The Beginning.

The sun looked like it would burn right through the glass. In fact, she wished it would. Maybe then it would bring some change to the painfully boring routine of her day. The window just glared back at her, as if it knew what she was thinking. Through it, she could see the sprawling grass she used to play on as a kid. All around the seven-foot tall window was stone molding, immaculately adorned with gargoyles; some happy, some somber, but all strategically placed so that they looked like they were guarding that entrance… or exit. Depending on what mood she happened to be in. She always had a love-hate relationship with those gargoyles when she was younger. In the day they were so inviting and comforting. But at night they almost seemed to watch her until she fell asleep. And she always thought they looked as if they had moved in the morning. But, she’d remind herself of the stories that Simon would whisper to her, and she’d put it off as her imagination. But today she didn’t see the grass outside or the gargoyles inside, all she could see what the glass. It seemed to light up with the morning sun. Why was she back here, after all this time? She had spent so long trying to escape everything about this place. She should have just let it go. After that day, this place that used to be her whole world turned into the one thing in life she wanted to run away from. She pulled herself to sit up straight in the bed, and for the first time since she had been back, took a good look at everything else in the room. It struck her as odd that this room, having been unchanged for the last 11 years, did not look at all as if it were for a young girl. Blake had made the maids still clean this room, every 2 days for the last decade. It broke her heart, because she knew he never gave up hope that she would return. But it was just too hard, and after a while, the hurt she felt that day became a bitterness she couldn’t ignore.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and smiled as her bare feet touched the carpet on the floor. She scrunched her eye-brows in curiosity as she noticed it was solid black. It may not have seemed strange to her in the past, but… black? For a girl’s room? And what was with those gargoyles anyways? It’s not like they were throughout the whole house, only on certain windows! Odd. She crossed the sun-soaked floor, wishing the black from the carpet would somehow spread and block out the light. Hard to believe she used to feel so good here, and now all she can feel is an overwhelming need to get out of this place. Not to mention she didn’t sleep well at all. How can you, when you have the feeling of being watched all night? The bathroom always made her feel like royalty though. Maybe it would dissipate some of the anxiety. Even though she had nothing to do today but wait, she had the overbearing feeling that she had to do something.

To Be Continued...