THE ANGEL IN HER

Chapter 1

Cold as usual.

Same space but cold and empty.

Noelle sat on the creaking bed, her back clutched to the hard wall that held her pain, tears and anguish.

She sat like a fugitive, awaiting her death sentence.

Hands rested on her knees and head leaned to the wall.

Her frail body sat still like time had stopped for her. Noelle could only stare into space by looking at the endless ceiling.

Her eyes was hollow in the dark. It was filled in despair, frustration and misery.

You can't see it but you can feel it.

It oozes around her like a stench that can never be rid of with a soap lather.

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She was just five when it all started.

Noelle found her way into this warm family.

A home she could feel safe, loved and protected.

At first, it was great.

A good life, Noelle had always wanted for herself or even anyone.

She was pampered, extremely loved and cherished by her wonderful parents.

Noelle was adopted but it never felt like it when she stepped into that home.

Until…

The real child returned.

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Her good memories about the past were interrupted when she heard footsteps walking to her door.

She stood up immediately and hid further into the darkness. Hiding like a wounded animal hiding from its prey.

Noelle watched keenly from the dark, awaiting for an opportunity to escape.

All this while, she has been planning her escape out of his hell hole.

She held her breath— waiting as the footsteps stopped at her door.

Anxiety kicked in.

The tension to do the impossible overwhelmed her.

Maybe it was time to fight back.

The door made a clunking sound since it was a steel door. It opened after a hard pull and light found its way through the dark.

The more the light illuminates the room, Noelle hides further.

A part of her wanted to escape even if it would cost her life.

It was better dying outside than inside this shit hole.

The other part was contemplating if it was going to be possible.

But the only way is to find out about her fate today.

A big shadow slipped into the room.

It was a man.

She recognised the man.

The same person who locked her there for 10 years.

A small fear took over her will.

It was going to be impossible to escape.

Her frail, weak body would limit her.

But, Noelle was ready to try her luck— if she had one.

With determination and a stamina she could muster in her mind, Noelle held the weapon she had made from her bed and charged at him swiftly and silently.

The man didn't know of her plans, got hit on the head which sent him to the ground.

Noelle wasted no time to confirm her strike. He wasn't moving at least before she left the room.

She took to her heels and ran as fast as she could.