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.
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.
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