Silence Chapter One

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Chapter One

 

 

 

I shrug on the itchy, yellow cardigan with a look of disgust stubbornly plastered on my face. I kind of hate my mom for buying it for me. I mean, it’s pretty, but I’m all for comfort over style. I would wear sweats and a hoodie any day, but with mom, things were different. She would have a heart attack if she saw me looking any less then perfect. And I don’t mean that in an over-exaggerated kind of way. She would literally have a heart attack.

I get so frustrated every time I have lunch with her, knowing that if I’m not presentable, Mom will freak. Dad tried reasoning with me one time. He said that sense she only gets to see me once a month; the least I can do was wear pretty cloths. I guess he has a point, but still.

I brush through my long, matted hair, counting each stroke so that I stop thinking of my mother. One, two, three.

I would give anything to never have to see her again. I know it’s an awful thing to say, but it’s true. Our monthly mother-daughter days always leave me feeling cranky and self-conscious. And it’s not like there’s anything I can do to avoid them. They’re court-mandated. You’d think this counts as cruel and unusual punishment and, therefore, be unconstitutional, but I guess not.

Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.

“Via, she’s here.” My dad calls up the stairs. I throw down the brush, giving myself a quick glance-over in the mirror. I guess I look good enough.

I tare down the stairs, knowing my dad will want me to hurry. If I get out there before my mom gets to the door, it will save him from a very long and awkward conversation.

“Love you, Dad. See ya.” I call as I open the heavy front door.

“Play nice.” He jokes. I shake my head at him as I pull the door closed behind me.

I walk slowly toward my mom’s blue van, pulling my hands anxiously through my hair. I glance down at my feet, suddenly aware of the fact that I had forgotten to change shoes. I’m wearing my dirty Rugby sneakers. Fantastic, now Mom will have something to bug me about all day.

“Hi Mom.” I say brightly as I pull open the car door.

“Hi sweetie, sorry for the mess.” She says guiltily, gesturing around the perfectly clean van.

“Um, that’s alright.” I say questioningly.

“Honey, don’t mumble. It makes you sound unconfident.” She scolds.

“Sorry.” I say, scratching my head.

Mom backs out of the driveway with one hand on the steering wheel and the other fixing her hair. She glances at me for not even a second before turning her attention back on the mirror and her hair.

“I really wish you had worn different shoes, Via.”

“Me too.” I say under my breath.
THIS IS ONLY PART OF CH. 1.....DO BE CONTINUED

The Sanctum ~Prolougue~

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I came out of the darkness with a start.
A pain shot through the side of my head and I gasped, clutching it.
My eyesight was blurry, like looking through a cloudy window.
Arrow Arrow name Arrow Eagle Arrow My name is Eagle Arrow...
A flow of thoughts continuously poured into my head.
My age- 13, my birthday- November 26th, my height- 5'6'', my weight- 117 lbs.
I sit up dizzily and look around.
I was in a clearing- or more correctly, I realize with a gasp, we were in a clearing.
I see a lump move about 30 feet away, and notice more lumps.
One..
Two..
Three...
Four...
I turn and feel my blood freeze.
Five.
I know this girl.
Sister...., a thought unfurls in the back of my mind.
I look at the girl more closely.
She looked about 14. She had pale skin, cheeks dotted with freckles. Her hair was a light blonde that went past her shoulders.
I reach out to touch her arm and notice how much more tan I am. My skin looks like it had a fine layer of grime and was tossed outside to bake in the sun. When I touch her arm, I realize it is grime because dust trails off my fingers and onto her arm.
The girl gives a soft moan and her eyes blink open. Her pink mouth forms an 'o' of surprise.
"Who-who are you? Where are we? Are you hurt?" She asks shakily, sitting up and reaching towards my head.
I tense up at first, but there was an almost maternal look in her eye that made me feel more comfortable.
She pulls back her arm quickly, and I feel a slight sting. I notice her delicate fingers sticky with blood.
"You are hurt!", she gasps.
"I'm fine," I said, surprised by my level, all-business tone, "What's your name? What do you remember?"
The girl blinks.
"Well- Well I don't remember much of anything. My name is...Buggy. Yes it's Buggy."
Buggy. I know it's an unusual name but it's seems so familiar it would have been odd if it was anything else.
"I'm Arrow," I say, " And we're not alone. There's at least four more girls here with us."
Buggy's eyes widen and she glances around. I see her bottom lip quiver.
"Where are we? Why are we here? Who brought us?"
I'm suddenly angry, even protective now. Who would do this? Why would they bring Buggy into it? She seems so innocent.
I know she's innocent.
Which is an odd thing to think, considering I have no other clear recollection of her before this moment.
"I don't know," I say sternly. "But I'm going to find out."