Hello :D Chlo here,
I was gonna wait untill I finished the whole story before posting this but I got to about the third chapter and thought, eh what the hell, why not post it already? So I did :D
Enjoy :)
Chlo x
Prologue
I was asleep when they came, I didn't know who, or what they were, or why they had come. I found out later that they had come for her.
She dragged me up, out of bed in the middle of the night and I, even at the age of 10, could see something was wrong. She was upset, I knew that from the tears running down her cheeks and the desperate way she hugged me, clinging on to my tiny frame as though she never wanted to let go, as though she knew it would be the last.
Looking back now I realise she probably realised they were after her, and gave herself up to protect me. I miss her, every day I miss her but there's nothing I can do about that now.
She gave me a box, a small wooden box tied with a black ribbon, and clasped firmly shut. She told me to look after it, to guard it with my life. I could store things in it, precious memories that I wanted no-one to see, but when the time came I had to give it to the one who travelled all of space and time She told me he wouldn't be of this world. I would have to give it to the healer and destroyer of worlds. I would have to give it to him; he would know what to do. But whatever I did, I mustn't let anybody else open it, not anyone. I had to trust him completely when the time came.
She told me to wait in the house, to hide there until the sun came up. I had to wait, I couldn't leave before then. She told me my dad would be there to collect me in the morning, like usual for school. Except this time would be different, I would never come back here again so she told me to go and pack a bag to take to my dad's house. I did as I was told, no questions asked.
I was sad that I had to go; I loved that big old house with the creaking floorboards, the carpet that didn't always quite reach the walls, the mismatched furniture, and the badly decorated rooms. But however ugly the place may have been, I loved it there, just me and my mum. My wonderful, beautiful, talented mum. I wanted to be just like her as a child, she was my idol. I went and packed a little bag anyway, because I would do anything for my mum. She was my best friend and I could never imagine life without her.
I made my way down the stairs when I had finished packing, and I looked everywhere for my mum. I couldn't find her. I was in hysterics by the time my dad unlocked the front door. He couldn't calm me down for hours, and even then after I was never the same. I was nothing without her.
I couldn't get used to her not being there. I would wake in the night screaming for her, I would think I heard her voice and whirl round, overjoyed, but it was never her.
Over time resentment grew and I found myself hating her for leaving me behind, but deep down I knew that wasn't fair, I loved her too much to properly hate her. All the while through this, I kept the box. Like she said, I guarded it with my life. I kept it safe and never let anyone else near it. I collected memories, safely stored in the box. They were things like photographs, charms, trinkets, everything. Each held something special, a happy memory that I never wanted to forget.
I never was truly happy though. The loss of my mum had left a huge hole in my heart that could never be repaired. I never really accepted the fact that I was never going to see her again.
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