake my brothers I stand up. I cover someone’s arm and leg sticking out with the leaves I’m
not using.
I tiptoe away from them. We’re in the middle of some sort of
forest and I can’t see much in front of me. I find a spot where the trees cover
the sky, blocking out the rain. I lay down on my back and close my eyes.
The silence is only interrupted by the sounds of the forest
and that’s the way I like it.
All of a sudden a hand clamps over my mouth. It drags me to
my feet. The person is taller than me and I am off the ground in this person’s
grasp. I try to get away but I’m not strong enough. I can’t see who holds me
but I’m almost certain I am doomed.
“Let her down,
Sophie. She’s too small to get away or do us any harm.”
I hate when people tell me I’m too small to do anything.
Nothing makes me more angry.
She drops me on the
ground. I look up to see her towering above me. She has black hair and green
eyes. She’s pretty, but in a strange way. She’s very tall and looks incredibly
strong. I wonder what she wants with me.
“Who are you?”
I shake my head and look down at the ground. I’m not going
to answer her. She lifts a hand to strike me, but stops at the sound of a boy’s
voice.
“Don’t hit her. That won’t get us anywhere.”
“You’re going soft, are you? When did that happen, hmm?”
He steps out of the shadows. He’s taller than me as well,
but not as tall as the girl. I judged the girl to be 4 or 5 years older than
me, but he only looks 2 or 3 years older than me.
He has blond hair and the same green eyes as his sister. Or
so, I believe it’s his sister. They look a lot alike. It’s a logical
assumption.
The eyes are what strikes me. Takes my breath away. His
eyes, and his sister’s. It’s like looking straight into a forest, the way the
colors blend and mix.
He looks at me looking at him. He cocks his head, studying
me. I look away from his gaze.
“I’m not going soft. But I’m not a cruel animal, either.” He
says quietly.
She snorts. “Whatever.”
She stares at me. “What are you doing here?”
I really don’t want to answer this question.
And so, I open my mouth to scream.
Only, instead of a shrill scream filling the air, all I hear
is hollow silence. I close my mouth.
I should have known I wouldn’t be able to scream. My throat
hurts now. I lower my eyes to the ground. I can feel both of them staring at
me, waiting for an answer.
An idea comes to me. I point to my throat, and make a motion
with my hands like they’re talking. Then I shake my head no.
“I don’t think she can talk, sister.”
“I think you may be right.” She comes closer toward me. “Do
you have family around here that I may speak to?”
I’m shaking my head no when my brothers break through the
trees.
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