Prologue
The moon was crested with scratches marred right into its crevasses. It's lights glowing down on the stick people who only seemed to be noticed when the lights were dimmed to a light glow. They spoke in waves and odd flicks of their hands, heads bobbing ever so slightly. Their feet moved lightly on the ground and smiles wavered on their shadowed faces. Not much could be seen though, for these men and women of the dark were not transparent and were glued to the 2D world, much like the paper they would stare blankly at when little vivi brought out a pen, dark ink swallowing the paper whole taking up the once blank page.
The shadows turned and bobbed about, their heads seeming to always be in her way much to the young girls displeasure. They didn't apologize either, just moved slightly out of reach and shook their heads with silent laughter. It always seemed to grate on the girls mind, how her friends would always tease with such cheap shots, but she was mature and learned to overlook their meaningless teasing.
Night was surpassing the child and a small yawn came to her lips, the sound wispy wind slowly winding on small waves in the ocean deep. Vibrant eyes scanned the crevasses of the empty room before words melted from flush pink lip. "I think" she started, the dull pen once in her hand now placed gently by black paper, "it's time I went to sleep." With this statement vivi stood from the cramped corner, twisting and turning she cracked her tired back and let out a sigh. Her friends followed right behind, necks bending dis-patiently as violent giggles left their silent mouths.
Small legs padded on cold tile floor as the little girl crept through the forlorn hallways of the empty house. It was a large house in the girls mind, more like a giant that had swallowed her whole than a quaint cottage house. The monster must have been cold, for she swore she could see that of ice on the creaking wall. The cobwebs that glazed worn tables seeming more like frost, jack himself had blown gently upon than ignored spots of an old house. Some days the monster felt sick and would sway, groans echoing throughout his stomach as his head throbbed with headaches no pill could solve. On those nights the girl would cower under silk blankets, eyes watching out windows and into howling rains and violent lights that flashed for mere seconds.
Sometimes, if the girl felt brave, she'd patter across the cold tile to a once used room where a mother and father would sleep inside. For now she continued to slink through halls, passing empty rooms that smelt of aged wood. In vain she tried to ignore the moaning of the floorboards as her friends ran by in excitement. Their dark bodies just barely chipping ends of cardboard boxes filled to the brim with nick-nacks that the monster would soon lose.
The girl gave the boxes only a second look, trying to hold in a chipper smile, though her friends caught on quite well and teased her with restless pokes and prods. It wasn't the girls fault of course, she was simply excited, for soon she would leave this aged beast and enter one more young and with much more energy. Maybe this new monster will handle colds better than this old man, who seemed to have cracking bones and a body slumping inward.
A clock rung loud, once, twice, three times, warning the girl that she was up far too late, something that had plagued her since she'd become an adolescent. No matter how much she blamed the silver computer that's keyboard glowed with green warmth she knew she was at fault with this idiotic cycle. After all she was a morning person, someone who needed to sleep early for they could never sleep late, yet she always seemed to become lost within the great mirth that was technology. Sometimes if the girls was lucky her friends would remind her that it was far past the moons time to play, though they usually would hold back and wait till her hands shook with exhaustion.
Her bedroom was empty walls, just tan splotches curving around a blown up mattress, cardboard boxes piled up on every side and making the empty room seem full to the naked eye. In truth, it only made the room seem more empty, as the boxes showed the blank emotions that rendered no truth. Vivi had long ago accepted that her walls would never be painted and, the only sign of her charisma being that of the purple paint smudged deep into the corner walls. A present from the last time she'd painted in the room, ever since she's been grounded to an
empty room across the hall for anything artistic.
Another yawn seemed to escape the girls mouth, her dazed eyes scanning the floor, watching for legs ready to trip her, one of the many things her friends would do when bored. Something of which used to hurt her feelings, but now seemed to only make her laugh. The sheets were thin, the last to pack and by far the least comfortable. Scratchy on both ends and only going to her knees, allowing two pale twigs to stick out from under the sheets. The moons light flicking them softly before blowing cool chills against the smooth edges.
Scrunching up in a tired ball the girl murmured the last of pleasantries before allowing sleep to overtake her. Thoughts of new homes and a schools full of books and studies soon engulfed her mind and her breathing started to slow. The room became quiet and still, the only movement being that of the shadows giggling as they spoke of things one should never talk of.
Their words were quick and frivolous, like a chant not meant for human ears, the only word that could be heard was...'hungry.'
To any of my readers from before on my other account- Deathlyiris- the email that account was on locked out on me so I've changed emails! And with it also accounts. I promise better updates...