Twas the middle of the night when she awoke.
"Shiro?" Looking to her left, she saw her painfully exhausted servant. "How did I.. Get he- Oh.. he must've carried me while I fell asleep by the tree.." Noah reminded herself what it looked like as she doubled over in pain, hand on her stomach. It was yearning for something. As if something were waiting for her there.
"I'm sorry.." she leapt off the window sill again, looking back at Shiro, hoping to find the place she ran off to yet again. She ran the path she thought she had at first, though now it was night and it was pitch black. She held her hand infront of her. Barely visible. Rustle. A bush shook.
"I think.. i'm lost.." No where in her mind did she recollect an image of a bush. Rustle. She heard it again. Becoming more and more frightened with each step, she started to run. A second later, she heard what she thought was a string, releasing. Having fallen to the ground no idea why, she started to black out.
All she could remember was her echoing silence.
"Am I dead..?" She heard herself. "Where am I?" again.
A shadowed figure behind her wrapped her arms around her. "Don't worry dear. Mama will protect you.." At first the figures words, sweet, innocent, but by the end they sounded a bit.. distorted.
"Ma..ma?" she heard herself once again.
"Protect you," the figures words replayed in her mind, like a broken record. Though she hear in her head a mumble. "Uoy truh." What did that mean? she replayed it over and over, spelling out the words. Looking at it backwards, it said something she thought was weird. The words spelled out.. "hurt you."
"Yo-You're not mama!" Noah yelled. She tried crouching down, but found herself sitting in a chair.
She lifted her hands, tilting her head. Making a fist, she realized. No fingers. She blinked. Fingers. She rotated her hand in front of her face.. gone.
Scared, she blinked again. Still gone. "What did..you do!" She looked at the figure in horror, staring at the bucket beside her. There they were. The fingers of her own hands.
The shadowed figure caressed her face, "Don't worry." It touched her hair. Suddenly, she felt something cold pressed against the back of her neck. The shadowed figure pressed a knife to her. "What's one thousand minus ten?" Noah heard the figure say.
"Ni-Nine hundred..ninety." She looked back at her fingers. They had grown back as the figure caressed her head.
"You have an excellent regeneration speed, darling. Just what are you?" That's it. I always asked who am I. How am I. I never asked..what. "Don't worry." It grabbed something and held it to the light, captivated by its shine. Noah by then was able to identify what it was. Scissors. Grabbing her hand, the figure brought the scissors close to her fingers. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Count down."
"Nine hundred.. eighty nine.." She began to cry. Her nightgown soaked in tears. "Nine hundred..eighty eight." The shadow began to prepare something. "Nine hundred..eighty seven." The item dropped, some spilled on the floor. The smell of it stung her eyes slightly. Sniffing it, she figured it out. Bleach.
"Nine hundred..-Hey, what do you plan on doing with that?"
"Keep counting." As soon as it picked up the bleach, it slathered the bleach messily onto her hair which she wet slightly before. Screaming, Noah moved around, the bleach stung as it got in her eye. She cried for what seemed like hours while the figure massaged the bleach into her hair. "Why are you doing this..?" The figure then washed off the bleach. It left her hair, not an auburn color, but a pure white.
Authors Note: Sorry, I've been gone for a while. I updated today for you guys both a long and a short chapter. Have fun.