Chapter 2: The Girl Under the Rain
For every step she took a faint sound echoes as she passed by the silent houses. There were no turbulent noise, she was all alone, placid and serene.
The still street were damp, small pools of rain water have gathered by the road side and into the tiny cracks and holes of the desolate cemented road.
No one dared enter this ghost town so there were no cars that passed by. Eerie silence dominated the whole town. Only few people choose to stay in this town.
The dawn was nearing to its short lived birth and reach its end. Still she was leisurely walking on her own pace as if the dark wasn't chasing time.
Mist slowly crawled on to the cold pavement as the sky turned dull gray. It's been raining a lot since last month and mosses started to appear, running rampant all over the walls and almost everywhere.
Clouds met in the midst of the vast skies, covering the once star dotted dark sky. They roared and grumbled, screaming for injustice.
She had no umbrella with her.
She paused, pulling her dainty hands out of her red hoodie's pockets. Fingers long and thin like a willow's branch, they were irresistibly soft and white.
Sluggishly, her fingers reached the zipper of her hoodie right by the hem, in one swoop she closed it to the brim. Putting her hands back, sticking her seemingly frail arms a little closer in a feeble attempt to add warmth to her small stature and continued to walk.
Her clothes was weak against the cold and rain. It was an unfortunate day, her short skirt barely covered her legs, her knee length black socks and shoes were wet.
It's only been minutes since the last down pour, seems like the sky wasn't finish being an emotional wreck.
Tear sized rain droplets descends from the heavens one by one. Again, she paused. Heaving a faint sigh, a mist formed just right before her.
Algid wind grazed her pale cheeks. Her plump pale pink lips trembled from the chilly wind. Limpid eyes stared ahead, like a doll's eyes, hers were... lifeless.
Shadows loomed all over her face that made it look rigid and villainous. She smiled, her white teeth showed as she huffed.
The sound of the soles she wore began its rhythmic taps. She remained placid and slow as if the rain didn't exist. Her hoodie was drenched by the heavy rain and turned a shade darker.
Her soul was long drowned in the sea of sorrows. She only felt numbness as the coldness remained her only company in this long bitter journey of life.
In spite of this she continued living, the reason? No one knew.
In a distance, her figure looked desolate, lonely, a pity worthy image. However, her back was straight and proud as a peacock.
From the main road she turned and entered an alley way. It was cramped and small, the road was no longer cemented.
Mud ambushed her, dirt clung to the surface of her leather shoes. Her every step caused small tear sized mud to be flung all around, it reached the back of her legs and knees but she didn't care.
The sight was gruesome but she felt as if she was given an amnesty. She no longer needed to hide her tears, the rain already did.
She hopped, stomped, and kicked the mud. Like a little kid, she grinned. Even her skirt and hoodie were not spared from her bizarre movements.
Not too long she came face to face with a tall white wooden fence covered by vines. She twisted her head from left to right, checking if someone else was watching her but there were none.
One of her hands was placed against the vines and the fence, with a slight tremble she lightly pushed the fence but it didn't bulge. As if she remembered something, she reached for her skirt's pocket.
Soft clanks resounded as the keys collided with each other. For a few seconds she fiddled with it until her forefinger and thumb have settled to a certain key.
It was a silver key, with an intricate engravings by the handle stating two initials-- 'Y.V.'. It has rust all over, what seems like a case of being neglected.
The rest of her fingers glided across the surface of the fence and sometimes pushing away the lushly vines trying to find the doorknob.
As her fingers came into contact with a cold surface, in a hurriedly manner, she waves away the vines and finally a doorknob appeared.
Inserting the old key she turned it and unlocked the doorknob with a click.
She again placed her hand against the door and lightly push it. A stiff creek was heard. There was a secret door under those thick vines.
With her right hand she push away the remaining vines as she entered her mother's secret paradise.
Set of metal arc wires was placed above serving as a stepping stone for the vines to grow.
It was a deliberate design, creating curtains from the vines, layer upon layer. The layers weren't too thick, she was still able to see through all of it.
The rain turned into a slight drizzle as the curtains served as a temporary shelter.
It was an enchanting sight however there was a tinge of melancholy and that was apparent.
A place that seems like it came straight out of a fairy tale book but no matter how beautiful it is when no one was able to appreciate its beauty, it would still be abandoned.
Just like her.
Slow steps, she moved forward. The sounds that was made by her shoes were long muffled by the grass underneath her.
The mud that clung to her shoes was also brushed off by these tiny grasses. She was dazed by the dazzling scenery as the flowers beside her that pasted itself to the fences complements each and every little thing in this path way.
No matter how many times she walked the same path, boredom could never replace its value in her heart. She could only lament against people who didn't appreciate it.
For a minute or two she wondered around her mother's garden. The garden only consisted one kind of flower and that is roses.
She didn't know why her mother loved roses so much. It's been thirteen years since her mother disappeared, not a single clue was found but somehow a letter would always mysteriously appear out of nowhere in front of their home.
Sometimes an unknown depositor would leave a lot of money. Deep within her she suspected that it's her mother.
That somewhere out there her mother was alive and breathing. She for a moment, remembering it is her 'death anniversary'. Not once did she offer a single rose to her grave nor does she want to accept it.
A deafening thunder resounded as the rain doubled its pace. Every time a rain drop collides with her skin it delivers a prickling pain like needles were embedded deeply as a cold aftermath subdues it.
She finally ran, arriving in front of a double door. Glass reflected her drench face, her limpid eyes rimmed red, puffed, and swollen. Her cheeks were a tinge of pink.
As her breath turned unstable, she hiccupped. Fiddling with the same set of keys, her fingers found its way to another key however these time it wasn't covered by rust.
She opened one side, and entered a foot one after another. Closing and locking the door behind her, the atmosphere turned grim.
The whole mansion was dark, only the constant lightning outside have penetrated through the windows illuminating the first floor for a second or two, the living room came into view.
Her hand found its way to her phone, just inside her pocket. Turning on the 'flashlight' function and navigated her way.
She spoke no words to announce her presence nor were there someone who spoke words of greeting.
She was all alone like always. Remaining mud pasted itself on to the white tiled floor as she walks in further into the desolate mansion she calls home.
Slow and steady, she glided across the living room towards the grand staircase, connecting to the second floor where her room is.
Far west was her side of the mansion, her room and library were there. As she arrived at the second floor, she made her way towards an odd looking door.
Turning the doorknob sideways opened it, an eerie creek welcomed her. She reached for the switch just beside the door frame to turn on the lights.
Her room was clad with purple and black, there were nothing but dark tones, from the bed sheets to the curtains, ceilings, tables and carpet.
She bend down and removed her dirtied shoes and carried it inside while closing the door, putting it aside in a shoe rack and the same time tossing her phone towards her bed.
Removing her wet clothes that clung to her like a second skin as she made her way to the bathroom.
As the last piece of clothing was removed coldness engulfed her in a one big bear hug that made her shudder uncontrollably.
With haste she crabbed her towel and entered the bathroom for a steaming hot shower.
Steam escaped creating a hazy image of her.
She was beautiful girl, almond eyes gave her a seductive mirage coupled with plump full lips and skin so smooth and glossy in a tinge of beige.
Rinsing all the soap and residues of used products that she used to maintain her beauty with a lukewarm water. As it made its way to the drain came along the stress and frustration she'd been storing up.
Clad in a white towel she came out the shower. Her long hair dripped a few drops of water, skin glowed flush red, her once limpid eyes seemed to be surrounded with a mist like a lazy cat's eyes, hazy but seductive.
She was once again greeted by the cold as she exited the bathroom however this time it was a less cold. The rain continued its down pour almost like a brooding typhoon would be coming.
Flashes of lightning came and go for mere seconds. Her stature looked weak but as stood by the window fully clothed, her eyes returned to its original state, calm, and limpid.
Closing the curtains, blocking all contact outside. She hopped towards her bed, landing on the soft purple mattress. Hands and legs stretched out, with a sigh she curled up on one side.
Her hair wasn't dried completely so she stretched her hand to grab her phone. Opening her phone with a simple 'L' pattern she found nothing, no missed calls nor messages except for one.
With a registered name 'Abby' a short message was attached---'Are you okay Yvon?'
It was best friend Abby and probably her only true friend. A slight smile immerge in Yvon's lips as she imagine her friend's worried expression.
'Yup! I'm okay.'
A short reply was sent, though she never been okay it felt nice to know that somehow someone cared. After the short reply there wasn't a single reply from Abby.
She checked the time it was already way past 9 o'clock, Abby might have gone early to bed. With that conclusion she stood up and head towards her dresser table to blow dry her hair and quickly go to sleep.
Afterwards, she lay atop of her lumpy bed cuddling the all sorts of pillows. Fidgeting with her phone, a certain contact name immerge.
She slowly came into a halt, 'Dad' was written in the glaring screen of her phone. As short pause gave her the courage to dial the number.
It rang once, then twice, then trice until it was unbearable. Another call neglected.
She knew by this time would already be on his way home, in his new home. For a moment she thought the tittle of a daughter never once stood a chance in his list of priorities.
Nevertheless, it was his decision. With that in mind she drifted to slumber.
That night her own demons reigned her subconscious mind reflecting it in her nightmares but she couldn't wake up even if she wanted to. A sheen of warm sweat covered her forehead and back as she slowly moved uncomfortably.
She slept while mumbling--- "Why? … Why?"
She didn't know why, a tear danced against her skin down to her cheek then finally disappearing in amidst of lumps and hoards of pillows.
In the middle of the night someone broke into the mansion.
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