"The Hall Way"
Chapter 1
A dreadfully loud moan came from a ways down the hall. It was dark. No, not 'dark'... you couldn't describe it, but trying to, made your head throb until your stomach, not being able to comprehend the vast darkness, wrenches in pain. Trying to gain her bearings and trudging on down the dark, dark hall. The wind blew the yellow curtains, they seemed new, but in reality were as old as their owner with no wrinkles or fading spots; it just seemed ageless. Without time, with out boundaries, it would always look perfect.
The hallway seemed longer than any hallway was meant to be. It was too dark, too serial, to perfect. She had been told "practice makes perfect" but what if you don't know what to practice, how could you become perfect? With all of these thoughts going through her head, she glanced at a white plush pillow. Leaning to pick it up, it felt…soft, and she thought how cute and adorable it would look in our room. Then she had a revelation, this was her pillow, it was in her room. However she couldn't remember straight off when or how or from whom this favorite pillow came to be in her possession. Hugging it to her chest she thought of with all her might how it got there, but the memories wouldn't come, and it hurt that she couldn't remember.
The trees swayed gently in the breeze and the sun shown like star's twinkling. The clouds turning a rich gold and red, giving her a moment of contentment and with a sigh she leaned her petite sickly frame back farther into the window seat. A blue bird sang. Smiling; the light reflected off of her thick wavy auburn hair. A Silhouette of what seemed to be a man, 'His' shadow seemed to cover the whole south wall. Flinching away as phantom lips caressed her ear whispering her name "Ella" again the voice spoke "Ella?" his inquiry was again hopelessly and utterly ignored. "Ellenore!" was screamed across the room.
In rapidly moving steps he was in front of her." Answer me Ellenore! Answer me when I talk to you" again no answer "answer me," he snarled cupping her cheek roughly. Slowly and deliberately she looked up at Charlie. No he had not been Charlie for some time. Charles, yes that was it, Charlies. He was just worried I haven't spoken to him for such a long time. I looked in to his eyes, sadness was pouring out. I understood why he was so protective of me even though he showed it in a somewhat gruff way.
Looking into her eyes, and seeing that Ella understood why he was so cross with her. Charles Cursed under his breath, he didn't mean to be so harsh but when he found out about what she was going to do...He couldn't even say it, it hurt too much. He had failed her, His Ella, his baby sister, his "Little Ella Bella"...
A shadow crossed over the wall a un-descriptive face with menacingly canine teeth, sharp like fangs smirked; the entity jolted back into the dark, dark hallway. Cautiously watching the shadow, "Almost", she said to herself, "almost there", just one more step and a body could see the doorway. Every step she took hurt, it felt like her soul was being ripped out of her body.