1-The beginning of everything
She was laid on the hard rock floor in one of the corners of the basement of her mother's house, it was a basement like many others : only one tiny window that is the only source of light as it was an ancient house, there was an humid, musty and bloody smell caused by the lack of ventilation and the condensation all over the walls that were in red bricks with a white paint who was now almost completely gone, erased by the time and the lack of care, the only communication with the rest of the house was a staircase that was keeping up only because of a spell and that was creaking like it was about to break every time someone was putting even only just a toes on it, everything was covered by spiderwebs just like many others basements, the difference with the others was that's where she sleep since she can remember.
She was never allowed to the house since her mother had the DNA test when she was 6 months old that confirmed that she was the daughter of the man that for a reason unknown to her, her mother hated, if what the ghosts in the house said is true which she was never really sure of, she only know that there is paper in the office that are locked in a secretary that she saw when her mother dragged her upstairs but she couldn't make out the content as her folded them in the secretary in a hurry and yelled at her to clean it and the entire house.
It was an house like you could see in magazine, very dark and gaudy, the walls were all paint in dark purple that was more going to the black with white walls edge that had golden pattern, the ceilings were all black with golden and dark green pattern, they're was big windows that could illuminate the entire house alone but the curtains with some tree with people at the place of the leaves was covering them almost all the time and was giving the vibes that vampire were living there while it wasn't the case, her mother just thought that the sun will give her creases so she was keeping sun out of her house the most she could, in the principals rooms as in the living room, dining room, etc., there was for crystal light chandeliers, all the furniture where the most expensive and bling-bling you could find, the floor was all over the place in hard wood and to complete the all, there was bauble almost as expensive as ridiculously catchy absolutely everywhere, she hates it, she almost hates more the house than the basement, she hated all of it, the colours, the furniture, the decoration, the toxic smell and most of all, the spirit that was emanating of it, it was almost as if it wanted to kill her, sometimes at night, she would hear something like a voice that sounded like it was coming from below the house, whispering things that made shivers shot directly to her spine.
Sobbing silently like she do most of the nights from the pain that her chain made of shredded glass and dark magic give to her sore neck, a spell her mother used on her the day she started to crawl and stayed there ever since then to keep her from escaping and because she deserve it like everything she made her experience, she was thinking about it and everything that her mother had did and said to her today, the words playing in loop, ringing in her head: "useless" "disgrace" and so on.
Her mind then chose on is own to think about something else but what she thought about made her back the furthest she could in the corner, trying to become invisible, remembering that her mother was coming soon to get her as it was Friday night, it's been 6 days since the last time, since the last reunion.
Once per week on Friday night, the friends of her mother would come over, to talk of their project and would make games that have for main attraction the poor little girl and the Friday's nights like this one were the worst because it was full moon, and they will be too much happy to have a werewolf for toy to torture at their will.
Only the thought of it made her sobs increase while remaining completely silent. While she was sobbing, she heard a voice like every night bringing her out of her thoughts, "Don't think about that my little snitch, you're so much stronger than that". For only response, she stared in his brown eyes and shook head to say that he was wrong while tears were falling all the way down her fragile cheeks, to that he stared back at her almost as if he could go through her soul.
They stayed like that for almost 5 minutes, him staring at her like he was reading her soul and her like she was telling him how much she was broken, a few tears escaping her eyes every few and then. At the end she broke down and got back to the state she was at the start, his eyes never living her and his face softening all the way long, "It's going to be ok my little moon, I swear to you that we're going to get you out" he started to say "And when you get out" a female voice began, " we're gonna be with you at every moment".
At the moment the little girl was about to raise her head to reply, the door of the creepy basement flung open reveling a dark figure that was giving off a bad feeling, you then could hear the wood of the stairs creaks at the weight of the women that haunted the nightmares of her own daughter, climbing them down, with her shiny green heels, her long dark green dress that was falling below her feet has a consequence of her short height, her hat made of the most expensive fur on the market placed on top of her pitch-black hair, surmounted by a jewelry of a snake reattached to a a long and sharp needle that was keeping it on her head and that she loved to use to teach a lesson to the poor girl as she loved to put it, and to complete the kit, she had a river of pearl surrounded by a necklace of gemstones, earring that was bigger than the fist of the small child, and to complete it, a few shiny bracelets that was matching the whole.
Slowly while saying with a high-pitched, cold-hearted voice "Freak! Did I gave you the permission to cry?" she paused a minute while staring but without any intention to let the child reply, she was only doing it to torture her, making the fear grow in her mind and stomach "You know what monster likes you gets when they cry" she continued while slowly walking towards her box of toys with a cruel smile creeping his way on her face, she reached something in it and pulled out of it a sharp blade that has the form of a wave, with the most sharp tip you could get without making out of it a needle.
She then turned around and walked toward her, grabbing the skin of the neck of the toddler that had made of herself a ball, curled on herself in the corner that she was, in anticipation of the next events. In one movement, she had taken off her old t-shirt too big for her tiny body and pushed her on the floor, only to just after, grabbing the vulnerable child by the throat, choking her with the exact pressure to just keep her conscious while her lung were burning, pleading for some fresh air, she took her blade in her hand starring at the child with a cruel grin over her face.
She started by making short and painful cuts on her arms, she then traced long and deep cuts in both of her tights while taking all her time to make sure that she doesn't miss any spot that are fun making her wanting to scream at the top of her lung, but she couldn't without expecting that the imagination of her tormentor take a new level, so she remained silent all the way long, all of a sudden she dropped her and without letting her take even a breath, started to take out her rage on her, beating her to the point she was now almost completely purple as the bruises already started to appear, while all the way long screaming to her how she was a monster and a mistake.
To conclure her punishment, she, again, grabbed the toddler by the neck but this time by behind to carve monster on her back, using the knife like a pencil, always with the same cold eyes and cruel grin. Once she was finished, she took her wand and casted a spell that was closing the wound but the pain would still the same, a spell she discovered while she was experimenting on her when the little girl screamed in one of her nightmares, awaking the witch, as a punishment.
She grabbed her by the arm right where the most painful cut had been made with all the knowledge of it and dragged her upstairs, only bothering to make an extension to the chain, dragging her behind like a giant doll, screaming at her to make an effort while the little girl was trying to keep her tears at bay and was colliding with every furniture, catching every babble that was falling, afraid of the consequences if one of them was about to break.
Once they arrived in the living room where all the friends of her mother were waiting with the same eyes full of a mix of hate, fury and devilish joy and cold faces, when they saw the poor child completely naked with fresh scars and bruises all over her body, being dragged and dropped in the middle of the piece, stumbling on her feet before falling on the ground in loud thud.
They all stared at her with cruel grin while she was bringing her knees the her chest making of her body for the second time this evening a ball to protect herself, she just had the time to do it before one of them bring is wand out and at the same moment, almost as if he planned it, the moon came out. One instant there was a little girl gathered in a ball on the floor and the next, at the same place was a tiny cub and they all took it as a signal to start the games.
She couldn't say if it as been a minute or an hour passed, all that she was having knowledge of was that everything was hurting in her whole body, she could feel it in her bones, almost in her soul, that and the fact that someone was telling something to her but she couldn't make out the words because of the pain that was occupying every parcel of her mind.
In the meantime two specter that only her could see were trying to help her by encouraging and reassuring her by telling her sweet nothings while looking for the umpteenth time for a way out when all of a sudden, they saw before their eyes something that for a second they didn't believed, a miracle. One of the friends of her mother just casted a spell to torture her that had for side effects breaking the chains that was keeping the cub from running, when they realised, before anyone else could, they shouted in unison "RUN!", at the same moment, like everything as been planned.
She had found the strength to concentrate on the voices that she was hearing since the beginning and heard their call for hope and took all the strength she had left and made a run for it, propelling herself on her pawns and took off, it was like she was running on clouds, her fear giving her wings to help herself.
She don't even know how but the door opened by itself without the intervention of anyone, not even her friends,at the second she found it and saw out of the corner of her view that everyone was realising what was happening and started to purchase her,running after her in the house, she didn't lost a second to go outside running in the wood getting out of theirs view and reach, and with only goal to go as far her little paws could bring her from there. She wasn't sure of anything that she was doing except for one thing, she wouldn't stop running until she was sure she would be safe.