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Piece One
The glass was cold. As you softly placed your fingertips on the window, the freezing cold made Goosebumps cascade up your arm. One solitary tear caressed your cheek, the only comfort you'd ever have. Such a lonely comfort. The rain pelted nonchalantly against everything. You loved rain showers, they were so beautiful.
And yet, it was always as if the sky was greatly mourning. You smiled slightly, your mother had always said angels were crying when it rained. "Mother." You softly whispered, your breath painting itself along the surface of the window. Another tear fell down your face, landing perfectly on a petal of the bouquet of withering roses.
You thought you had cried yourself out a year ago, you believed all your tears were spent. And you lived everyday thinking this, but you always managed to cry. You looked down at the roses that he hade given you. Him, you could still remember his smirk as he set the vase of dead flowers on the fake wooden table next to the window. Their beauty all faded. He fingered the petals, ripping one off mercilessly and setting it softly in your lap.
"These roses symbolize your hope." His hand mockingly cupped your cheek. "Your hope was once alive and beautiful, just like these roses." He jeered in your face. "But now, it is slowly dying. My poor little bird." He clicked his tongue sadly and forcefully pressed his lips against you.
Now that event is stored deep in your memory banks. You looked down at the roses, one petal fell limply at your feet. If the time had moved back to your earlier years, you would have rebelliously flung the vase and watched it shatter against the wall. But now, numerous years had taught yourself that you were to behave.
So many beatings to learn that one thing. But now, you were reduced to nothingness. The sound of a dog playfully barking averted your gaze out the window. A beautiful couple shyly holding hands and catching glances when either wasn't looking traveled past your window. They clashed, their personalities, you could tell by a solitary look they'd stay together.
*No people!* You thought, your mind begging your body to spring into action. The dog nipped jokingly at the couple's heels. *Step away!* Your mind screamed. "No, save me." You whispered helplessly. Your shaking hand left the window, your body receded away, further into the room. The curtains slid solemnly over the window, shutting your eyes and soul away from the world.
You were to stay away from windows, people would see you if you didn't. And that was the last thing he wanted. You fumbled around in the dark, no light, you hadn't stepped into real or artificial light for a few years. You tripped on some unidentified object and crashed onto the floor. The hard impact made your head reel, you remained broken and tired on the hardwood floor.
"Such a beautiful fallen angel." Fingers interlaced in your hair and tugged softly. You hadn't heard him enter, as usual. "I've brought you some food. You must be famished. I know you haven't eaten in at least two days. I'm sorry, feeding you just slipped my mind." He chuckled wickedly, standing up, he mockingly patted your head. "Please forgive me, little pet." You cringed away from him, tucking your legs insecurely to your chest.
You shut your eyes tightly, his feet made shuffling sounds across the paneled floor. "Although," he paused, the sound of rustling bags sang into your ears, "I don't know if I want to give you food."
Silence filled the room, your breathing slowly increased in volume. You began to think he had left. "No!" You cried in pain, your hair was unpleasantly gripped. His strong fingers pulled your upper body forward, his breath hissed in your ears.
"I could see you in the window! How dare you!? How dare you defy my orders!?" He cuffed your cheek and you fell to the floor with no protest. "Don't you see!? If somebody saw you, they'd take you away from me in an instant!" He roughly grasped your wrists and shook you violently as he screamed. "You worthless wretch! Do you want to be taken from me!?" His finger nails left imprints in your skin. "Do you!?" He expected you to answer.
"N-no sir." You stammered quietly.
"Good. Then stay away from the windows!" He screeched. He thrust you back onto the floor. You watched him from the corner of your eyes. He smiled sweetly down at you, you hated how he did that. "I understand why you did it, staring out the window. You only miss the outside world. Like a caged bird, you wish to fly from this room. My poor little bird." He whispered, quietly shutting the door.
You laid there, feeling forlorn. You made sure he was truly gone before you lunged at the food.
Yumiko giggled with delight as she hopped over the cracks in the sidewalk. She was a beautiful girl of eight years and Chinese. Her hair was a deep shiny black, flowing down to her lower back. Her skin was tanned perfectly, and her eyes were a deep rich brown.
"Step on a crack, break your mother's back." She chided herself, carefully hopping over another crack. "Whoa!" Her school bag bumped into her back, she spread her arms wide and waved them in circular motions, struggling to keep her balance.
"I definitely don't want to break mama's back!" She cried in earnest. She smiled with child-like delight and gripped both her back pack straps, racing home to see her mother. "Father?" Yumiko inquired the seemingly empty kitchen.
"Yumiko, welcome home my daughter." Her father appeared seemingly from the air itself. The small girl laughed excitedly and skated with her socks across the linoleum floor to her father.
"I missed you daddy!" She giggled sweetly, throwing her small arms around the man's waist.
"I missed you as well." He planted his palm softly but firmly on top of her head. His hair falling down over his eyes, he averted his gaze away from Yumiko.
"Papa, how is mother?" Yumiko inquired, her voice full of worry.
"No." Was his quiet reply.
"I was thinking today, maybe if we let her out of the room, she'd start getting better?" The young girl innocently suggested.
The man refrained from hitting the small child. "The doctor said that your mother is very ill. The best thing for her would be to remain in bed." He replied. He drew himself away from the child's friendly grasp, he loped over to the doorway. "I'm going away. I'll be back in two weeks. Take care of your mother." He ordered, pulling a slim-looking trench coat over him. "Make sure she doesn't leave the room." He slammed the door shut without uttering a goodbye.
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