Love on the battlefield

Chapter 2- someone save me

I open my eyes to the plain wooden ceiling. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and slowly raise myself off of my new bed that after one night I realised that I loved it more than I have ever loved another bed.

The second my bare feet made contact with the wooden floor it sent shivers through-out my body. My hands instantly wrap themselves around myself and began rubbing soothing circles as I made my way to the only window that my room had.

The sight before me was calming and beautiful; the trees lush, earth moist from the recent down-pour of rain, light gentle breeze carrying two or three leaves, small rays of sunshine peeking over the mountains, squirrels running around the bark of trees. At this moment I couldn't have been at more peace. I gave a sigh and set off to get ready to find a job… 'Yippy! ...note my sarcasm.'

I grabbed a black jeans, loose grey t-shirt and under-wear, then made my way to the only bathroom in the household in which everyone meaning=myself, my 7 adopted sisters, one guy and an old lady shared. 'Lord please help me'

I don't know how I'm going to make it through this year, firstly my siblings and I lost our only mother, secondly us being supernatural beings makes everything ten times worse, thirdly we moved to god knows where in Washington to live with an old lady that apparently knew our mom, fourthly the house is small…well small for ten people to all live in comfortably, fifthly I have to get a job…let's say that I didn't exactly pay attention in school, sixthly I'm soon to be 18 yrs. Old meaning the old lady isn't gonna take care of me for ever ….How could she even now when she can barely move herself.

I had finished my bath quickly and was dressed before anyone was even awake. I was now sitting in the small old time kitchen drinking my coffee while looking out the window by the sink. I was done with my drink and washed the cup. I was making my way back to my room…more like attic. I pulled on the string and a ladder came down in front on me.

Now that I was back in my room, I pulled up the ladder and closed the entrance with a soft 'click'.

My room is, let's say big; the entrance was to the centre left of the room, to the left of the attic entrance was the wall in which my only window was centred on giving me a view of the front yard, my bed was to the left of the entrance as well as my table and bookshelf. In the centre of my room was a large red violet rug that I found here and never moved it. To the right of my room entrance were two wardrobes; one large one that I filled with all my clothing in use and a small one that I wasn't using at the present time. My chest of draws and full body mirror was also to the right of my room's entrance. I had two large chests, literally 'chests' that had lovely patterns of plants, leaves, stars and such carved on them, they held the most important things to me.

My room had come with a lamp and a one person couch. The room was basically dark, the way I like it, with dull, dark colours.

I walked to my mirror that reflected me, my waist length glossy, wavy/partly curly hair in a pony-tail with a few strands in my smooth clear face, dark brown eyes that held no emotion, lips starting to get dried, long curvy legs failed to be hidden by the back jeans that hugged my thighs, flat stomach but only I would know that and a chest some girls would beg for but again only I would know it because I most definitely wasn't showing it in my t-shirt. Here I stood 5 feet and 6 inches tall, beautifully, gorgeous, wonderful girl that seemed to have a perfect life but others must look closely to see that she is not exactly what she seems and is begging to be saved from her-self.