your broken hero }} rook
Oct 17, 2013 6:05:10 GMT -5
Post by cass on Oct 17, 2013 6:05:10 GMT -5
Opal Shore was home. She stood in the middle of the large, spacious lounge room that was clean, not a single speck of dust covered it. Furniture already filled it; she had never had so much to herself. The room was spread out before her and her brown eyes kept flickering left and right trying to remember every inch of the room. The floor in most of the rooms was made of polished wood, but the lounge room and the bedrooms were covered in thick, carpet that she had almost instantly fallen in love with. She’d taken her shoes off straight away incapable of stepping on the clean new floor with her mud layered shoes. And even though only one of her feet could actually feel the softness beneath her she could imagine just how it felt with both. Her toes sunk into the carpet – for once impeccably clean, not a speck of dirt on them, astounding, really – and she wriggled them a bit, soaking in the luxury of the home. She imagined the way the carpet felt on her fake foot and she grinned gleefully, giddy with the excitement of what she had. In her mind the carpet touched her leg and she could feel it, she could feel the touch through her skin and as the sensation ran up her entire leg before reaching her mind. Was she crazy or could she? No... it was just her imagination. The house was larger, grander and richer then the Shore one and that was a feat to be admired as that house had everything. It had needed to as it had housed a lot of people.
One less person, now. Opal grinned broadly, eyes sparkling with untameable joy as they roamed every inch of the house. Her house.
The words still brought with them a sense of joy that light up her entire heart. She’d never believed she’d ever say that. Like most of her siblings she was doomed to spend it in that god forsaken house where an argument was just a corner away. Where you were put to training at the brink of dawn and put to bed with a knife under your pillow for fear that your sibling might try and slit your throat. Well it was like that for Opal. Except most of her time was spent in her garden rather than the training centre. Her garden. That was long gone. Pyrite had seen to that. But she had a new and improved one, a patch of dirt that she could grow anything in.
Hours had built up by the time she had decided to not invite any of her siblings to stay with her. She knew there were some that had not resented her, but she felt no need to stretch herself out and welcome them into a home that was her very own. Besides this was her place and a selfish part of her wanted it to stay like that. Granted if she was closer to her family members she’d have asked them, but seeing as they were as distant and as cold as ice she had shook her head ruefully before gladly moving in. Carefully she walked around the room, a hand running over the furniture, brushing everything she could touch within an arms grasp. Everything had a different and unique feel, the couch was soft, the curtains were silky and the walls were cold and hard, but smooth. Everywhere she looked there was something new to see. Paintings, pictures and statues littered the walls, her personal favourite was of a large blooming flower, and it sat over the fire place and was the focal point of the entire lounge room.
Laughing she jumped off of the carpet, feet landing on the smooth oak floor. She bent down scooping up her shoes before leaping onto the first step. The steps were just as soft as the carpet, like a red carpet placed for celebrities to walk down, they blanketed the steps, leaving only two thin strips of oak to her left and right. Taking the steps two at a time she ran upwards, so use to her fake leg that she did not even stumble once. That was an achievement in itself, and one she had become incredibly proud of. She rarely stumbled, tripped or fell now. As she ran down the nearest hallway and towards her massive room she let an arm fly out and it raced against the wall as her feet slapped against the ground. The bumps of the closest doors felt awesome and she was still struggling to wrap the whole notion that this place was truly hers. She had money beyond belief and a house so perfect that she was still pinching herself. Giggling to herself she burst into her bedroom, before flopping down onto the giant bed that stood proud in the middle. Thick blankets layered it and she sunk into their warmth, allowing the feathered blankets to entangle themselves in her limbs. After a few seconds of silence she was up once more, her entire body far too excited to rest.
Dropping her shoes on the floor she moved off, brown hair falling around her face, strands flying in front of her eyes. She stepped over to a door in her bedroom that she had yet to open, excited she pulled it open intrigued to find what was hidden behind it. What she found was certainly a surprise. She screamed. ”AHHHHHHHHHHH!” An insane amount of fear spread through her body and she stumbled a step backwards, a leg instinctively flying out to collide with the large figure that stood in the doorway. It smacked against his lower leg and she felt the fake plastic give way under the impact. As it snapped it slipped from her leg and she stumbled backwards, her arms flailing wildly as she tried to regain her balance. Her body leaned too far onto her left side where there was no leg whatsoever and with a startled yelp she fell onto the floor.
Her chest heaved and her heart pounded wildly. And she desperately tried to reign in the fear that had encompassed her. She looked up gasping for air, her eyes wide with shock. In front of her was the large bulky form of a boy that appeared to be around her age. But what made her heart stumble once more was his eyes. They looked lifeless, they looked cold, calculating and impossibly inhuman. She gasped, and she pulled herself backwards, pulling her resistant body backwards and as far away as she could from him and as fast as she could manage. She dragged herself along the floor until she was pressed up against her new bed.Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
They tell me I'm too young to understand
