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Chapter 1
It was a typical summer day, a lonely figure was seen walking down the suburban towns lane her pace brisk and gaze focused on the pavement down below like she had somewhere to get to. "Yo! Aline!" The girl heard someone call from behind, "walking home, alone again?" She didn't answer, just quickened her pace, her hands clenched tight into fists, for she knew whom that voice belonged to. She'd recognise it anywhere. Samuel, her brother. Half-brother, Aline corrected herself. And she also knew answering back would only mean one thing: more trouble.
Before long, she felt his footsteps grow closer. She broke into a run, hearing maniacal laughter drifting from behind as she neared a dead end.
'Why do you always run from me, little sister?" he said his voice deadly calm. "Its not like I would harm you well, at least not if you simply give me what I want." he smirked.
Aline turned around, her mind made up, she was tired, tired of running away, tired of being afraid, tired of being weak, so she turned around, yanking her arm away from his. "Don't." she began hoping to God her voice betrayed not the fear of finally standing up to him, "you dare, touch me."
He replied in a mocking voice, "Or what will you do? Hit me maybe?" She didnt answer, instead to his surprise and even hers, her fist connected to his face, as she felt something crack beneath her knuckles.
He stumbled back surprised, blood trickling from his nose just in time for the pain to shoot up her own arm, but she had no time to focus on that. Aline dodged, pushing him, as he made a grab, not slowing down until she reached home. She bolted into her room, locking the door behind her.
Their mother wasn't home, or was she? Aline could not care less, but the crash that came from somewhere downstairs only meant it won't be long before Sam found her. "Shit!" she thought as tears rolled from her eyes. As much as she hated crying, she couldn't help them this time as a single teardrop ran down the length her cheek. I'm fucked, was the only coherent thought in her head.
No one would believe her, not even her own mother. When she'd tried to tell her, it was Sam who'd hurt her and not the other way around, her mother would just shoo her away and go after her precious son. Because well.you see, Sam was the kind of boy who lit butterfly wings on fire, just to see them burn as they flew away. Of course, no one would believe her, Sam would never do such a monstrous thing. Sam who'd never hurt an ant. Sam, the beautiful angel boy.
No wonder they confused innocence with beauty. A mistake she swore she never would make, well at least if she lived long enough for that. She heard fists pounding on her door, threatening to break it down. Aline scurried back to the corner of her room. She had nowhere to hide. He'd find her. He'd find her, and he'd kill her. She knew it.
From the other side of the door, she heard a swear. "Fuck Aline! I know you're in there. Open the door, or I'll knock it down. And trust me sister, you dont want that to happen. You really don't"
She could almost see him grinning, that maniacal grin that somehow managed to look beautiful and deadly at the same time.
She knew there was no use hiding.
He knew she was in there.
The door shuddered before it gave way with a deafening noise to the heavy battering, she wondered it hadn't broken already.
He walked in like a raging monster, eyes lost of all innocence, instead in its place burned pure hatred. She winced as she saw the brown stain of dried blood, tainting his nose. What she'd inflicted.
Aline quivered in her corner like a cornered animal, her legs trembling. She closed her eyes, just as a cheshire grin spread up his face, the last thing she saw, etched to the back of her eyelids, yet another image to haunt her nightmares, before a sharp pain coursed through the side of her head, slowly spreading throughout her head, like a monster stretching his claws.
Her legs gave in and black spots danced in her vision, she fell down bracing herself for the impact of the cool floor, but it never came. Instead she felt her head hit something soft and the smell of autumn hit her.
Aline only had the had the time to think, What have I done? before the overwhelming weight of darkness pulled her within its embrace, and she sank gratefully, not knowing when- or for that matter whether, she would wake up again. But that was perfectly alright with her.
A/N : Welcome to A Place in this World, I hope you have a good time reading this as much as I did putting my thoughts into words. Please don't hesitate to let me know what you think good or bad, criticism is what helps one improve so I am completely open to any.
