The Darkest Window

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Apolgising in advance for bad formatting, am on my ipad sorry!

Submitted: July 26, 2012

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Her heart dropped as she stared up at the vacant house, towering miles above her. The door creaked open, sunlight licking at the dark carpet that obviously hadn't seen the sun for a long while. Her vision was hazy until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She stepped into the dark abyss, her eyes lingering over the dusty furniture as she scanned the untouched darkness.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * It had been three years since the unfortunate death of Isabelle's parents. They had been living in the new house for a few short months before both were struck with an unknown illness, which proved to be fatal. Isabelle was just 11 at the time.  She had not wanted to leave the house, somehow she felt strangely attached to it, and feared that leaving the house would mean leaving her parents. And so she was to live a lonely life, as no one would dare to come near the house fearing it was haunted and her pale skinned body was merely an apparition.

She lived in solitude for many years, without a friend in the world.She whiled away her days, watching the world float by through the lonesome window in the drawing room. She lived this way for many years until one day, as she was staring out the dark window she became aware of a barely audible rustling from downstairs. Intrigued as to who or what was making the noise, she tottered down the stairs trembling from the cold wind that blew through the gaps in the decrepit, old house as the storm raged on outside. 

She reached the bottom of the stairs, and uncovered the source of the muffled sneezes. She lifted the dusty, worn rug to reveal an innocent sleeping child. The child's pale skin was coated in dirt and debris, her light cobalt dress was torn up the side, and covered in dirt. She awoke at the slightest touch, and coughed a most gruesome sounding cough. The child's mousey brown hair fell around her face, and her startling blue eyes were filled with tears and fear.

The girls cheeks were stained with tears, much like her own had been when her parents had died. She felt a pang of sadness in her heart, as the child explained that her parents had died a year ago and she had been living on the streets ever since.  Isabelle saw the girl as a younger version of herself, and brought it upon herself to care for the child, much like a sister.

And so they lived together for a few months, getting to know each other, supporting each other. Isabelle appreciated Millie's company, as she had been alone for many years, and she loved having someone to talk to. She knew that she would always have a little place in her heart for the little girl. They lived this way for five months until Millie came down with an unknown illness much like Isabelle's  parents. Her eyes became red and puffy, her throat itched and her head pounded like a drum. Isabelle couldn't help but feel responsible, if she hadn't asked her to stay then perhaps the poor child may not have become ill. Because of this she felt it was her duty to venture outside the house, to get medicine for Millie. 

So the very next day she ventured cautiously out of the house, something she had not done for almost 5 years.She tottered over to the pharmacy and scanned the endless shelves for any sign of the correct medicine. She finally found the red labeled, fruit flavoured syrup, and gasped as she noticed the price. There was no way she could afford that. But she knew that she had to get this medicine to Millie, and fast before the little girl perished just as her parents had done all those years ago.

She grasped her long thin fingers around the glass bottle, clutching it close to her body before placing it cautiously in her coat pocket. Her eyes darted back and forth, she couldn't stop them even though she knew it looked suspicious.  She slunk out the door and began to run, but she soon felt a rough hand on her shoulder and pulled her backwards. She hung her head in shame, before looking up at the man, whose stern eyes pierced through her making her tremble in fear. He escorted her to the police office, where she was proven to have stolen the medicine and was then placed in a prison cell for two weeks.

The entire time there was only one thing on her mind, Millie. Was she alright? Was she even still alive? After the two weeks she was let out, and she ran all the way home. She didn't know what to expect, but she didn't have high expectations. She nudged the cracked door and it opened with a squeal. She dashed inside and rushed to the bedroom, where she had left Millie weeks ago. But there was no sign of her, she darted all around the dilapidated old house searching for her. But no luck. She did happen to find a small piece of paper with Isabelle printed clearly on front.  She opened the note and glanced at its contents, before rushing to the Winford hospital. The note had said that a lady named Mrs Crawford had found Millie and taken her to the hospital, and that as soon as Isabelle got back she should go there, and so off she went, galloping down the road.

She arrived shortly at the hospital and found her way to Millie's room where the child lay sleeping in the bed,her pale cheeks flaring a deep crimson. Isabelle sat patiently in the plush arm chair, waiting for Millie to awaken so she could give her a mighty hug, and apologise for leaving her. When Millie woke up she was instantly tangled in Isabelle's body as they embraced, Isabelle expressing her deepest apologies in between sobs. Millie was in hospital for a few months until she finally recovered, and Isabelle took her home. 

The two of them decided to fix up the house and they spent the next few years fixing the gaps in the walls, repainting the walls bright reds and yellows, and re-furnishing the house with the money Isabelle got from working at the corner store. After a few years the house was finished, and it looked more lovely than Isabelle could remember. But the three storey house was far to big for just the two of them, so Isabelle decided that they should adopt an orphaned child from the orphanage in town. A few weeks later they wandered over to the orphanage and adopted two of the most gorgeous red headed four year olds you could ever have seen. There fiery, tangles of red hair danced across their upper backs as they tottered around. There emerald green eyes sparkled as the sun reflected against them. Their pale freckled cheeks flared a rosy red.  The twins were a great addition to the family, and the house soon enough became a home to the four children and the new puppy they had adopted, whose hazelnut coloured fur complimented his brilliant blue-grey eyes. Isabelle's life had had many misfortunes and nothing had really seemed to go her way. But now her luck had seemed to change, she had a big lovely house to call her home, a big family with a sweet little puppy and 3 kids to care for and love. For once in her life things seemed to be looking up, and hopefully the world will keep treating right.


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