Wonderful colours arose from a blue flame, electricity flowed around the room, touching every area, light or dark, making it known. Familiar language reached out towards me, I could see each word winding its way through the air. An overdoes of emotions clouded over me, feelings of joy and happiness, I was drunk with them. How things can change. A black cloud started to arise, and cast away the happiness, the familiar language hid from it, the beautiful colours were blackened. The emotions scattered, and in their place, feelings of hatred, of pain and suffering. The dramatic change in atmosphere caused mayhem, I could no longer stand it. My energy disappeared, I could see it being taken, it flowed from me like water in a river, gushing away to freedom. Previously gentle eyes, turned to terrified, I could see the soul behind them, shaking with fear. The light I had always seen in them, gone. I witnessed evil at its most finest, and I knew history tends to repeat.
The sun shone through the sides of my curtains, glared into my eyes and told me that the morning had come. I must have had only five hours sleep, but lucky for me I didn't need much.
I got up quickly, daytime was the only time that I got to myself so I made the most of it. Apart from making the lunch, and dinner , doing the washing and tidying up from the party last night, I had the rest of the time to do as a pleased. I hopped into the shower, then grabbed my pills for the day.
All the chores took me till lunch time, I had five minutes left to myself. I quickly laid the table then hurried to my bedroom, waiting.
I soon heard people come in, they didn't make it hard for me to hear them. I started cleaning up my room, not that I had much, my bedroom contained, a bed, a wardrobe and shelves. None of the contents of the wardrobe or the shelves belonged to me, I don't think I owned anything in this house, not that it bothered me much, I had pretty much gotten used to everyday life being like this. As quickly as they came, I heard them leave again, then, once I was sure they had gone, I returned to the main room to tidy their mess, ready for their return that night. This was turning out to be a normal day, I don't even think that this day was any different to any other previous days I had ever had, well, not since my mom died.
As I was pondering this thought, a heard voices in the corridor outside, see we lived in a flat, a very big flat, it had 4 bedrooms, but still, the walls were thin, so I could hear most of what they were saying,
'This girl, Rachel, she's 14 years of age, but there is no records of her being alive. Neighbours have complained of loud noises, consisting of screaming, shouting, and what can be described as physical abuse. This is one of the many calls I have made to the house, and I have come to know this family quite well, there are 6 boys, all older than Alicia, and her mom passed away from an overdoes when Alicia was only 3 years of age.' the first man said, I didn't listen to the rest of the conversation, instead I hide under the bed in my room, as I had been told to do in case the police or member of the public had knocked on the door. I heard them trying to get somebody's attention, but I knew I had to be silent. They waited for about 15 minutes, then decided that they should come back later, which is exactly what they did.
My father and brothers had come home, and I was just finishing the dishes from the meal I cooked them, when they returned. I opened the door, and I saw two very different men standing there. The first was very old, I recognised him from my mothers funeral, and from the number of times he had called previously. The second man was a lot younger, in his early twenties. His hair hung over his face, just about covering one eye. He was quite tall, for me anyway, it appears they were studying me as well, because nothing was said for a while.
'Who the hell is that?' my father asked,
'Mr Sanders, we would like to ask your daughter a few questions, may we take her outside for a few minutes?' the younger officer asked,
'No you may not freakin take my daughter out of this freakin house!' he yelled, I stepped out the way as he stormed towards the door. He slammed it, the shock still on the faces of the police, he spun around, 'Get to your bluddie room!' he yelled, chasing me away from the door, I did as he said and returned to my room once again, thinking about the punishment I was about to face for what I had done.
The next morning was pretty much the same as any morning. I awoke early, prepared breakfast, then, returned to my room, waiting for peace.
The thoughts from last nights punishment still flew through my head, I knew, deep down, that something in my life had to change, I just didn't realise how soon that would be.
After they all left, my work on the house began. I started in the main room, as it was the largest, cleaning up after breakfast. As I am not normally interrupted, hearing voices at the door again startled me, and caused me to drop the plates, making a crash on the kitchen floor. They knew that somebody was in the house, I couldn't hide under the bed, I had to face them.
Shaking wildly, I slowly walked towards the door, as an impatient police officer stood the other side, banging continuously. I slowly opened the door, careful to hide recent bruises under clothes.
'Hey ma'am, we have a warrant for this address, so if you would step outside, we will be outta your way in no time.' the police officer told me, pushing the door slightly. I didn't recognise him, he was a newbie to this address. I did, however, recognise the two police men from yesterday, hanging around in the background.
I shook my head slowly, still in slight shock from what he had just said, not that he noticed this. Luckily for me, the policemen who I recognised stepped forward, having dealt with my family before, he knew how to handle the only female on the house.
'Hey darlin, I know your dad has told you some things, and we would like you to tell us the things he has told you, and what its like living with him, your dad wont mind if we just talk, we don't even have to enter your house, we can talk out here, if that makes it easier.' he told me, with the other officer still pushing the door slightly. I knew that while they were here, my dad couldn't do anything, but when they left, I knew what would happen. I, however, always break rules, it was in my blood to misbehave, so of course I let them in, well, I let the nice officers in anyway, the newbie was told to watch for my dad.
I showed them in, offered them drinks, of which they refused, instead they sat me down, and asked me what I was scared of.
'Becoming my mom' I told them, knowing they had no idea what I meant. The officer looked confused, then he slowly started to see what I meant, he saw the bruises on my skin, he knew what was happening in this house.
