Chapter 5: Evelyn
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Evelyn's p.o.v.
I am flying. My hands are in the air, my eyes are closed but I can see the happiness, I can feel the air licking my face, cold, warm, wet...all at the same time. I think it's raining too or was it snow? I don't know but I felt warm too, something fluffy and warm was pressed between my legs, and I am moving up and down...up and down.
It felt good, but still, I am scared to open my eyes, scared that this happiness is actually a horror and this dream is just another nightmare.
In my mind, I am riding a wolf, horses are boring. Also because I had a best friend a long time ago and he was a werewolf, at least that's what he believed and so do I...we were kids, it was easy to believe in fantasies at that time. Not anymore though.
Because soon I felt a sharp pinching like sensation in my feet as if someone is shoving needles in me, yet I didn't open my eyes. I am riding a wolf, not the other way around. There is no monster above me. I clenched my eyes tightly, I am having a beautiful dream, yes a happy beautiful dream.
I am dancing in the rain, in that muddy park...waiting for my mamma, my best friends, or someone else, anyone else to come and save me...I am dancing in the rain, and they had come, not Bob. Zeus and Dimitri, they came and take me with them. Bob hadn't found me inside that pipe, he hadn't whipped me...he had done nothing. And I was saved.
No, I wasn't.
I heard my own whimpers, but I couldn't move. I wasn't riding a wolf, a wolf is riding me. But I can do nothing, I was weak.
My breaths hallowed, a nightmare...again!
I tried to open my eyes, my...my feet sting. Something is biting me...my body shifted a little and suddenly the world spun around and crashed down on me with a loud thud.
Same cold hard floor grasping me back to it. I blinked my sleepy eyes and stared up at the cracked ceiling of my small room. It's dirty and filled with unusual items as if my room is some storehouse. The walls are painted white but they looked yellow now...there is no grass, no sky, no rain...I am not riding on a wolf's back. I was just sleeping in this filth.
And why the hell I was dreaming that memory again, it's been nine goddamn years but still, my mind is just stuck to that place...stuck with them. I am f*****g tired of it.
Groaning at my pathetic dream and memories I sat up, and immediately my eyes caught the enemy like a hawk...that little gray intruder squeaking in the ground, near the small legs of my bed. I frowned, it is chubby and cute and because of it, my dream turned into a nightmare when he started biting my toe.
I smiled when Mr. Rat gleamed up at me, his big black eyes are like buttons...so adorable. I picked up the pillow and launched myself on that fat mouse but instead of catching him my head hit the desk, and my only table lamp shattered to the ground. Great, f*****g great.
And that shameless rat just jumped in victory, I glared at its back as it sneaked outside from a small hole near the door. I followed it to the bathroom, but then it just disappeared near the stairs. Bastard.
One day, one day I am going to kill that rat. Why? Because honestly I can't kill my real enemies, and no one will send me to prison for killing a rat so... I will just imagine that rat is Bob, my foster father.
My stomach chunked as I think the words father and Bob at the same time. That disgusting man can never be a father figure. I grit my teeth and focused on taking a shower instead.
All this thinking is too much for me in the morning, my dark thoughts are only reserved for my haunted nights.
In the mornings, I am a different person, a better and good-looking and happy person...I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror. My wet black hair stuck at my pale cheeks, dull green eyes staring back at me...dark circles making my eyes look even uglier than usual.
But my lips...they are beautiful as usual, and it's only because I kinda look like my mother. My sharp face, and small button nose...and these rosy lips, it's all her. It's nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for these dark circles. And yeah, also for this purplish-yellow blemish on my jaw. I shouldn't have stolen from Bob, but today is my exam and I needed to buy a pen.
I smiled, remembering that smooth ink of my new pen. I have a feeling today's exam is going to be exemplary. I took a punch from Bob because of that after all... If I simply dropped out of the class, I wouldn't have to give the exam, I wouldn't have to steal money to buy a pen. And I wouldn't have this bruise on my jaw. f*****g Bob.
Shaking my head at my stupid ranting thoughts, I wrapped a towel around me and walked out of the bathroom. As my nacked feet touched the wooden floor of the hallway, I felt eyes on me, as usual. Ignoring it like it was nothing I entered my room and hurriedly locked the door.
Aunt Melanie hadn't gone to her shift last night...she is at home. I sighed as I rested my back at the door, at least today Bob will do nothing, not when she is in the house.
The cold wind whipped from the broken window, sending shivers through my spine. I looked outside now, on the bright sunny day...for nine years, my life was like this weather, and it still is.
Yesterday it was raining, and today it's a bright sunny day but no matter what's happening in the sky, the air is always felt cold in this Mexico City...cold like my body and heart. There is no warmth here, how can it be? When I'm miles away from my home, from them...my best friends.
I picked up my clothes from the cabinet, my mind filled with thoughts, were they thinking of me too? Are they still trying to find me...or did they forget about me like some useless dream?
And why the hell I am thinking about them today of all day, is it because today's my birthday and I'm missing the only real family I had? Or is it because of that dream, who knows...
I only knew one thing, Zeus and Dimitri, I always felt that they are still close to me, like they are here, somewhere watching me, looking after me in their own way. It's a stupid weird feeling though.
" Breakfast is ready, pumpkin."
The soft knock on the door and the sweet voice of Aunt Melanie dragged me out of my thoughts.
" Comin' Aunt."
I replied and started wearing my clothes hurriedly, don't want to be late for school. I should stop being stuck in the past, and I have Aunt. She is my real family, not them.
How can I forget they left me, I waited and waited and waited for years, but they never came. They could have found me easily if they wanted to...but they never did.
I should stop living in fantasies, they only hurt.
- Writer
