From a world where her kind is hunted down, she made her escape to a place out of time and space. To ensure her safety, Eleanor woke up with no memories of her past, covered in bruises, in a strange castle. As she struggles to put together the piece...
„Sleep now, my child", a hoarse voice whispered as I sank deeper into the cloudy mist that crept its way into my continence, slowly dulling the ache in my head and back.
„You'll wake in a saver place, far away, where the terrors of this world will only be an old, faded memory." My whole body was trembling and I had trouble breathing, as if something hard closed around my chest and arms.
The last thing I heard, before the darkness overruled everything else, was my own scream, ringing in my ears.
I awoke with a throbbing headache. Blinking confusedly at the unfamiliar surroundings unfolding before me. I stretched my aching muscles, feeling tender and sore in all sorts of places.
I swung my legs out of bed and curled my toes into the warm softness of the sheepskin on the floor. Dizziness making me sway for a moment. I stood, carefully.
Four floor length windows pointed to a terrace. A soft breeze made the sheer curtains gently flow. Their white and pastel green color is complimenting the wallpaper with delicate flowers in rosé and green.
The white painted wooden floor held a large dresser, a vanity with an oval mirror and a writing desk, next to a well stocked bookcase.
In the center of the spacious room stood the enormous bed, its white iron frame entwining in opulent designs. Two bedside tables with matching glass lamps standing on either side. Two doors were facing the left side of the bed. I opened one of them.
The morning light shone through a prettily colored glass window to reveal a bathroom with a white free standing tub with golden legs and faucets, on black and white tiles. A round porcelain sink sat on a dresser of painted wood with a vase of flowers, above a large golden oval mirror. I held onto both sides of the sink, startled by my reflection. A fading green and yellow bruise covered part of the left side of my face, leaving it tender to the touch. Dark shadows under my eyes and hollow cheeks, framed by straggly hair.
More fading bruises on my arms and legs. I lifted the hem of the nightdress to reveal a long, fresh scar on my left thigh. The pounding in my head made it hard for me to concentrate.
Where was I and why was I here? My clouded mind slowly put together some pieces. I was sent here. to be save. Save from what? Blurred memories I couldn't quite grasp raced trough my head.
The room looked vaguely familiar. This must be my Uncles house. James Ashcroft, my mothers step brother. He inherited it upon my Grandmothers death. Whom I had never personally met. Although I've been here before. I had spent an summer here when I was seven. When my Grandma was still alive. When Mom was still alive. Cold sweat began to gather on my forehead. I pinched my eyes shut. Concentrating on my breathing, I counted to three before I opened them again. Focus. Its alright You're here for a reason. I took another deep breath before I looked for a towel.
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