Jadyn Cole is in a glass case of emotion (stayawayvamps) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-02-05 17:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-14, jadyn, jaladhi |
how i must seem in your eyes
WHO | Jadyn & Jaladhi
WHERE | Jaladhi’s home
WHEN | Evening
The house was quiet. No one was walking from room to room, no faucets dripped, no boards creaked. The house didn't even groan against the breeze. She woke up alone, darkness and silence her only companions and Jadyn felt the fingers of unease tickle the edge of her thoughts. Everything was still and the silence smothered Jadyn. It choked her, a vice around her throat. Jaladhi, the vampire, was not there for some reason and Jadyn was terrified without her. What if she never came back? What would happen to Jadyn? She couldn’t go outside… Not yet. The only solution to her fear was to find a place and sit there until Jaladhi came home.
She lost track of how long she sat in the corner, alone and waiting for Jaladhi to return. She was incredibly frightened of the exotic looking woman, but Jaladhi had freed her from the chain and the all-consuming darkness of the basement. For that, Jadyn stayed close to her. She owed her. She had no recollection of who or what locked her in the basement, but Jaladhi saved her from that and that was all she was sure of. She held no memories of anyone outside of the walls she knew so well now, except for her son. Occasional flashes of him and a blonde woman would cross her mind, but they were fleeting and she never could hold onto them to really see their faces. She was too weak, too afraid to find her son. Jaladhi was the only thought she could hold onto.
Jadyn licked her lips and stretched her legs forward. The urge to explore the house took over her fear, for once. She rose to her feet and glanced around, half expecting Jaladhi to materialize out of the air. She moved forward through the house, her steps timid and soft. She knew the living room and kitchen by heart, but there was a closed door that intrigued her. She had never seen inside of that room. She approached the door and swallowed as she twisted the knob, shocked when it gave way rather than resist and click against the lock. She pushed forward into the room.
It took several minutes for Jadyn’s eyes to adjust to the darkness and she didn’t move until she could see. She thought briefly about flipping the light switch, but the idea of filling the room with light did not sit well with her. She spent so much time in darkness as of late that anything harsher than the dim lamplight of the living room almost hurt. Jadyn stepped into the room and her foot brushed up against the corner of something firm but not altogether hard, like a board of some sort. Her clumsiness caused the thing to fall over onto her foot. and she crouched down to pick it up. She realized that it was canvas and she turned it over to examine the artwork on the front.
Charcoal, she mused as a bit of it smeared under her thumb. Smudging it did not ruin the integrity of the piece, thankfully. It was a stunning portrait, although it seemed strange to her. She couldn’t quite place why. Across the canvas was the sketch of a woman with dark hair stretched along the floor as she slept. The woman seemed almost familiar until Jadyn’s eyes found her ankles. Her heart sank and she subconsciously rubbed the place around her ankle where the chain had rubbed the skin raw. Looking around in the darkness, she could make out silhouettes of other canvasses of varying sizes. She pushed the on in front of her aside and scrambled over to another stack. The light from outside of the room revealed many more portraits, each of the same woman, but in different positions. There were even some of her screaming.
Me. They’re all of me.