This is a 'book', a book in chapters that will be uploaded slowly so as to allow for some 'suspense' to build. This is a book about a little girl whose life was turned upside down by hatred, by evil, by sadness. This is a book about what it takes to persevere over Evil, over torture, over madness and still "Become" a decent person at the end.
I hope you come along for the ride with me! IF I do this right, you will need some tissues...
"Becoming" takes work, it takes effort, it takes aches and pains."Becoming" who you are destined to be, especially when the Universe has been conspiring against you from Day One, is the most important task one can ever engage in.
This is the story of a little girl whose life has been very difficult.A little girl that has fought against Evil incarnate, swam against raging waters, battled inner and outer demons and is still trying to find her way through life without losing what is left of her sanity.
This is a story about "Becoming" and not losing one's self in the process.
Chapter I
She sat on the chair by the window, watching her parents talk to her aunt and uncle down in the driveway. Her parents were always traveling, so their leaving was not something she was concerned with, it was their leaving and them leaving her with her Uncle that worried her.
Every time she set foot in this house her skin crawled. The house has such a darkness about her that even during Summer, in the middle of the morning, one could not help but shiver and hug one's self in a measure of comfort because the walls themselves were cold to the touch, and the air seemed heavy and tired.
There were footsteps beside her, light as a feather. She turned and smiled, greeting her cousin Deliah. Deliah was 5 years older than she was, but she was tiny. There was a frailty to her that she could not really figure out, but that still made her heart ache. Deliah always seemed so sad, so scared to move, to speak, to do anything really. She could not even really recall any time she had heard her cousin laugh out loud at anything.
Her cousin nodded in way of greeting and then looked out the window to see what it was she was looking at, as she did, she held her little doll tighter to her body, so tight, the knuckles in her hand went stark white. Saying nothing at all, this gesture screamed loudly to anyone who would listen, but unfortunately, no one was listening…not yet.
She heard her aunt call her name from downstairs, so she jumped off the chair and started downstairs, not bothering to even ask Deliah if she was coming, for she knew she would not. She bounded downstairs, taking 2 stairs at a time like only a 6-year-old child could really muster the energy to do, and came to a screeching halt at the bottom of the stairs, facing both her aunt and uncle.
As she looked up at her aunt, she noticed some odd spots on her face, purple and green, even yellow hues marked several areas of her face, neck and arms; and her aunt's eyes, much like her daughter Deliah's , were sunken in a private reverie that threatened to suck you into their darkness if you stared at them too long.
Having been staring at her aunt, she did not hear her uncle as he spoke at first, not until his hand come in harsh contact with the back of her head did she realize she had missed what he had said. She rubbed the back of her head as she looked up at him and apologized. Her uncle did not seem to care for the apology, he simply continued to speak. He informed her that her parents were going to be away from 3 months, all Summer, and that she was to stay with them for the duration. He then looked at his wife who seemed to literally shrink into the wall behind her as he did, and told her to do as he had instructed, he then walked away.
Confused she waited for her aunt to speak, trying to control a sudden urge to run, to run fast, to run far. Her aunt then informed her that she would not be staying in the room she had been in before when her mother had dropped her off upstairs. She was ordered to follow her aunt out around the back of the house and down into the cellar. As they entered the cold, dark cellar, she saw a pile of blanket on the floor, a bucket, and her suitcase.
She stood there silently as her aunt told her this was to be her room for the duration of her stay. That her uncle did not want to hear another child making noise in the house as he worked. She then told her she was always to stay inside the cellar unless either she, her uncle or her uncle's son "Junior" came to get her; she then backed out of the cellar, closed the door, locked it and left.
With tears flowing freely downs her cheeks, she ran to the door, screaming at her aunt to come back, to no avail. After what seemed like hours, she finally gave up pounding on the door, pleading, and looked around the tiny room. The room was small, a single light bulb hung from the rafters. The walls were covered in mold, the cement floor was cold and damp too. Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement and realized it was a rat, a very large rat, that was scurrying around the perimeter of the room; probably as terrified at her as she was of the rat, but that did not offer any comfort to her.
As she looked around a bit more she saw some shelves in a corner, covered with dirt and littered with empty glass bottles and other junk; there were some dusty old books which she was happy about, she loved reading and it would at least give her something to read, and she also realized something in horror; no where within her 'cell', was there a bathroom; suddenly, the bucket made sense and she started crying inconsolably again, as she sat in a corner, making herself as small as possible in her new "home".
To be continued….