The Cold ones. Part 1, In two worlds.

Ellie's POV: I rode my bicycle through the mundane hustle and bustle of the town, on my way to work… or as I like to call it, my one peaceful sanctuary that I immerse myself in to escape the boredom of my life. I pushed open the heavy wooden door that led into the town’s library. It had been one of the first places to have been built and has been around for generations with stacks and rows of books from floor to ceiling. It used to be wildly popular according to my mum, but most days I’m here, the only ones that seem to come in now are kids and teenagers that still attend school. They come to us to know more about our history, our land or poetry and for most girls…homemaking.Apart from me and Andrea Collins, the energetic and hopeless romantic who oversaw everything within these walls, no one else seemed to have a passion for this place anymore. When I was still attending school, as soon as the bell rang for home time, this is where I’d spend most of my evenings, reading book after

“Is there anything else you’d like me to do before I go?” I asked Andrea, who was currently so engrossed in sorting the accounts she probably didn’t even realise how long she’d been sitting there. I started work six hours ago and apart from a quick lunch break, she hadn’t moved.“Oh, uh Ellie, sorry I didn’t even know you were still here. What time is it?” “It’s 6.15pm, you’ve been at those books all afternoon!”“I know” She sighed as she leant back tiredly in her chair.“Well, I have thirty minutes left of my shift, but I could stay longer if you need some help”.“No, no, it’s fine. But if you could just get out all of the solar system displays for the class that’s coming tomorrow and set it up in the kid’s corner, it’ll save me having to come in early”. “Of course, I’ll get on that now… Are you sure there’s nothing else I can help you with?” “It’s ok Ellie, honestly, I’ll do this last bit and we’ll lock up together. I have a date to go home and get ready for”.“A date? You mean w

I led still, my body stiff and tense on the hard bed. I vaguely remember dragging myself onto it,or how long I had sat and cried for on the floor. There wasn’t even a window in this tight, narrow cupboard, so I couldn’t see if it was still night or day now.No matter how much I tried to go over what had happened, it just refused to sink in. I felt as though I was just in a real life- like dream, that I must have watched a scary movie before going to sleep and now I was dreaming that I was in one of my own.Since I had been in here though, I hadn’t heard a sound, not a faint voice, a door opening or the creak of a floorboard. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing… Are they preparing to drink my blood maybe? Who gets to? Will they take turns? My mind was my own worst enemy at this point. It was doing me no favours in calming my nerves or in any way rational right now! My imagination running wild with what might happen or what was lurking around. I was still trying to pi

Two weeks later:Thanks to my human friends I made, I finally got to bathe and shower regularly. They had taken me down to where their rooms were, they had three bathrooms just on their floor and told me I could use them any time I wanted to shower in peace. So, every night after I did all that Lyra tasked me with, I’d take a fresh fluffy towel that they insisted I use, and take a long hot bath in solitude. It was all I looked forward to after each long day of cleaning their room, polishing her shoes, fetching her food, collecting all her clean clothes and putting them away and basically waiting on her hand and foot. Whatever she wanted and when she wanted it, I had to fetch it, do it quickly and just the way she liked it.In general, I wouldn’t have minded doing all those things… apart from the fact that my fingers were stiff, and I could hardly feel them now. Everything I did, at least made the time pass by quickly, rather than just sitting in my cupboard alone willing the time to s

Ellie’s Pov:Nine days later.I managed to avoid Kyan at all costs. There were times when I’d hear him talking in the kitchen with Melanie and the others. Those mornings were the worst because I always got the shit end of Lyra’s attitude when I took longer than usual to get her food. It always resulted in having things thrown at me. This morning it was the cup of blood that she tipped all over my head. Luckily, I was fortunate to have the fun four looking out for me and when I went back down to the kitchen, they looked at me in horror like I had been part of a massacre. Melanie rushed me into the bathroom, while Faye promised to get a start on cleaning their room until I could take over.It took both me and Melanie to wash and scrub all of the red out of my hair. The water still wasn’t completely clear when I gave up and wanted to clean their room. The whole time Faye was in their room, I kept panicking that Lyra would come back to find her there instead of me. She’d be fuming to know