Into The Darkness - Chapter 1 *Update*

Chapter 1

The keen wind gusts on my bronzed face, feeling like a dozen of needles are stabbing me. I bend my head to protect my visage, but it doesn’t do anything at all. There’s a blizzard coming, a very big one. I look around me and see nothing but the lifeless trees enclosing me.

Earlier today, I was wandering around the city of Roselake and unfortunately, I found myself unable to identify where I was. I shiver at the thought that I might not be able to get home before dusk. I quickly let that terrible thought out of my mind. I’m strong and I’m going to find a way to get home.

As I walk, I can only hear the sound of the snow crunching under my pink boots. My boots are warm, but not warm enough to last many hours outside therefore my feet were getting chilly. The silence of the woodland makes me very nervous.

I begin to lose hope, thinking that the forest was endless. Finding a way out of this maze is like trying to sneeze with your eyes open. All of the trees looked alike and it didn't seem like I was going anywhere.

The feeling of helplessness comes to me again. I miss my parents; Clarence and Josephine. And also my little brother: Stephen. Even though they’re not my biological family, I can’t bear the thought of never seeing them again.

***

Clarence and Josephine adopted me when I was a baby. They’re lesbians thus they can’t make their own kids, However, they often told me that I was everything that they could imagine and that even though we don’t share the same blood, we’re a family and we always will be.

I never felt out of place or depressed about being adopted, I’m actually thankful. There must have been a reason that my birth parents, but me up for adoption. If they didn’t, I would probably not be as happy as I am now.

In my eyes, I have a normal family and I don’t care about the people who disagree. They’re allowed to have their own opinions. I only get frustrated when others try to hurt my family and/or shame us because of it. Even though my parents are lesbian, they are still humans and can love whoever they want.

***

I keep walking, thinking about my parents and Stephen. Finally, I see a house. It’s placed in the woods, which is quite unusual. I’m a bit disappointed that the house isn’t where there’s a lot of civilization.

The minuscule house is made of wood and it surprised me that it was still intact. It seemed pretty ancient and not strong enough to survive the storm. Or even just a lot of rain.

I walk up the stairs to the doorstep and I’m about to knock on the door, but I noticed a little girl at the window. Her face is very pale and she looks no older than ten years old. Her countenance is full of terror as if she just saw the most frightening thing ever. I reconsider my decision about asking the owner of the house for help. Maybe the owner is scaring the child. The maid notices me and she seems relieved. She goes away from the window for a second and then returns with an object in her hand; bright red lipstick. The young lady writes on the window with the lipstick. When she’s done, I could see that she wrote: Help me! I was terrorized by her sentence. Was someone abusing her? Keeping her as a hostage? I didn't have a clue, but I knew what I needed to do. I needed the help that little girl.