A Wonderful Hell
I sang loud and clear the notes my mother taught me, and shed the tears my father gave. They were both entirely incidental; mother would sing herself a sad song every night just to get to sleep, and I watched. Father talked on the phone a lot to his old friends and family. The only time anyone ever called was when someone died, and I watched this, too. We lived a lonely life, not at all poor, but simply cut off from everyone else. I had no human friends, only dogs and birds, and mother and father were sick every other week. My family didn’t like this lifestyle at all, but never tried to change it. Eventually, we just got used to it and lived our lives alone, happy simply to have each other.
Then, when I turned fourteen, my parents caught an unknown virus and died. It was only me after that, so I went off and lived with my last remaining family member. That’s where everything changed, and I would never see my old life again.
Magnificent mountains loomed above me as I stared out the window. The rocky side covered in trees and other various plants reminded me of how amazing nature could be.
“Aren’t they beautiful, Miss Dersi? The thriving wildlife never cease to amaze me,” A young man of about nineteen commented as he drove through curving roads and up the mountains.
“Please, just call me Sri Lana. Miss Dersi makes me feel like a porcelain doll,” I replied in a monotone voice.
At the time, I was being driven to my Aunt Marsie’s house, where I would be living alone with her. Her house was up high in the Rocky Mountains, Colorado, and the closest town was Estes Park, so we still had a ways to go. Once I was there, the man would drop me off, along with all my things in the truck behind us, and leave. Fairly simple, as long as we made in on time.
“So have you been here before?” he asked to try and start some conversation.
“No,” I answered bluntly.
“Have you ever been away from your home?”
“A bit.”
“Where did you go?”
“Places.”
The man sighed in defeat and stayed silent the rest of the drive.
My eyes wandered along the rocks in front of me and occasionally I’d see a bird or two, but not many animals dared come towards the busy road. After a while, though, they opened up to fields hidden amongst the giant mountains, and many more creatures came into view. Herds of elk, a few deer now and then, birds of all shapes and sizes; It was so interesting seeing the different creatures living in this unknown landscape.
We entered a beautiful town and kept going, once again entering the mountains. This time, the road was steeper and had many more curves. I was told earlier that we’d arrive around eight or nine p.m., so there was only about an hour or two left.
I fell asleep and dreamed of back home, mother reading a book in the living room and father feeding our two dogs, Holly and Sky. It must have been a while ago, because Holly and Sky both ran away when I was eleven. I was sitting on the couch watching them, when Holly came over and nudged my hand. Her playful bark brought a smile to my face, and I slid to the ground to play with her. Sky, as usual, wiggled her way in and licked my face. I laughed and threw her ball, and she bounded after it. Then she was gone. Holly saw her ‘sister’ run away and ran after her. Father heard the phone ring and walked off to answer it. I tried to tell mother not to go, but she just smiled and disappeared. Alone; that’s how I’d always be. I couldn’t even cry anymore, so my body simply fell over and sank into the darkness, where I could stop feeling the pain…
“Sri Lana…”
What?
“Sri Lana…”
What do you need from me?
“Sri Lana…”
The last voice had been a lady, and as I opened my eyes cautiously, Aunt Marsie stood above me, smiling down.
“Welcome home, Sri Lana!”
So there's my first little section of book. I hope you liked it! And now, as I feel that my entry is long enough, I shall end here and say thank you, bilo, and ik houd van u! ^_^ heart
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