The Mansion {Madres Mansion}

The heat I feel makes my entire body feel as though I have been dipped in water, but the smell that fills my nose makes it well known that this is not water. The fact that I can breathe makes it clear that I am not underwater.

I slowly pull my heavy eyelids up to my equally heavy eyes. My vision is at first blur but slowly begins to get cleared.

My gaze is first to meet by my white dress~that's now not so white. Rumpled and unsettled on my laps. I feel my headbanging and the brass smell of blood fills my nose.

Being a runner in school, and having sustained many injuries, I know what blood smells like~ at least my blood. odd?.

I slowly raise my head as it's hanging over my laps. My eyes are welcomed by darkness but as soon as they adjust to the darkness, I begin to make sense of the room~atleast a little.

All that's before me is a door. Probably wooden, I can't make out much as the dominant theme of this room currently is darkness. I lift my head and I am almost blinded by the light bulb hanging over my head. It's the only form of light in here.

I look to my left and I find a little bed on an iron bed carrier. More like the ones you see in prisons. Am I in jail!?. What did I do!?. I look to my right and I see a rocking chair. And that's just it. All that's in this room.

I can at least tell that the room is painted pink. And... Is... Do I see blood on the wall!!?.

Fear suddenly grips me as this very scenario reminds me of a story 'Mommy's House' by z0mbies I read this story some days back. And now I feel like I am in the same story. What's going on!?.

I try to get up and only then do I realize that I have been tied to the chair on which I am sitting. What on earth is going on!?. I struggle with the chair taking care not to alert anyone around. Especially those responsible for my current state. Although I have no idea who is behind this.

My heart begins pounding furiously and fear begins to hold every single sense in my body. Is Harry responsible for this!?

Let me think back on what happened earlier this night. Maybe... just maybe I could connect some dots.

I close my eyes and let my head roll back as I try to picture earlier this night. But then the door begins to the creek. It is opening so slowly one would doubt a person is responsible for its movement. Anyways, I am ready to lash out at Harry once he Steps through that door. He can't go about things this way. What the hell was he thinking!?. What if he went about things this way I would forgive him!?... He...

My thoughts are caught in my throat once I see who or what just came into the room. I practically chock on my thoughts!? ~ yeah. I choked on my Thoughts, not words!. That's how scared this image made me!. I am choking but am too scared to cough.

What did I see? This image, thing, person, animal, or creature~ I'll go with the creature, is dressed in a black robe. A long robe at that. So long it follows him, her, it... Whatever this is, on the floor behind and around it. It has a hood that covers most of its face but its crooked and long nose could be seen. This nose has a black mole on it. A really big Ikky one.

Its eyes, dark and beady. Although staring at me, seem so dark and distant as though the use of those eyes is beyond normal understanding.

This creature keeps moving closer to me. But you know that point in your life when you want to scream but every single muscle in your body seems dead and fear has the upper hand?. If you don't know what this feels like, trust me, you are very lucky~ I mean very.

With long bony fingers and dark nails that are equally long, this creature cuts the ropes holding me bound to my seat. Should I push it and run?. Hell no! There could be a dozen more out there.

It looks at me and I can't tell if it's smiling or smirking. So much confidence! It discharges a feeling of dominion. Like this is its home.

If my life is about to be anything like the kids from the story 'Mommy's House' I read, death please do the honor of taking me now.

The creature slowly but nothing near gracefully walks out of the room. Quietly letting the door shut behind it.

I am left alone in this small creepy room and I don't even know if to stand or remain sitting.

The possibility of Harry being behind this drops....a bit, but it's still there.

Hey, my name is Deborah. And you are about to follow me on a journey of how my life went from a cute daydream to a horrid nightmare after just one night.

Welcome to THE MANSION, where every child has a story.

Not long after I had been set free.. Ish, the creature returns to the room, and without exchanging words, it wraps its bony and cold fingers around my left upper arm and pulls me towards the door. Normally, I would have yanked my hand out of such grip. But dare me to do so now.

All I hear is silence and my breathing.

Whatever is happening, I can't make sense of and Harry for his good should soon put an end to this madness if this is his handwork. Of course, it is! Who else would kidnap me and tie me up in a room? I have wronged no one! Not even him. Ugh!

Once I step out of the room, I am welcomed by a cold breeze. The corridor is a bit dark but I keep following this creature as it pulls and tugs at my arm to indicate when to stop, move or turn.

Not long after, we approach a very long and empty hallway brightly lit with the orange glow from candles. With dried leaves all over and windows on both sides. Well since I left that room.. cell... prison... Whatever you may want to call it, I haven't seen a single creature. Well, asides from the one holding on to my arm.

Should I attempt escape? Oh, who am I kidding!?. I don't even know where I am and for all I care, I may be jumping from pan, into the fire.

I continue the long, dreadful, and awfully quiet journey down this hallway that feels to be kilometers long. My dress is a total mess. Dirty and ripped. I am sure I look like a street kid.

The breeze blows and dust gets caught in my nostrils. I sneeze and use my hands to cover my mouth. Only then do I feel the blood on my lips. I'm hurt!? I'm hurt! Oh, Harry, you have outdone yourself this time.

And what's up with this creep!? How could a creature stay so quiet for so long!?. It's been only a few minutes and my throat feels like it's about to rip. First, I need water and more importantly, I need to speak!.

Just when I thought this dreadful journey was over, we approach a fleet of stairs. A fleet so long it looks like the passageway to the future. Oh common!

I want to ask, no. I need to ask questions. Harry is fucking wrong going about things this way. He is only making matters worst. I most definitely can't forgive him for what he did.

I suddenly recall the earlier hours of this night and anger flows through my veins causing me to suddenly stop in my tracks and this sudden interruption in the creature's steps isn't something it likes as I feel its fingers tighten around my arm.

"Did Harry put you up to this? " I ask the creature in an unsure voice. I am angry, but also scared.

The creature doesn't turn nor reply. It simply begins to pull my hand trying to resume movement. What!? No way. No answer, no movement!.

"Did Harry send you!? " I ask this time with much more authority than intended in my voice.

With reflexes so sharp and sudden, so fast I doubt their human. This creature turns to face me. It doesn't speak but bores holes into me with its eye's and I hear an abdominal growl. Its grip on my arm intensifying. So much so it felt as though one more squeeze would cost me my arm.

Yup! That's enough to get me moving.

My anger is instantly replaced with fear.

Oh, Harry, you don't know how much more you just made me hate you.

We keep moving in silence as I look at the back of this creature's black hood. It reminds me of the movie Harry Potter.

I try to get my mind off the fear that's eating me up and focus on the sounds of the dry leaves crunching under my foot.

We finally get to the bottom of the steps and after about three more minutes, I am faced by a gigantic old door.

Did I forget to mention this building looks like an old, abandoned Gothic castle!?.

If I didn't, well I just did.

Standing before this door, my anger bars are fully charged, ready to discharge on Harry as soon as I sight him in the room behind this door.

But once this door is open, only then do I realize that Harry is the least of my problems. This is the point where I realize my life is about to take a nasty turn down a horrible lane.

The door opens with the loudest and most unbearable creaking sound ever. Standing before me are about a hundred more beings with the same dress code and physic as the creature holding on to me. Thank God I didn't try to escape. I thought there could be dozens!?.. There are hundreds!

The creature reduces its tight grip on my arm and carefully ushers me into this coven. Hall... You get the point~ right?.

Goosebumps cover my entire body. Something seems off and this is the worst feeling I have felt in a long time. The last time I felt like this was when I was left in an elevator by my mother. It was an accident and I was just eight years old when that happened. But now, this is more intense and worse.

I climb up on the... Podium? And stand before the other creatures. I don't make a move from where the creature left me and I watch in silence as it walks towards its fellow... Creatures.

I look to my right and the sight nearly gives me a heart attack. I practically feel my lungs cling to each other. It takes a lot for me not to gasp. There are over a hundred... Oh, who am I kidding!?.. There are definitely above five hundred children before me. Some my age, some younger and some older.

I thought I looked like a street kid!? They look worst!. They look like HIV malnourished patients. Am I going to join them!?. Oh God, this turning out to be 'Mommy's house'. Harry couldn't have pulled this off, could he?.. Where would he get the money!?..

My heart begins to pound as these people bore holes into my skin with their eyes. Looking so intensely one would feel they could see through me.

A figure emerges from the midst of the creatures. Walking gracefully towards me. It wasn't till it got close enough that I realized it is a woman.

A creepy woman. Her face as white and plain as snow, her lips red as blood she also has a hood on. Covering every part of her head and body but her hands and face. But the most alarming is her eyes. They are somehow as red as blood but you still see red flames in them. Looking at her, I picture the cartoon snow white wearing red riding hoods hood. Bit this time, black and long. Imagine her eyes as red and intense as you can.

"Welcome," she says smiling. Her voice having a strong filling of dominion in it. Her voice calm, soothing but yet unsettling at the same time.

I don't know how to respond so I just stand there with an expressionless face.

"Welcome my darling daughter," she says again, smiling and coming close to me.

'My darling daughter!? ' this is turning into the story ' mommy's house' did I get jinxed by reading the book!?... No, no, no. I can't survive what Bella did. I would die in a day. Hell no!. God, what's happening??.

She suddenly embraces me and the odor she is emitting causes my eyes to sting. So much so, they begin to water. It smells like a coat that is damp and not properly dried, then add the smell of blood to that, then add that of sweat, and then rain, and then dust, and leaves and a whole bunch of other stuff. Believe me when I say she smells worst than a dead rat. Doesn't she know what perfumes and rollon are!?

I suddenly hear something. The same sound you hear in Chinese movies when a sword is being drawn. And within the twinkle of an eye, a fist full of my brown hair is with her!.. She cut my hair to shoulder length!!!.... How dare she! It took five whole months to grow that. Five relentless months of conditioning and taming!.

Anger pumps through my system and I charge towards her. Immediately I do so, I hear the kids gasp and the creatures all come at me at once!.. They stop in sync when she raises her hand. She signals them to return to their position and they do just that.

"How dare you do that!? " I scream at her. My thin finger pointing at her.

"My dear Sonia, you have always been a feisty one. That's one of the reasons I like you," she replies smirking.

"But you need to calm down now. This is my mansion. And here is nothing like the outside world" she replies looking me In the eye with a face void of emotions.

Suddenly, she takes hold of my arm which was pointing at her and she places hot metal on it. The same metal that had been in the fire on the table all along. I scream the loudest I probably ever have In my whole life as I feel the pain shoot through my entire body. I watch with tears in my eyes, my skin clings to the metal as she pulls it off. Leaving a mark like that of the letter eight lying down on my arm.

"That's your identity dear, never forget that" she states pointing at the bleeding mark.

Angry flows through me so much so it affects my sight. With wild, mad steps I fling myself at her throwing the bowl of hot coal on her body. The coal burns the coat but seems to not affect her. She looks at me with anger and suddenly a smirk creeps onto her face.

"I love your bravery dear daughter. One of the things that attracted me to you " she says as she waves her hand over her coat. Instantly mending the holes the coals caused on it.

"But that's no way to treat your mother! " she screams as she raises her hand in my direction. Instantly, I begin to feel the walls of my throat closing. Making it hard for me to breathe. Wild vibration takes over my body as it feels as though my lungs are about to explode. It feels as though my brain is about to erupt. My sight and hearing become faints as blood begins to escape my nose and mouth.

"Stop!! " I hear a male voice call and instantly, my body system returns to normal. I lay on the floor. Tears escaping my eyes as I mercilessly gasp for air.