Hidden in the Darkness V1: A Darkened Fevered Dream

CHAPTER 4-My World pt.1

Unknown P.O.V - 30 minutes prior

        Here I am in the woods, just waiting on the ground, pretending to not feel the pain. I am waiting for Master, I don’t know his real name I just call my dad what he commanded me to call him. If I were to call him anything other than Master I would be in big trouble. I am lucky to be alive in this moment, lucky to have the powers I do. 

Master is the reason my family, friends, or the few kind people I’ve only seen in the streets have been brutally killed. The goal is to burn or kill all proof I ever existed at all, except one. 

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a heavy approach. I hear the twigs c***k, there is no mistaking it, Master is here. He approaches me as normal with a wicked grin on his dull face.

 He is strong and aggressive, has deep brown eyes that are tainted with insanity and obsessive sadness, his hair is a greasy dark brown. He is a monster to me, the only thing I've ever seen kill for fun. Master is a vampire and a werewolf, but he refuses to just kill me the vampire way, or the werewolf way either for that matter. I used to wish he would. He said it was too simple and not even close to the pain I deserve for killing my mother. Currently, he is grabbing a thick stick off the ground. The stick is far more like a club, a thick heavy thing.  I am happy this was all he would do to me this time of day, it's normally the time when he straps me to a tree, the chains act as my only protection, against his cruel darts and knives. He must be tired, he very rarely is so kind to me. He must be missing my mother. 

I decide to forget about yesterday and the day before, going back to my thoughts, thinking of the exception, the only one that got away, the one that lives. She had brown hair and light brown eyes that held rivers of emotion swirling in them. Her name is Bloom. I wonder how she’s doing now. I try to imagine, not sure what I’m imagining because it’s been about 11 years since we met, it’s been so long. She was five and I was four.

 The whacks of the sticks hurt, snapping me back to reality as I see blood seeping from my head down my face, little dark spots cloud my vision, blood drips into my long hair as I remembered the day I met her. That was the day I decided to try to live, as long as I possibly could. I knew my mother had a plan for me when I met Bloom, I knew there was more to this world. Bloom is proof of that. It is the only hope I have now and so I remember. 

    Master was distraught and sent me away to the streets to beg for money and food for him, I remember how even though Master beat me I felt sorry for his pain, it was as if he could never cope, as if he could never stand to look at me on days like these. Where on other days he would beat me until he was too tired to lift his arms. The old run down playground I found myself in, the one place he would permit me, that no one ever seemed to go too but this time was different.

       There was a girl near my age crying in the sandbox, she had long gorgeous brown hair and a butterfly jacket on. She wailed until she noticed me and then she wiped away her tears and put on a smile to come talk to me. 

“Hi, I'm Bloom what's your name? wanna play in the sandbox with me? We can play princesses? I can be Rapunzel and you can be….um Cinderella since you're covered in dirt but I can tell you're really pretty under all the mud and stuff, okay?”

      I remember not understanding what she meant by ‘pretty’ but I understand it a bit more now, Master has always called me ugly and my mother pretty. I’ve tried to understand the difference between the two but as far as I’ve seen I can't ever tell pretty and ugly people apart. They were all human, some I liked, others I didn’t really care for, but I never understood what made someone ugly instead of pretty or pretty rather than ugly. Perhaps I simply don’t understand the terms but still I don’t see the true difference. As the cuts make their way into my skin and my warm blood starts its sticky path towards the ground, I focused my thoughts.

  I remember knowing that Master told my uncle that it was also his fault, that if he would have treated my mother right she wouldn’t of wanted to leave,or to be with him. If he would have treated her right then she would've never had me, or gotten sick.Then Master got really loud and said if he didn’t beat his daughter for not being the  special one like me, then he would take her from him and treat her like she deserved. I remember knowing that meant he blamed both of us for my mom’s sickness. 

That memory only makes the pain harder to ignore so Instead of thinking about that I try to focus on something good, the only memory I have with my Bloom.

    ‘I’m Breelena-Marie, I think. Why were you crying? Why’d you stop? It's okay to cry that means you still care about whatever made you cry, as long as you still have hope you’ll cry or be mad or have feelings. As long as you still care, there’s hope. My momma told me that.’ 

I told the girl this but I didn’t give her a smile, even then it seemed pointless. I was sad so why should I pretend to be happy like she did? There was no point in hiding it, everyone got sad.

 “Oh I’m fine. Why are you sad?”

 ‘I’m sad because my mommy died 24 moons ago. I miss her talking to me and I miss her hugs and her stories’.

 I cried and she started crying.

‘my dad hit me, he said that he had to, that it was the only way to protect me but it hurt and he hit me over and over again, blood was coming out and it hurt really bad. I just- I don’t understand…’

 “I don’t understand why my Master beats me either, we can be friends who don’t understand together!” I was so excited just to have someone to talk too again. To that point, my mother had been my only friend. 

 “Let's be sisters alright? I don’t want to play princesses, let’s play sisters”.

I smiled up at her, “my momma always told me I had a sister out there and that I’d never meet her but now I have, you’re my sister.”

“okay how old do you want to be? I wanna be 17.  The sandbox can be our house, and we can live together, okay?” 

Bloom smiled and helped me up. I had never felt as free as I did with her. I didn’t understand the game we played, but I felt alive for the first time since my mom died.

 I remember the promise we made before dark, before she had to go home.

 “ will you come again next summer, Breelena? Daddy won’t let me play outside during school time. We can meet here and play again next year.”

 ‘yeah, it’s a promise, give me your pinkie. My momma always told me that you can never break a pinkie promise.’

“ Okay, My dad told me, when we were at the beach last year that my mamma used to say the same thing, since both our moms said it, I guess it’s true. We both promised, I have to go home now before it gets dark but I’m scared to go home… Daddy has never done this before, what if he does it again?”

‘it’s Okay, don’t be scared, we can come back here when it’s hot out again, and meet at the sandbox to play ‘sisters’ and our dads can never hurt us there.’

“ you could've just said summer y'know?”

I remember smiling as she hugged me and ran off.      

 Pain continued to surge through me but I still push to remember, I remembered that wonderful day, one of my happiest memories. I see Master fall onto the ground and that is the last I see of the sunlight until I awaken again.    

   Finding myself in a dream, a dream that seems so real. It is not a dream though, it is more of a nightmare. One where I am on the forest floor and see Bloom with Master, she is b****y and beaten. I can’t move at all to help her, I can only watch. Master is going to kill her the same way he killed my mother. Burning her alive, forcing me to watch, listening to the muffled screams trying to escape her shut mouth. Except she couldn’t, the pain was too much for her to be able to scream. 

Bloom is worse than my mom she is beaten much worse. I just lay there unable to move or speak, paralyzed as if I were dying, but not fast enough to miss the t*****e she feels. The screaming she can’t accomplish. Blood starts pouring down my unmoving face as Master laughs at her struggles and pain.  I am bleeding out on the forest floor. I am broken - dead almost, I know I have failed to save her, the one human I long to protect. She finds the strength to scream, to shriek out loud, just once before the end, “Breelena, Br- help, help me!”