Ok this is just an experiment. Read it and give me your thoughts, if you like, I'll post another chapter. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I make in describing characters and/or setting. But please R&R, it would be great.
Coming Home.
Kat looked out the window jetlag finally settling in, why in hell did her parents have this sudden urge to move into the middle of nowhere? Kat was furious but her fatigue was getting the best of her, her logical side kicked in just in time though as it always did. Technically, it wasn't the middle of nowhere; no, it was... it was in the isolated moor country of England!
She leaned her forehead against the window and listened to her parents' as they talked on and on about how she was going to love it, and how she would just love the house and its gothic structure and this and that.
Just as she was ready to implode the car stopped, "We're here darling!" her mother's annoying ecstatic voice bellowed out stating the obvious.
Ha, let's see how 'here' we are when I decide to pretend to be asleep. That was a dumb idea and Kat knew how dumb the idea was because she flinched inwardly at her own stupidity. She needed a stretch anyway, she felt restless due to the long drive form the airport.
So reluctantly, Kat got out of the car and was immediately hit with the gust of cold air as she looked at the house she was being forced to live in for God knows how long.
It was huge, but struck her the most about it was how dark and gloomy it was, like a setting straight out of a gothic novel. It looked to be more of a fortress, then anything; the narrow windows were deeply set into the sturdy looking walls. The corners had huge jutting stones to defend them from the harsh weather the house would have to withstand in such a place. It was apparent in the way the plants, thorns mostly were growing slantwise due to the wind that had blasted her as soon as she had gotten out of the car. The place was a bit scary, no that was the understatement of the year. The place was downright freaky.
She was met by a bunch of grotesque carvings, (that looked to have seen better days) walking towards the front door. They were almost completely worn out but still visible. Looking up she noticed writing over the door, although it was almost completely wasted away Kat could just make out the letters and numbers, there was also a year, 1500, (wow this house was old) and the letters were a little worse off then the year but she could just make them out, H-a-r-e-t-o-n E-a-r-n-s-h-a-w.
Hareton Earnshaw, a name of some sort.
Hmmm, walking back over to her parents' car she sighed as she grabbed her night bag. How long would they be staying here? Kat's bright amber eyes roamed over her surroundings; well she would definitely have the right atmosphere for writing around here.
"Well? Honey what do you think?" Mrs. Ericsson was speaking with such enthusiasm Kat's sarcasm had no choice but to kick in as always, it was in her nature she had no control over the nasty things she said when the opportunity arose. "Well mother it's not exactly Buckingham Palace is it?" Kat smoothed down her unruly dark hair, which came down, just passed her shoulders, "I mean. It is the epitome of elegance." Rolling her eyes, she looked back at the gothic structure that had lured her parents away from home. Home, Long Beach California. Not exactly anyone's ideal place, but perfect for Kat. Where she had her small handful of faithful friends and where she had grown up.
"Honestly, I just don't know when all this negativity began. You used to be so… I don't know happy! Carefree!" Her mother's bright amber eyes so like hers were full of unshed tears, her blonde head bobbing up and down from anger, excitement and… hurt. Yet although she did feel, a jab of guilt for upsetting her mother Kat couldn't help but stop the flow of words that came out of her mouth as they stood there beside the car the wind blowing in their faces.
"Gee mom I wonder why. I am millions of miles away from friends and family, people I know. Moving to God knows where"
"To England!" was the exasperated reply from an exasperated Marina Ericsson.
"Whatever!"
"I just don't see why you can't be happy, why-" How foolishly selfish of her to say this, I didn't even want to move here in the first place.
"Why I can't be happy?" I interrupted disbelievingly.
"Yes this is a lovely place-" Why? Oh, why did the law have to state that I couldn't live on my own until I was the legal age of eighteen? Being 16 sucked.
"This is bullshit!" This was a bit of mistake, because now mother's eyes were filling with tears, but that wasn't going to stop me from my rant. Not in the slightest. "You didn't even ask me if I wanted to come! This is so unfair it makes me want to hurl! And you know what I'm going to do about it?"
"What" was the pathetic teary reply I received.
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'm just going to piss and moan, and carry on as if it's the end of the world, because I can't run away from home. Where can I get enough money to fly back to the states? Moreover, if I do get enough money and I'm happily flying out of this place, what will I do when I get there? Where will I live? I'll need food, shelter and a job. In no time, I'd be a bum, on the street digging around in dumpsters! Sleeping on park benches!" Breathing deeply, slightly breathless from her speech she found that she had gotten most of what was bothering her off her chest. Although she knew she would still be mad tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that, it felt good to rant and rave like a maniac. Nothing like a heated speech to calm your nerves.
Kat was taking her pent up frustration out on her mother, whose emotions were already raw without Kat's aid. The only reason they had moved so far from home was because Marina had become obsessed with death after some clairvoyant, Ha! Clairvoyant my butt, psychic. More like con artists! Had told her mother that she was not supposed to have survived the accident she had been in. Therefore, she was now living on borrowed time. It was ridiculous and her mother should have seen right through it. However her mother took the 'psychic advice', more like psycho advice, and shipped the whole family of three (Kat, Dad, and Mom.) to a different country.
Most people when living their life to the full go sky diving or hiking in the Amazon rainforest, exciting dare devil stuff. No, Mother decides to move to a run down building amidst a lot of nothing! Grass, grass and more Grass!!!!!
"Now Katrina your mother is very fragile at the moment, lighten up honey this is a great new opportunity for you to make new friends and start a new life." Bryan Ericsson who heard nothing of the argument after "Whatever!" had come back from behind the house with the utmost stupid advice. Kat felt like saying 'Gee diddly Dad. Great advice, sign me up for the diddly singing around the diddly campfire session too'
Snapping out of her campfire session, she apologized half-heartedly to her mother and followed her father to the entrance of the house once again. She watched him open the door with a sense of, what? She didn't know how to explain it, anticipation? But she hated the place. He opened the door and walked in, Kat followed close by.
"Interesting, how old is this place? 1500s?" giving a low whistle she looked around, taking like three steps she found her self in what looked to be the living room, there was a big fireplace set into the wall. The place was literally covered in dust, but there was no mould. The place only smelled damp but it looked like the real-estate agents must have really wanted this place sold because they kept it fairly managed despite the dust. Walking towards the fireplace, she ceased to hear the mumbling her parents were doing a second ago.
She heard a little girls giggling, and a little boy's laugh. She could feel the heat emanating from the fireplace, the heat scorching her face as she drew even closer to the hearth. As if she knew what it was, she reached out and using her sleeve wiped a round circle around her face revealing the surface over the fireplace to be a mirror. Yet as she looked at her image it seemed to change before her very eyes, it rippled as if it were liquid. Squeezing her eyes shut she looked but the image she saw was not her own. The eyes that looked back at her were not amber as usual; they were the eyes of a stranger. A dark colour that was as different from her own, as frost is from fire. they seemed to burn into her with solemn sorrow, her cheekbones were more defined her lips were full and pouty. This was not her, this was not Kat! However, instead of freaking out Kat looked deeper into the mirror studying the girl's appearance. Kat reached up to touch her hair and at the exact same time, the girl in the mirror mimicked her actions. However, the girl's hair was longer than Kat's own, it went below her elbows.
Still studying the face in the mirror Kat became astutely aware of the weight in her stomach. Of the sorrow and misery in her heart. What was this? These weren't her feelings!
Trying and failing to push the emotions away, she looked defiantly back into the mirror not realising she had looked away in the first place.
A strong sense of grief washed over her and she was overcome by it, tears streamed down her face as she cried at the loss. Of what? No, who? Rather than hear it she felt the name as it fluttered from somewhere deep inside of her, "Heath-" but before she could finish her thought her knees buckled and she could feel her body caving in. Just before completely losing consciousness the realisation of what she was, feeling as she walked into the house dawned upon her. It wasn't anticipation, no, the feeling she had felt as she walked through the front door was a sense of belonging. A sense of finally coming home after an extremely long journey.