Life At Home.. My Life..
I'm at home, walking around after dinner, thinking of how bored I am. 'We're supposed to go to Hawaii in two days,' I think to my self as I walk through the large halls with tall beige walls staring down my every movement. My family is a rich family, but we were not always rolling in it, we once had a moment of bank depression when the bills climbed high, after we had moved to Japan. We soon had to come home to the boring scenery of Utah, and that's when my life changed. My grandmother died when I turned 7, right on my birthday. Because of this my parents thought me to be cursed and I didn't have any birthday parties anymore.
Today is my 14th birthday, 7 years to the day my grandmother died, and I'm walking around aimlessly, playing the game that my cousin and I had played before she died. We would touch each chair twice, say. "1, 2, blue shoe!", and then start to run around, with our long hair tripping each other as we fell down in laughter.
I would touch the stone cold, unused, leather upholstery that left a red mark on my sheet-white skin, as I brushed roughly upon it, whispering. "1, 2, blue shoe..." I reached the next chair in the overly-decorated hallway, whispering the dreadful tune we sang a week before she was killed by her favorite thing, a clown. "3, 4, behind the door."
As I reached the next chair down the unwinding hallway, I recalled the line that she, Mary, whispered before the clown slit her throat, leaving me to fight when I was merely 8, but having mastered many types of martial arts and my favorite, silent killing. I recalled her whispering, "5, 6, kill it quick." After which I obeyed her last words, silently, as red velvet blood pooled down the purple rug, from both unmoving-bodies.
I was walking in the hall when I spotted an open door, peeked inside the dark dim-lit room and leaning against the heavy, beaten up, wooden door, saw a flash of orange. I started to ponder if my father had sent another killer to me but my train of thoughts was interrupted as I heard my mother call for me, probably trying to put me back in my room for the rest of the day, because of the date.
Something was tugging at my senses, telling my that I should hide before I was shoved in the small purple closet that my mother called a 'room fit for you'. I opened the door with a slight creak and made my way to the chair sitting alone in the room, I noticed the room was painted a light blue that refracted off my skin and long blue hair, making me seemingly invisible. I sat in the chair and realized that my eyes would stand out, seeing how they were an unusual red orange.
I closed my eyes but kept alert with my ears. I heard my name called again, "Shikari!" The footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the door and I prayed with all my life that she would not find me. I opened my eyes to see darkness, rubbing my eyes impatiently, 'Where am I?' I pondered for a moment. 'Did mother put me in my room?' I asked myself, but no. she had not, for I felt no wall around me, not like the closet I called home. I soon felt drowsy, despite the slight panic I felt but did not choose to show. I blacked out and felt as if I would forever sleep in that black, black world.