The Hidden | Chapter 1, Part 1 (comment please!)

by Jupiter Says Hey in Hogsmead.

A/N: Yes, chapter one. I'm postin it on here :S just this part cuz I need opinions! Please tell me if you like it! :)! Thanks!

          Everyone has an enemy. It’s just another decree of the life cycle. In the wild life, the two predators that fight for the same prey are ordained to be contenders at some point; with humans, you’re dealing with men versus men. I had begun to ask myself if a rival has to be living and my answer came out as a simple “no”, because silence has been slowly weaving its way into the empty slot in my mind labelled “enemy”. I can’t stand silence! The buzzing it causes to my ears makes me somewhat impatient, nearly resulting into a screaming tantrum. But even though I’ve been drowned in what is clearly the opposite of sound for the past five months, I manage to go on. I manage to keep breathing and hoping for something to happen. I manage to keep sane. But it’s all slipping away now. Slowly and quietly, my reason threatens to depart from me and never come back. Silence—my one and only enemy is gradually defeating me. ‘Why don’t you go for a walk, Gia?’ Alejandra had suggested before leaving me stranded in the house. She clearly sees me going insane but she does nothing to cure it. She calls herself a mother? I don’t think of her as one. I doubt she even gave birth to me. But here we are in the lifeless town of Gold Beach, Oregon because of her “motherly” decisions. Leaving Italy has done me no good, nor will it ever! Am I going crazy? Or is the thought of being demented just getting to my head?

            My feet sunk into the damp, cool sand, the crashing waves washed away my troubles, and I for once, appeared rational. I knew the feeling would abandon me in only a matter of seconds, but it felt pleasant to embrace the sentiment. Rain began to drizzle serenely from the night sky and landed gently on my pale skin, the damp fragrance of the ocean grew stronger since the sand was now wet too, this night seemed a bit too peaceful for me. Should it worry me? Should I commence to drench myself with questions I will soon regret asking? Have I already started with my random rambling?
Shut-up, Gia. I thought to myself and for the first time ever, my brain decided to follow my commands.
A seabird landed roughly on the humid sand not too far away the moment the rain began to harden.

“You don’t seem to like the rain.” I whispered to it as it walked lopsided away from me. It stopped when I finished. “I didn’t like the rain either, but tonight, it’s like I’m a different person.” Its head cocked to one side as if it were really listening to my words. “You see, back in Italy, the rain always seeped through our roof and made our wooden floors soggy; but now that we have a bigger and better house, the rain stays away.” Its skinny legs began to move toward me, bit by bit and steadily.

But then the night’s darkness was filled with an orange blaze.
“My house!” I kept screaming while I took in the image of the flickering flames dancing all over my home. Seconds before any of this happened I was talking to a seabird and enjoying the showery rain, now the “hysteria” switch in my mind was turned on.
“Shut-up!” hissed a feminine voice behind me. Her hand covered my mouth and with the other she managed to put both of mine behind my back, either she was responsible for lighting my house on fire or she was a terrified neighbor that was trying to save me. But from what? “They’ll hear you!” She dragged me away, farther and farther away from the horrid tragedy, and even though I tried to squirm out of her clutch, there wasn’t a possible way for me to slip out of her iron grip.
“Let me go!” I mumbled against her cold hand.
“Would you stop? I’m trying to help you! We’re trying to help you!” she growled through clenched teeth. Her demand was left undone. “Don’t make me do this, Gia.” She harshly threw me onto the ground, and before I could crawl away from her, her foot stepped on my stomach and knocked the wind out of me. She reached into a shoulder bag and retrieved a small object with the tip as pointed as a needle. It was syringe. Poison--was the first thing I thought and apparently I was correct since my vision began to blur the instant the needle tore its way into my skin.
“Please, no...” I began to beg but I didn’t bother struggle, the action was done anyway; there was no going back now.
“Sorry, Gia.” The girl murmured, her tone actually held a touch of sorrow.