Kaya's Walls Pt. 4

Kaya awoke positive that everything from the night before had been a dream. She ate cereal for breakfast. Lucky charms as usual. She took careful attention to save the marshmallows for last and to eat them in colour order. She always ate them like that.
She grabbed the book off the livingroom floor and brought it to the kitchen. She sat on her favourite red chair kicking her legs as she read. She had painted the chair herself when she was ten years old. Her parents had gotten a new kitchen table and chairs, but Kaya had wanted to keep the old chairs she her parents let her keep one. She painted red and it sat at one end of the table by itself.
Kaya sat reading the book for most of the morning. She had gotten into the book a lot. It was about a family of four kids who were growing up locked in an attic. It was really sad and she couldn't bring herself to put it down. She even brought it into the bath with her.
She was almost through the book, when she found herself too tired to keep reading. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom and changed for bed. She wasn't even sure why she bothered to dress herself in the monrnings in the first place. It wasn't like she ever left the house. She had even stopped checking the mail.
She went to bed wishing she had brought the book upstairs with her. That way she could read it when she woke up before even getting out of bed. "Oh well," she mumbled to herself before drifting off.
The next morning, Kaya awoke to find the book, "Flowers in the Attic", on top of her blankets. "How did that get there?" She asked out loud, not expecting a reply.
"I put it there for you".
"Who are you?" Kaya screamed jumping out of bed.
"Don't you remember me from the other night?" The voice replied. "Don't be scared, I only want to be your friend," it continued.
Kaya wasn't even sure what to think. She stood against the wall shaking in her red pajamas. She creeped slowly into a corner and sat down. She felt embarrassed that someone was in her room when her hair was a mess and she wans't dressed. "Where are you hiding?" she eventually asked.
"Hiding?" it questioned, "I'm not hiding" came the voice.
"Then why can't I see you?" Kaya blurted out with her green eyes darting around the room to inspect every inch.
"Oh, but you can child. I am all around you" boomed the voice, getting louder.
"b..b..but" Kaya stammered.
"But what? I am your walls."
"I must be crazy. I'm going back to bed."
Kaya shook her head and climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over her head. She tried to ocnvince herself that it was a dream and that she would wake up in the morning and everything would be normal again. Not that things were normal to begin with. They hadn't been for a while.

Kaya's Walls Pt.3

The first few weeks of summer went by suprisingly fast. Each morning Kaya awoke feeling more and more strange, and less and less like herself. Her father had begun to spend more and more time with his friend from work, who she later learned was named Janice. Kaya hated that name, and ironically didn't like Janice too much either. Soon her father was staying out with Janice all day and Kaya was home alone every day and sometimes overnight.
She passed her time sitting on the floor. She liked the way the carpet felt on her hands and legs. On really hot days she would sit in the kitchen or in the bathroom. The tiles were cool on her skin. She had respect for floors, as if they had feeling. You could always find her alone, on the floor, staring at the walls. It was almost like a ritual.
She ate less and less each day, and rarely saw her father. She knew that he came home occasionally because the dishes would be done and there would be food in the cupboards, but she was always asleep when he came. She figured soon enough he would forget she existed. Janice was all that mattered to him now.
Kaya wrote in her journal less and less. She began to write less and less in general. Papers no longer cluttered her room, and her journal was in a drawer she rarely opened. She hadn't talked to anyone in over two weeks. She decided to go to a nearby park.
She sat on the swing. She pumped her feet forwards and backwards until she was soaring so high that the chains jerked in her hands when she came down. She had always loved swings. They were her way of flying. Soon enough though she got tired of swinging and came to a stop, kicking up sand as she slowed herself to do so.
She came home shortly after seven and sat on the livingroom floor to read a book she had found in her father's room a few days before. As she went to open the book she heard someone call her name. It was a very quiet and weak voice, but in such a silent house, it wasnt hard for Kaya to hear it. She rolled over on the floor and looked around but saw noone in sight. She decided to ignore it and went back to the book.
"Kaya..." came the voice again. She was sure that she ahd heard it this time. She stood up and walked to the kitchen. There wasn't anyone in sight. She cecked the washroom and the bedrooms and looked out the windows. The voice was too quiet to be outside anyways.
She began to tremble when she heard the voice call to her for the third time. It sounded like it was coming from all around her. She ran back to the livingroom and sat on the carpet again. She held the carpet tight between her fingers. Her knuckles were turning white and her gaze was straight forward on the wall. It appeared that she was just staring, almost scared. "Hello." She said. A long pause went by.
"Hello, child..." came the reply after a few minutes.
Kaya passed out on the floor.

Kaya's Walls Pt. 2

Kaya awoke in the morning feeling strange. She wasn't sick, but she wasn't feeling like herself either. She felt her head for a fever just in case, but found nothing. She got out of bed and got ready. She walked to school quickly, excited that it was her last exam day. School had never been too hard for her. She was an excellent English student and her math skills weren't terrible either.
The math room was a cold room. Kaya sat in her chair shivering and couldn't remember the last time she had been so cold in the summer. She began to think that maybe she was sick. The exam was handed out and Kaya wrote her name at the top. She took her time writing her name because she always felt that names were everything. The time passed very quickly as Kaya began.
She sat in her desk looking down at the paper in front of her. She knew that she had the ability to complete the assignment, but something kept her from doing it. She felt almost unable to lift her arm. She looked at the clock. There were only ten minutes left before she had to hand in the exam papers. Her eyes clouded over and she lost herself in the moment. Within that ten minutes, she managed to write over 15 poems and doodles all over the papers. She hadn't even meant to do it. "What has come over me?" She asked herself as the teacher took the paper. She ran out the door and all the way to her house. She collapsed on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
When she awoke it was supper time. She had slept most of the day away. She came downstairs expecting to see her father making supper like he did every day, or atleast every day since her mother had passed away, but he wasn't there. The phone was flashing so Kaya went and listed to the message.
"Hey, you. How was your exam? I'm sure it went great. I won't be home for supper tonight. I'm going on a date with a lady from work. There is some Kraft Dinner in the cupboard. You can make that for supper. I won't be out too late. Have a good night!" Kaya went and sat at the kitchen table and just stared at the wood grain. She had made her own supper before when her parents had gone out, but she didn't feel like doing it this night in particular.
She sat there in silence for a few minutes listening to the clock tick. She eventually stood up, realizing that she had never taken off her shoes. She had even slept in them. The broken shoelace hung down rubbing the floor as she walked. She took her shoes off and sat on the livingroom floor. She loved floors. She eventually fell asleep on the carpet after what seemed liked hours of silence had passed. The small body lay in a heap on the floor, moving up and down slowly as she breathed. She trembled slightly in her sleep, like a cool breeze from her window was blown her blanket away, but it wans't cold in the livingroom. Infact, it was 75 degrees in that area of the house. For the first night that year, Kaya didn't write in her journal.

Kaya's Walls

I found my story posted on an old message board of mine. I realized I liked what I had written and I'm gonig to keep most of it. I am going to change it a bit though I think. But maybe not. Either way, my work on Kaya's Walls begins here.

The ground was piling with rain drops. The rain was coming down so hard that it almost looked like someone was pouring buckets on the city. Everything was soaked and water was running off of all of the buildings.
A small girl ran down the street, ducking under roofs to avoid soaking her shirt. She had her school work in her hands and she could see her homework running on the pages. She scrambled to the corner and waited in desperation for the light to change.
"Need a lift?" A man yelled from his window as he pulled up to the curb.
"N..n..no," The young girl said shaking. She stuttered to get the word out and ran across the street as soon as the car pulled away. Her shoes were clicking on the sidewalk as she ran and her one wet shoelace was swinging up and tapping her ankle. She hated that broken shoelace. Her shoes never stayed tied.
As soon as the girl reached the porch of her house she heard her father call "Kaya, where have you been? It's nearly 10:30 at night and it's pouring outside. You didn't come home for supper." He sounded stern, but with worry in his voice.
"I...I..." She didn't want to tell him that she had been in the forest. That she had been writing stories there again, even though she knew it was dangerous there.
"Supper's on the table." Her father said returning to the chair where he had been sitting. It was an old chair. The green had slightly faded, and the leather was torn in random places. It no longer reclined like it had when Kaya was younger. Kaya's father sat on the chair and stared at the television, watching what appeared to be, the news.
Kaya sat down on the red kitchen chair and kicked her feet back and forth. She picked up the fork that had been placed on the table and began to eat her cold pasta. It really lacked any taste, so Kaya covered it with salt.There were very few foods Kaya liked. Pasta was one of the few. She ate is slowly, and trudged up to her room.
Things didn't used to be like this. Kaya used to be happy. Ever since she moved though, things had been bad. She spent all of her time writing and keeping to herself. Her mother died the year before, when Kaya was 13, and her and her father had moved. She left her friends behind, and now had only her dad.
The small girl with wisps of brown hair grabbed her brush. Kaya's hair rarely changed. The thin brown strands hung around limply. They followed her motions and swept the air, but never had any purpose. Somedays, she wanted to cut it all off. Somehow she managed to talk herself out of it. She brushed it slowly looking at the mirror. "Only one more day of this life, and I swear, I'll kill myself." She mumbled. She didn' mean it though.
Kaya set down her brush and changed for bed. Once she was ready, she climbed into her bed and wrote in her journal. She always wrote in ehr journal. It was a small pink notebook with a ribbon tied around it. The ribbon was frayed, and the word "Journal" could barely be made out on the front anymore. She finished her writing and tossed the book and a pencil on the floor and went to sleep.