To Slim_T
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Chapter One
Echo
I woke up.
I didn't realize where I was for a moment, everything seemed so weird, my surroundings seemed unfamiliar. It was dark.
I realized I was lying down flat on my back, staring up.
Then I saw a light behind my feet, it was a small hole, the light that came from it was very dim, it didn't make much of a difference.
Then, I realized that there wasn't much air, the hole made it easier to breath, but not a huge difference.
My body felt dead, I couldn't move my arms and legs, it was like nothing, like life had gone out of me.
Eventually, the numbness and deadness of my body left and I was able to move them, it felt weird for a few moments, but then it became easier.
I put my hands on the ground and pushed myself upwards for support, my forehead banged on something hard and, what seemed to be made of wood, I yelped and rested again. That's when I realized, that I was inside something.
In a box.
I put my hands on the lid and pushed upwards. No use. I tried again, nothing happened. The lid was locked.
I started to get scared, where was I? What was I doing here? Where were Mama and Papa?
My heart thumped quickly in my chest, was I going to be stuck here forever? I got more and more scared, I kept thumping on the Lid, hoping that Papa would open it and smile down at me.
I stopped dead, and then I realized something… I couldn’t remember what my parents looked like! Or their names, or anything.
I kept saying "Mama" and "Papa" but I didn't know who they were.
Why couldn't I remember anything?
I got frustrated and scared, tears came to my eyes and I scrunched up my face, wailing softly, getting louder and louder, banging with my fists and feet. And then suddenly, my wish came true.
There was a line of light to my side, it got bigger, and I realized, it was light pouring in to the box. It was open!
I couldn't believe this, I waited for a few moments, making sure this was all real, then I pushed the lid open, and sat up.
To see that my troubles and fears just increased.
I didn't know where I was.
I looked all around me, I was in a circular room with grey walls and a dusty floor, there was only one very small window high up, touching the ceiling, it was barred anyway, I wouldn't be able to get past.
There were two pillars at one side of the circular room, between them was a big marble stand, it had a big, old, worn out, red leather book, I could just make out the letters M.O. printed in gold in the middle.
Where was I? How did I get here if there was no door?
I got scared again, I was frightened and alone, what was I to do now? Where were Mama and Papa? Were they going to come and get me? And when? And how?
There were so many questions that seemed impossible to answer that I felt so scared and stiff, I could hardly feel my legs, I began to shiver hard, my back, legs and arms couldn't stay still, I wasn't sure what to do.
Then, the tears fell.
I began to cry, I wailed loudly, screaming "Mama! Papa! Come and get me!"
I felt cold, my arms were bare, my mother had bought me a pink dress with big purple flowers on it, and white lace at the ends, but it was sleeveless and the Magenta colored woolly jacket to go with it wasn't with me.
Then, I realized it. This was all just a dream!
Yes, I would wake up any moment to find myself in my room, in my warm snuggly bed and everything would be fine.
But nothing was fine, everything was real. I was left in a chest in a locked up room, ready to die.
How was I to get out? Slowly the days would pass by and my small, lifeless body would rot away after days - weeks with no food or drink.
But there was hope, maybe someone would be able to hear me, maybe someone could come for me, so I screamed and yelled with all my voice was for. Crying "Help me!" And "Is someone out there?" and "Please save me!"
Time passed by slowly, and I didn't know how much passed when my throat began soar and I couldn't talk nor scream or cry any longer.
So this was how it was going to be, I was left for dead. Mama and papa don't love me, but they always showed affection to me? Maybe it was another explanation, maybe thieves stole me to blackmail mama and papa and give them money! It could have been anything, I sat there, my tears falling, I lay in the cold, hard bottom of the chest, waiting to starve, rot away and die, and it wasn't long before I realized something.
I weakly got up, I felt tired and hungry, but I managed to get up, and I stared at the chest for a long time.
It was the exact same one mama had bought in the shop, but that was just a blur, I can't remember her face, just her voice, that sweet tone of hers, but her face was blurry, erased from my memory, but the memory was still there, true and more alive than Ever, the same box, the dark wood, the pieces of beech that had been put in to holes with identical shapes, the zig zag patterns, the rows of triangles that made a border on the box, that same ugly look it had.
I rubbed my hand on the polished surface, and started to cry, my heart ached, I felt like it was so heavy that I would just collapse to the ground, and not be able to carry it.
"Mama!" I cried sadly, tears landing on the chest's surface and making large sounds, "mama! Why did you leave me!"
I put my face on my arm and cried, I got hiccups because I was so scared, so frightened, cold, alone. Not sure of what to do next, that I couldn't calm myself down, I wept and cried.
Hours passed, my eyes were sticky, my cheeks were red and wet, my head ached so badly, I wanted to collapse, I wasn't sure what to do. I sniffed and snuffled and wiped my nose on my arm, I kept blowing up, I felt sick, dozy, not able to stay awake much longer…
Then, I kicked my leg against the chest slowly, and I heard a sound.
It was music.
Yes, music, good, warm and true music. I looked inside the box, and saw my four dollies.
They were all headless, except for the teddy bear, but I refused to let them go away.
The music came from one of the teddies, every time you pushed on its stomach, it gave a nighty night lullaby, it was a violin playing, yes, a violin, a sad, but warm melody, that could send me to sleep at any moment.
The music filled the room, and I felt a bit better, I cuddled Mr. Snuggly Poo (that's what I called him) up to my face and hugged him quietly, his fur tickling my cheeks. I promised myself it would be okay, that something would happen. I just had to keep on dreaming, keep on dreaming, keep on thinking this was just a dream I'd someday wake up from…
I stared at Mr. Snuggly Poo's face, the dark navy blue buttons for his eyes almost came loose, his fur was a golden sand color, but had a few green and pink spots from when I'd paint with him, the blue tie with red polka dots he was wearing had turned shabby and grey, and he was the only one of my dolls and teddies that was not headless, but still he was mine. He was old, but he was mine.
The music then stopped, I felt the headache come back, and couldn't take it anymore, so I pressed on Mr. Snuggly Poo's stomach once more, and I didn't feel any pain, I leaned my head against the wall and tried to go to sleep, of course I couldn't, I tried hard, I was exhausted but I was uncomfortable and no sleep would come. I was almost in to tears, I wish I would just die, then I would push Mr. Snuggly Poo's stomach and close my eyes, the melody brushing in to my ears calmed me down, that quiet, sad, sleepy tone helped me get through hard times. I started to make up my own lyrics as the song passed, and I started to sing softly to myself.
Night sky…
So dark…
Not bright…
Bring candles…
Make it better…
Bring it a light…
Take away†-
My sorrow…
Bring day…
Sadness tomorrow…
Sadness tomorrow… Sadness tomorrow…
Sadness tomorrow…
And I drifted off to sleep, my eyes were deep and heavy, but before I was taken away in to my dreams, those last two words Stuck around the room and didn't go away, it stayed there, and if you listened hard enough, you could sense it deep down within you, it was an echo that would reach infinity.
A dark cold room.
With only one person.
Who was left to their doom.
This is definitely the worst.
I sat there crying.
Not knowing what to do.
I'm already dying.
And withought you. -
.....wow.......
the part about her freakin on being in a coffin is wonderfully described...and the music's a nice touch. -
Thank you Slim, I appreciate it.
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that was GREAT!
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Thank you Vampiregirl.
Are you all getting bored? Should I stop? -
no no...this is better than the book I'm reading lately :)
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And thank you Orkie.
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i just finished my book so this is all im reading!
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Aww, Slim you're so sweet! OK, I'll post chapter two 5 pages by five, OK?
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ok
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"Answer me!"
"It's a girl…" Athelstan whispered softly, "a small girl… I don't know if she's dead or not"
"What?" his father said in disbelief, "How could she have gotten in there?"
"I don't know" Athelstan replied to him, "I really don't know, father, and I can't tell if she's alive"
"Call to her, then, she might wake up, and if she doesn't, we'll have to find a way to get in there, there could still be hope"
He opened his mouth to speak, but the words didn't come out until after a few seconds.
"Um…"
I lay there for a few moments, it was getting harder and harder for me to breath, I felt like nothing, maybe this was the moment I'd go, when suddenly I heard someone say "Do you hear that?"
Here I got more hope and moaned a bit more, someone else, with an older voice, said "Yeah… it sounds like, a girl"
They tried to look for me, I started to actually feel happiness, I was so scared and cold, but now I felt like someone could actually Be able to save me, I moaned a bit more, and then I heard some more sounds, like somebody was trying to climb, and a shadow blocked the light coming in from the window.
My eyes were closed, I suddenly got scared, what if it was a killer? What if it was somebody horrible? This didn't necessarily mean kindness, they could just think I was dead and move on, I decided to wait, I couldn't make much movement anyway.
But then I heard the voice, it sounded like a child, a few years older than me, 4 or 5 years older, I'd say, I heard his soft voice tell someone with him "It's a girl…"
And here, I knew that this voice was a kind and gentle one, I gently opened my eyes a little bit, but he didn't see, and saw a pale skinned boy with freckles on his cheeks, and sandy gold hair, he had periwinkle colored eyes, and he looked shocked and scared down at me.
I heard him say "A small girl… I don't know if she's dead or not"
And then I heard someone else speak, presumably his father.
"What?" I heard him say, "How could she have gotten there?"
That was a question I could not answer myself.
"I don't know" came the boy's reply, "I really, don't know, father, and I can't tell if she's alive"
"Call to her then, she might wake up, if she doesn't, we'll have to find a way to get in there, there could still be hope"
I waited a few moments impatiently, and then I heard a soft voice say "Um…"
I slowly, wearily, half-opened my eyes, and saw the boy more clearly now, he was more shocked than I had thought. I didn't blame him at all.
"Uh…" he said, "Father, what should I ask her?"
"Anything!"
"Um… what's your name, girl?"
I opened my mouth slowly to speak, my voice had gone and my throat was soar, but I managed to say it.
"Rosella…"
I thought I was a rose
Deep in the ground's soil
Where nobody knows
About me there
Then someone came
Came to my rescue
I didn't know their name
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It's too long, don't you think?
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whoa! lol, i was starting to think she would die in there...*wipes sweat off brow*
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