The icy wind blew as I pushed my way through the pelting rain. The sky was murky and bleak, only being illuminated by frequent flashes of lightning. Thunder roared in response as I continued to push forward, clutching my thick, coal colored coat. The grayish-black coat that appeared dusty due to it's rough complexion did little help to block out the rain that made it past my navy umbrella. It's sleek top echoed the sound of the hitting droplets of water, the nearly translucent material making it easy to see how furiously the rain fell from the sky.
My face was contorted in a frustrated was as I fought the wind, making my way forward, eager to get out of the dreadful weather. The sidewalk I walked along was empty, not a soul to be found. I squinted my eyes, unsure if it was a figure up ahead, leaning against the brick wall of the continuous buildings I was passing. The sheets of water falling made it nearly impossible to see either way. Rain bounced up from the sidewalk, my boots kicking the pooling liquid up as I continued, some of the water unfortunately finding it's way inside of the boots, drenching my socks. I was soaked to the bone, damned and determined to make my way home…
I awoke with a start, clutching my wool blanket close to my chest as I listened to my heavy breaths. My heart was hammering with fear, sweat dripping down the sides of my face, sticking random strands of my raven hair to my face. I focused on my breathing, trying to return it to normal as I slumped back against my plush pillows. Each morning began like this. Each and every one.
I would awake, after reliving parts of that terrible nightmare that seemed to consume me. Only, it wasn't necessarily just a nightmare. Just memories that I'd rather forget, that force themselves upon me each and every night. I was lucky I had just dreamed about how it had all started, that simple walk home in treacherous weather. I squinted my eyes nearly shut, focusing on returning my breaths to normal once more. Today, I would finally be able to forget, at least a little bit. At least I would be able to get away from this location.
It was moving day. After the… incident, my mother decided it would be for the best, if we left everything behind. Start out fresh; new. Slowly forget and begin to live again. I reopened my eyes, staring around my now empty room, the only things left being my sheets, pillows and a new set of clothes for today. Otherwise, all of my possessions were packed away in variously sized brown boxes, sealed away and categorized by labels written in bright red marker.
I heaved myself out of bed, leaving my tattered white blankets where they were. I stretched, listening to the satisfying snap of my bones cracking. I let out a sigh, standing and walking out of my room. My hair appeared like a crows nest, my golden eyes half open. The hard wood floor was sleek under my feet, recently polished and ready for the next family who were to move in. I turned to the kitchen, seeing my mother and little brother standing at the bar, half full bowls of cereal in front of them. A box laid to the side, labeled 'Kitchen Supplies'. I chuckled to myself, approaching them.
"Another bad dream?" my mother whispered, concern filling her blue eyes.
I sighed, nodding, following it by a shrug. It doesn't really matter, I was used to it now. She frowned, pursing her lips before running a hand through her inky hair. Silently, she turned to the box, pulling out a new bowl and spoon. I took them, filling it was a small amount of Coco Puffs and finishing off the rest of the milk.
"Hurry up with your breakfast, Ivy, we are leaving in thirty minutes," she stated, quickly finishing hers, along with my brother.
I nodded, mixing the milk and cereal together, watching the milk turn into a chocolaty brown. Hurriedly, I swallowed mine spoonful by spoonful as my mother washed and dried the two bowls, neatly placing them back into the box. Once finished, I handed her mine so she could repeat the process. Hurriedly, my brother and I rushed to our rooms, changing quickly and making ourselves presentable. I couldn't help the smile that automatically formed onto my face at the thought of a new start. One without the horrific memories of this place.
I ignored the large, pale scar on my abdomen as I slung on a pale blue t-shirt, finishing getting ready. I ripped the sheets off my bed, grabbing my pillows as well, then proceeded with giving my room one last look. Dropping my eyes, I exited my room, nearly running into my little brother, Adam. A scowl seemed to be permanently sketched into his face as he ignored me, walking down stairs with his last few possessions that were not packed. He… was not happy about moving in the slightest. Leaving behind all of his friends, and life as he knew it… it couldn't be easy for an eleven year old boy.
I pushed aside the guilt, following him downstairs and out the door. The large moving truck was positioned outside, making our small car appear like an ant compared to it's size. I walked over, avoiding the ashy smoke that billowed from the exhaust pipe. I threw inside my sheets and blanket, not caring where they landed. I turned, avoiding the eyes of the workers that were still loading boxes into the back. I walked over to the pale, blue car, crawling into the passenger seat in the front. I was informed that the car ride wouldn't be too terribly long. But, far enough to get out of this central area.
My brother was already sitting in the back, his scowl still firm, his steel eyes cold. They matched moms, yet at this moment, did not half of the warmth hers possessed. I watched my mother walk to the car, the keys jingling in her hand. She crawled into the front, sticking the keys into ignition. The radio started up, an unfamiliar song starting to play. Silently, she started the car as I watched out the window, giving my house one last look. I leaned my elbow against the armrest, watching the outside world begin to fly by as we began to drive to our new home.
Finally, we arrived. My gold eyes nearly boggled out of my head as I stared at the enormous house in front of me. It appeared straight out of a fairytale, the large elegant frame mixing with the older appearance. I noticed no houses were around us, the house being slightly mixed within the woods of a small forest. It was absolutely… perfect. And I haven't even stepped inside yet. I peeked around, noticing my brother's expression masked my own, even though he was probably fighting it.
A smile stretched across my face as the car pulled to a stop on the dirt road that laid in front of the house. Almost instantly, I yanked the door open, rushing outside into the fresh air. I heard the calls of my mother and brother, but I couldn't help but ignore them. I rushed to the front porch that appeared to wrap around the house. The sky blue shingles looked brand new, matching the pale white paint that decorated the house. Impatiently, I waited for my mother to arrive with the keys, allowing me to enter the massive home. Once I heard the click of the lock, I shot forward, beginning my exploration of the new house. I felt as though I were five again, running around like an idiot even though I was seventeen. I chuckled at the thought, taking in each and every one of the rooms.
There was a large, sunny kitchen, accompanied by an elegant dining room next to it. A roomy sitting area, and what appeared to be a office of some sort. A living room with comfy beige carpeting. It was more than perfect, and I haven't even ascended the wooden stairs yet. This was my beginning, my new start… I just had to calm down already. Taking a deep breath, I walked up the stairs, starting along the long hallway. Each of the doors were shut, and I tried to decide which one I should enter. I finally chose the one at the end, twisting the brass door handle and pulling it open.
I gasped at the sight, seeing the perfectly sized bedroom. But what won me over the most, was the large window that sat in the middle of the center wall. A slender sitting area sat at the bottom, lovely curtains draping the large window. I walked over, peering outside to see the most gorgeous view I could have asked for. A large pond laid behind the house, a large tree sitting at its side. It's thick branches spread over it, casting shadows onto the water. This was… more than what I could have ever asked for. My new beginning. A fresh start, a new home. Happiness just awaiting me.
Hopefully now I could forget about the blue masked man that ruined my life.
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