Honey Baby

Unedited Honey Fire, an element deviant to all things peaceful yet a first sister to all things beautiful when seen In the right light. Every hue, flicker, and flame born from a spark to either burn those of the unworthy, the sinners, the saints and the Innocent all alike If seen In the wrong light, or to spread with beauty and grace to bless those willing to see what It has to offer. In birds eye view I can see people running, I can hear the screams and feel the terror but there's nothing that I can do. Not me, not I. Someone as frail as a butterfly and already consumed by the flame without being burned. I see It's beauty, I can hear It's crackling song so It brings me no harm. Consequently, It brings me no fear so I bear the dancing flame as I lay Immobile, tiny hands held up high In the air without a care In the world for I am worthy. I even pay no attention to the approaching figure as I know that It cannot harm me In this form, I am protected so I hold no fear when I'm hoisted up by the giant who I soon learn too shares my gift. I'm held and caressed as her sweet lullaby soothes me along side our skin to skin contact that grants our flames the chance to combine and hum as one In a sweet harmony of bliss and assurance. Our soft sway, her song, and the dark night calms me, which Allows my person, my flame, and my mind the chance to slowly but surely drift off Into swallowing darkness. With a yawn I welcome It, and feel as my eager conscience Is sent drifting Into the dream world of my feeble yet bright mind. º When I hear talking and the rolling of an all to familiar metal push cart sound outside of my door I Immediately wake and start to shuffle backwards twords the corner of my bed, Pushing myself as close to the wall as I possibly can while pulling my knees to my chest. My hear starts to beat like a war drum and I squeeze my eyes closed, rest my face on my knees and try to regulate my sudden state of panic, It doesn't subside any, I know all too well that letting my guard down will only bring me unprepared pain so I wait In this position for what seems like forever just trying my best to listen In on my surroundings until completely sure that It's not me that they are coming for. I hear their shuffles, I hear their light conversation and when I hear their sounds fade down another hall I calm myself with the harshest sigh. I bring my hands to my chest for comfort as my frantic heart continues with Its uproar. I breath In long breaths, then exhale slowly, my chest clutch never letting up till my body relaxes. I can't take too much excitement, I'm not used to It and Instances like this remind me constantly. When calmed, I decided to turn my head to look at my clock, Instantly relaxing when I read 5:13 AM. I bring my hands to rub my face with another exhale of relief, silent thank you's clouding my mind. It's a bit too early for them to need me up so I pull my sheet up to my chest and rest the back of my head on the wall just trying my best to regain the warmth that I had lost only seconds ago. In a trance I watch with blurry eyes as the smoke exiting my lungs spreads in front of me after every exhale following a wince as the crisp air makes its way back down my throat to burn in my already sore chest following my inhale. It's winter time, my favorite time of year. Minus the unbearable cold I love winter, It brings me peace, something that's foreign around here as they seem to ease up on me. I bite at the dead skin on my chapped lips to keep my loud chattering at a minimum. The freezing air burns my dry skin which disturbs my slumber. At first I thought I could just toss and turn myself back to sleep but realization soon sets In that sleep In these poor conditions Is unachievable especially since It won't be warming up any time soon. So with that In mind I decide to get up and start my day early. I sit up moving as slowly as possible, trying with every fiber In my body not to make any noise just In case the people that were outside earlier heard me and decided to come pay an early visit. I pull my legs off to the side of the bed and let them dangle before they get to touch the Icy floor. I know that It's gonna be cold, It always Is, Whether It be summer or winter. They want us at our weakest, pushing our limits In the harshest of climates and circumstances. I should be used to It, being that It's halfway over now and I've been through this before, many times before as the weather around here Is the same year around. Cold. But when It's winter It gets even colder because of the dinginess of our cells, With all of the holes and cracks In the walls, cold air gets In fairly easily. Taking In a deep breath I put my first foot down, Regretting It Immediately when the Iciness of the cement floor shot through my foot In an Instant, But I keep going determined. I push myself off of the bed, Again, Instantly regretting It when both feet hit the floor. I make my way over to the other side of the room and touch the white wall where I have been given the opportunity to keep my book and tap it once so that the latch will pop open. Im a second the little square box has extended from the wall, allowing me to reach in and grab my only possession. My learning book. I pull the hefty thing to my chest before laying back down. This little book, accompanied by the occasional man or woman in white, Has taught me everything that I know. Since as long as I can remember, I learned how to read, Write, Comb my hair, And brush my teeth, Simple grooming techniques to help me prepare myself for my future roll of what I will become. Im sure that it was made to teach me what they think I should know, I'm smart enough to know that but it's still all I have so I try my best to understand the material, As absurd as it may seem. Kind of like when I first turned fourteen my simple learning pages went from teaching me limited reading skills, to how I should and shouldn't act around my master. It was a reality check for sure, I didn't really think anything of my future any time before that, but the thought of belonging to someone didn't set well with me at all. It never has and never witless but been two years since then and It's pretty much the same thing just more In depth. I can honestly say that I'm very scared for my future now, But I have come to accept that there Is no way out of It. I've been lucky so far, Only having been visited twice by what I assume have been potential buyers. One was a human...about a year ago, he came In gave me one look and his nose automatically crinkled In disgust. I didn't know how to feel about that. I know I didn't stink, Being that right before he came, I basically had my skin power washed off by a cleaner. And then about two months ago, the same routine was forced upon me. They scrubbed me half to death after pumping me with something to numb my body. It made their job easier, I like to fight and they know It so they acted with precaution. I was still numb by the time that they had dressed me In a thin silk slip dress where the top part was see through, I hated it. This time the buyer was Inexplicably differently. I still remember him, He was tall and built without an Identifiable scent, When he entered the room the first thing that I saw were his big shiver worthy bright red maroon eyes. He took a couple of steps, eyes locked on mine then stopped right In front of me, I had to look up to his towering frame and then I remember he smiled at me for a couple of seconds then tilted his head to the side before lifting his hand to cup my face. He began to run his finger along my jaw saying something In a really honeyed, smooth foreign language. It sounded amazing not gonna lie, But I knew better than to trust It. With that he turned on his heel and left, I haven't seen him since. So strange. But even In his absence, I can't help but get the same eerie feeling that I felt when he was with me, I know that someday he will return. Or he won't, I don't know, maybe It's just my paranoia talking. I'm always thinking like this, my mind Is constantly running laps In the unknown, but I can't help It. Waking up every day to the same white walls, my possibility pool swims endlessly. I'm knocked out of my thoughts when I hear someone running. It's far away though, In another hall. So I disregard It. My hearing is probably my best sense since it's my most accessible given my situation. But again and not too shortly after, I hear more and more people running but more frantically, panic heavy In their breathing. I sit up a little, curious as to what's going on and I begin to listen. Nothing. But that's not good enough for me. I pop up out of my bed, tear my sheet from the bed then toss it on the floor In front of my door so that I can stand on top of It. Leaning In I place my ear to the door for a better listen. A couple of seconds go by. Nothing but the sound of the people in white shuffling around. They sound calm, But I can tell that something Is wrong, The humans are really bad at hiding emotions. They're scared. Minutes go by and nothing. Nothing at all until a very high-pitched scream pierces through the air followed by a loud smack then more screams and the shattering of glass. My panic begins to set In. What's happening? It's never this loud. Why are they screaming? Did somebody get out again? My head begins to pound with all of my unanswered questions. Eventually one of them are answered when I hear a series of growls and the sound of bones breaking. Someone's shifting. Horrifying screams tear through the air and my stomach turns when I start to hear the tearing of flesh. "THE ALARM!!" I hear someone scream. And I instantly back away from my door. Oh no. Shortly after, And as promised, my overhead alarm starts to blare. I Instantly slam my hands to the sides of my head In to cup my ears In an attempt to drown out the sound of the alarm. What could possibly be happening!?                                                                                           ♡