Chapter One:
I've been in Colorado for about six months now and still can remember the first day I climbed out of my mum's car and into the large wood-side house. My name is Evangeline Swallows but ever since I was six I have never answered to anything but Eve. My mums house has always been a bit run down and since my parents split up it has slowly seemed to waste away. I chose to live with my dad in phoenix but since the car accident I've had nowhere else to go. All I can remember was the car spinning and whooshing out of control and waking up and the doctors telling me my dad was dead. Ill never forget what that felt like. I had a huge lump in my throat and it took me three days to shed a single tear. the doctors said it was shock. It was horror. Pure horror and pain that make me want to scream and now I had to come here. To a new house, A new school and a new life. It felt so much like I was being forced to forget everything, even myself.
I climbed out of the car and pulled my suitcase out onto the ground and it landed on the gravel with a thud. Mum hurried towards me and tried to take my case but I pushed her off. As I walked along the path and up to the house I remembered how when I was a child how I always thought that when you stood back the house almost seemed to have a face, the windows as eyes and the door as a mouth, the face always used to scare me. Somehow the face never smiled but always looked angry.
"Eve, sweetie, come on. Are you sure you don't want me to carry your bags?" mum called to me from the door as she unlocked it and stepped one foot outside.
"No mum, I've got it, is my room the same one?" I asked. Mum nodded and then went inside and left the door slightly open for me.
"Everything is going to change here, isn't it?" I whispered to myself. "Either that or I'll get snowed under."
I ambled along the path and up to the house and through the large door. My mouth dropped open, never had I seen the house in such disarray. The once beautiful grandfather clock was ugly and falling apart and it was no longer working, the time was still at 3am. The stairs were caped with mud and the carpet that covered it was no longer near the shade of sky blue it once had been but a murky grey. The cupboards and tables that stood by the lime green walls in the hall and had papers and folders spilling out of the draws and onto the floors.
I didn't stay too long in the hall. I instead hurried up the stairs and into my room, but it wasn't my room. The room that had belonged to me when I was four was now covered in cages. Big ones, small ones and a whole manner of what appeared to be animal traps.
"What are you doing?"
I jumped and spun around to see my mum standing awkwardly in the door-frame. She suddenly grabbed my arm with force that I never knew she had, and shoved me right out of the room.
"Sorry" she muttered, turning and locking the door closed. "Your room is downstairs now, I forgot."
"MUM WHAT ARE THEY? WHAT ARE THEY FOR?" I yelled horrified.
"To stop..." mum caught herself just in time. "One day you will know. know what your father did." with that she turned and hurried towards the stairs and disappeared from view.