Amber in Horrorland
Chapter one
"FIRE! FIRE!" everyone shouted. We were poor and we couldn't afford to lose our house, or our lives, especially because this would mean cost for a new home, or a funeral.
"Amber! Amber, where are you?" my mother shouted, she didn't see me as I was under a bed of smoke, while my clothes were all dirty and stained, and seemed like camouflage due to the dirt's excessive amount.
"Mother!" I shouted back, coughing, "Mother!" If you were guessing, why mother wasn't calling for father, it was because he was in the war.
Siblings? They died in my mother's womb, either because of having not enough vitamins to support life, or not having enough blood circulation. This is why I earned the name Lucky Amber Millington.
It was then mother saw me, ran to me and hugged me tightly, as if I was a five-year old child, even if I was already nineteen.
We then started to look for a house, even if it was temporary. She asked all of her friends, well, at least only the ones near us, and to our luck, her rich friend let us in, permanently.
In his mansion, the floor was marble, the walls white, and the carpet red.
One painting caught my eye, it consisted a young boy with a very large smile, sitting on a branch of a tree, twins with red hair, in braided pigtails, a dark-skinned boy who reminded me of a clumsy friend I had, a wise-looking girl with black hair and was holding ashes in her hand, a caramel-haired woman looking at the boy on the branch, her hands stained with a little color, and a teenager with a top hat, tuxedo, cane and blonde hair.
A very big thing in the painting was different. The color of the people seemed to fade because of this-the landscape. It was a land of ruins, all grey, with a white kingdom crumbled having a woman who looked like my mother, although she looked younger and purer, next to a faded-red kingdom with heads around it and a guillotine, with a queen, a king and a servant all in red.
The sky was grey and the moon covered by branches of black, with a girl on a red dragon, whose flame was black and blood red.
Wait, the king looks familiar, he looks like—mother's friend. I sensed he would do something to us. I sensed he would harm us. I didn't want this. I don't want this. I have to tell mother.
I touched my mother's face in the painting, what was she doing there?
And before I knew it, I was sucked in the painting, not knowing what to do.