Chapter 6 : Peter
My head was spinning and wet with sweat and blood , I slowly opened my eyes already knowing I was going to be met with the pitch black darkness. I looked around the room willing my eyes to adjust to the dark, though it took a few minutes they eventually did adjust . I was in my supply closet again but this time the door was shut and the lights were out , so I started on my quest for feeling around for the flashlight that I hid just in case this event were to happen again . Feeling my hand hit my target, I picked it up and flicked it on putting my world back into the light. I had prepared for this well.. Looking around I found the latch to a small door, opening it I found my way into the air vent. After crawling for a good five minutes I saw another latch leading to my exit opening it I crawled out and into the living room. I stood up and closed the air vent latch, more glad to be out of the closet yet again. Walking around the house at night was something that I have gotten used to and collecting all of my materials and my cart silently was as easy as cleaning a mirror , making my way back to the closet I saw my key still in it's lock on the door, grabbing it and placing it in this weird dress pocket. ( yes i'm still in a dress and I have about a pound of makeup on my face that is by this time probably smeared) After putting everything away I made my way to the Kitchen to clean off my face and grab some of the cheese from the mouse traps that were set in the pantry . Finally seeing that all that makeup was off I headed back for the attic my head still pounding with each step I made. Once I was up and safely locked in the attic I started looking through the cloths that I found the previous night I decided on a light baby blue dress made of silk though it was dusty it was still comfy. I walked across the room and sat in my blanket nest utterly defeated this place will be the death of me. I wonder if this is how it was for Bellarose, pushed to the point where there is no point in living. Just then a cold wind brushed past me through the window… The Window ! Without much thought I grabbed the cloak on the manikin and put it on and crawled through the open window . On the ledge I looked down to see the beautiful lit up city of London just below me . Silent tears started to run down my face I just want to be with my family again .. I just want all the pain to end.. Taking a step closer to the edge . No one would miss me. It's not like my death would affect anyone it's not like someone would wait by this window for me to come back so why can't I just go. My mind was set as I took my last step forward and fell back , the wind was whistling in my ears like a song being played by angels and the lights from the city were flashing past my eyes I accept my fate I closed my eyes ready for the flash of pain and agony and then the fast death that is what I imagined and that is what I was expecting. I never thought death could be so …… warm. Though the rush of wind passing past my ears never stopped it seemed as though rush of warmth
through my boney body never stopped spreading all the way to the tips of my toes to the top of my ears . Curiosity took hold of me as I decided on taking a peek at what was so warm am I still falling or have I already hit the ground and the warmth is just my blood surrounding me.
I opened my eyes to only see another pair looking straight into mine , they were beautiful and mysterious, a dark green with a lighter green all along the rims. My eyes were adjusting quickly and processing just what exactly I was looking at, an Angel oh God no these things these eyes did not match those of an Angel because these eyes they hold a playfulness that only a child can possess, yet they hold a sense of pride of that of a man. My eyes wavered to look at the rest of the face of the owner of the beautiful eyes and what I saw was captivating HE was perfect his chiseled chin and beautifully crafted nose, through his hair his ears poked out they were slightly pointed . His Hair was messy but it looked good like that . And like an idiot I am I immediately said something, " were you the shadow at my window?"