No matter how many times Elliot looked at herself in the mirror, the ghostly apparel that she wore never once failed to amaze her. She tilted her head a little to the side as she smirked in the space, as if her mind finally started to play tricks on her again.
'Hmmm Hmmm Hm Hm Hm Hmmmmmmmm'
She again tilted her head, now to the other side of the mirror and hummed the same melody afresh, as if trying to communicate with what remained on the other side of the world, the shadows in the dark, and once she thoroughly examined the much concentrated aura near her, she once again went back to looking at herself in the mirror.
'Oh my darling, Oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You were lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorrow, Clementine'
The feeling of utter satisfaction showed on her face as she motioned herself a little closer to the mirror, close enough for her lips to touch the mirror and kiss her very own reflection. She kept singing the sorrow filled phrases again and again until she again went back and kissed the mirror. Her pale, bruised hands reached out to the dirty mirror and slowly grazed every part of it, as Elliot steadily moved her slender fingers leaving adamant finger prints behind on what was left of the shabby mirror from the 80s, left to her by her mother as her only keepsake. The rest of the things her mother and Elliot have ever owned were sold off by her very own father and step mother, since hiding her existence was one of their very transpicuous goals. The more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more it reminded her of her dead mother.
'Mom always used to tell Elliot that she is a precious child,
That no other child was as precious as Elliot,
And that no human life amounted to being as precious as Elliot's.'
Elliot inhaled, then exhaled as she started hearing the foot steps of someone brutal and.... how can she put it? Brutal and simply ugly, nothing less nothing more. She covered the mirror with a dusty white cloth, positioning herself in a suitable place, the same place she was slapped so mercilessly by her father. All the while she was waiting for the wild bear to appear, she calmly sat in front of the door, perfectly on her knees as she waited for the calamity to take place. Had she been in a fantasy novel, the title of lord of calamity would surely be inherited by her father. But then again, what would that leave her mother and sister? The step-demons? Or maybe the infamous bitchy incubus? And finally, the wait was over. The door banged open revealing a very unpleasant site, Her entire 'family' stood in front of her, like the scene you'll sometimes watch in a fancy household drama movie.
'Hello, Daddy.' Elliot grinned so brightly at the mere site of danger as she comprehended what was about to happen. More victim blaming? Or maybe some more beating but with a more thicker stick this time? She smiled and smiled and smiled, sending shivers down her step sister's spine.
Lizzy: 'Oh daddy, Lizzy is so so so scared.'
Her whimpers were like music to Elliot's ears as she smiled in satisfaction, remembering again and again the kind of chilling effect she has on both her mother and sister, but even that chilling effect won't stop them from being the bitches that they are. Its hard to let go of old habits and Elliot knew that for her step mother and sister, being the bitches and greedy crows was one of those. To Elliot, both of the familiar strangers were like crows, they both were ugly and greedy and as annoying as possible.
Nobody knows what went wrong, but the Elliot that sent shivers down her family's spine, suddenly was nowhere to be seen, as what sat in front of them now was just a mere 14 years old girl, sobbing continuously due to the fear instilled deep inside her heart. She did not wanted to be beaten, she in fact wanted to be loved the same way her mother loved her and the same way her father dotted on her the way he dots on her new step sister now. At this dangerous moment, she wanted nothing more than the comforting arms of her mother as she peacefully place her head on her warm lap. Elliot suddenly turned around, moving in circles as she searched for the warm lap that would give her the warmth she desired, but to her dismay, it was nowhere to be found.
By this point, the giant boar had enough of Elliot's little movements and wanted to get more closer to her, but his wife gently held his arm as she pressed it against her chest. Being young sure gives you a lot of benefits and tactics to seduce a stupid old man. The man immediately stopped in his tracks as he looked over to his lovely young wife who made it quite blatant the fear and hatred she had for the 'thing' inside her house.
Dad: 'Listen here you dirty little rat, three days from now you'll be sent to the orphanage in the countryside and then, you'll be gone for good. Devils like you are best kept at a distance rather than making you live in the same house as us.'
In all those years that her mother was alive and well, Elliot listened to all of the stories she had to tell her, ranging from beautifully written fairytales to the more reality oriented stories of what goes around the world with kids who's parents give up on them. She knew even if the entire world came crashing down on her, her mother would still be by her side, always there to protect her even if her father was busy having an affair. Elliot, as confusing as she maybe, thought that no matter what her father did, she would never hate him, because to her, her father was a godly figure who brought her into this god forsaken world together with her mother. In the eyes of young Elliot, she was the sole result of her parents unwavering love that seemed to be lost deep within the graveyards, together with her mother. She was clueless as to how her mother died, but one moment she was there, and the other she was just lying lifeless near the front porch, stabbed to death by a sharp knife.
According to Elliot, she was being a good and bright child when she didn't even flinch at the site of her loving mother's dead body on the floor. She was proud of her actions and knew her father would compliment her too if she stayed the same bright and precious child that her mother told her she was. Comprehending the tense situation at hand, there was only one thing Elliot thought she should do in order to remain in the household.
Beg.
Beg until her knees are bleeding.
Beg until her mouth is dry and her throat is parched.
She gently placed herself in a position that caught her father's attention, and with little sobs escaping her mouth and her ears ringing, she lowered her head, enough for it to touch the ground. And there it was, the immense glitching in her head, her thoughts and emotions jumbling up and her senses slowly going instinct. Now, after much hard work and thought, there it was, the anger and pride of the unfortunate Elliot. She stood back up, hate unconcealed in her eyes. With one last movement from her, she fixated her eyes on to the woman near her father, then her father and lastly, her sister. She wished her mother was there too, standing right beside the people in front of her that she hated with all her life. Enough for her to destroy herself for. But today, she knew that the one who would be destroyed would not be her, but them who make her out to be a pain in the ass, and a psycho at that. Elliot revolved her mind and made up another goal in her foggy mind. She wanted the world to know. To know everything these monsters have done to her up until now. Fourteen or not, she wanted to go out in to the world and let everybody else know she was there, present and living, finding a new reason everyday to survive in a world that gave her no blessings.
The oh so happy life that she thought she had before the bitches arrived, was it really the same that little Elliot perceived it to be? She is a girl of wild imaginations, but she knew for sure she does not hallucinate because why would she? She and all the other Elliot's knew what was right and what was wrong, and to her, as long as she could identify between all those rights and wrongs, it meant that she was still close to sanity, the sanity she so badly wanted to get rid of. She soon saw the backs of three merciless monsters as they exited the room, and there it was again, the lonely and sad Elliot. She curled up in one corner of the room, scanning the room as though she had never been there before, and before she knew it, she closed her eyes as she slowly drifted off to sleep in a land she proudly called her own.