This is the part 2 for Dreemport challenge in collaboration with Scholar and Scribe Community. Read part 1
With heavy heart and tearful eyes Ana came back to her safety zone. She was welcomed with cheers and greetings. Her relatives congratulated her for being in the beautiful haven . Some of them were even envious of her because their desire was to find a sanctuary like hers.
She looked around herself. The walls of the room were decorated with flowers and colourful ribbons. The room was fragrant with mesmerising smell of Jasmine air freshener. She looked at the face of her guardian. She was happily smiling for being able to give such an adorable place to spend her life. Ana smiled back but it was not a cheerful smile. It was just s ritual one. She was not happy. She had looked all the decoration but the thing on which she focused more deeply were the walls. The flowers would dry and fall off. The colours of the ribbons would fade. The fragrance would disappear. Something that would remain were the strong walls.
Ana knew that the things she had got were the dreams of many girls of her age, and she should be happy for it. “Ana Is very lucky for attaining all this so quickly and easily,” she had heard the murmuring of a girls’ group looking at her enviously.
“They are envious of me for something that I am not at all satisfied with,” she thought smiling painfully. “Nobody understands the pain I have been through. The pain of sacrificing my dreams. The pain of losing the special treasure for attaining the ordinary four-walled room.”
“Those who are complacent with crawling can never understand how it feels to fly,” she sighed.
Throughout the difficult times of her life, something that had helped her was positive thinking. The sun had taught her to look for the opportunity within the limits. She realised that her negative thoughts would make the situation worse for her. Her well-being would be badly impacted and nobody would be there to take care of her. She had to keep her sanity intact. “I cannot be hopeless. I cannot kill my dreams with my own hands. Accepting what was destined to happen, I have to find ways to acquire the dreamed treasure,” she said to herself.
With new hope and determination she looked around again. She noticed that there was a window on a wall. “This window is a passage for light and fresh air. My connection with the route to my dreams has not broken completely. I would still have access to some resources.” She had a sigh of relief.
When everyone left the place, she thought of what more she could do to brighten her life as she had no more access to the sun. She remembered that she had collected some candles during her journey. She put her backpack off and took the candles out of it. Without any delay she lit up all the candles. Though they did not give as much light as that of the sun but it still there was some light, enough to keep her hopes alive.
For a few days the life went smooth. She thought that she would be able to step out for her journey again but it just proved to be her illusion. One day, she wanted to dress her hair up with a flower. She tried to pick a rose the wall. Before she would pick the flower a thorn pierced on her hand.
“Sssshhh,” she soughed. Small drops of blood came out of her finger. She shook her hand and extended it again to pick the flower. This time the thorn pierced more intensely.
“Aaaaaaahh!” She moaned.
Suddenly, the walls started shaking. All the flowers on them fell off while spikes came out at their place. She got scared. She looked around in fear. The portraits on the walls startled her. She felt as if they were looking at her with scorn and contempt. She heard some whispers as if the voices were mocking at her.
Terrified by the happening, she wanted to call her guardian out for help, but her voice was choked in her throat. Panicked, she decided to jump out of the window. She ran as fast as she could and hopped with full force.
Consequently, she fell down but not outside the room rather inside it. The chain in her feet had pulled her back with a greater force. She had fallen on her face. Her knees, elbows, hands and forehead had deep scratches. The blood was trickling out of them. Her nose was badly injured. It was bleeding. She was moaning but there was no one there to feel her pain and help her out.
Here is the Bingo card for this week. I have done the highlighted two lines
