The sky was a motif of reds and yellows, orange with light streaks of pink reflected off the mottled clouds that traveled at their own speed, never in a hurry, always on time. The air smelled like dew and the early morning fog rolled across the lakes and plains of the farm; a roosters crow could be heard somewhere in the distance. Other than that crowing it was silent on the farm, the whole place had been up late earlier the night before, celebrating the last day of the harvest.
All was silent except for a rather muffled noise that came from the second floor of the four floored house that was home to a very rich couple and all of the workers who took care of the animals and oversaw the harvesting of crops. The muffled sound was a sob, but not a sob of death, or a sob of loss; it was a sob of sorrow. One that shook the bones to the core and came from the deepest, darkest part of the heart. It was a sob that could be traced back to a haunted past, belonging to a girl who had unknowingly hurt so many and who just wanted to stop feeling their pain.
The room she was in was large with big drapes covering a window that overlooked the backyard of the mansion, a lake with a tree and a tire swing that no doubt had been swung by the happiest of children who had long since moved away. The floor was wooden except for a white throw rug in the middle of the room, a large bed crowded with beautiful silk pillows and a blanket with a thread count so high it had trouble staying on the mattress. Tucked between the sheets was an old bear that had been well worn and was missing part of it's ear and in the corner of the beautiful bedroom with the light blue walls was a girl. The room was not hers, no, nothing she had was really hers, everything was borrowed. From the soft pair of socks that adorned the girl's feet to the hair pin that kept her icy blonde hair in a neat bun on top of her head.
Her hair wasn't the only icy thing in the room; everything seemed frozen, snowflakes suspended in mid air, a sheet of ice spreading out from under her, thickest where she sat and thinnest in the edges of the room. She was the source of the only sound coming from the otherwise silent Victorian era mansion that still had servant corridors and secret staircases butlers and maids had once used.
There was a knock on the door, once, twice, someone tried the door handle but it was stuck, the door was frozen shut. A pair of crystal blue eyes peaked out from the bundle in the corner, eyes that had seen and experienced far too much for someone her age. "Reyna, are you alright?" Someone outside called with a thick accent, the one called Reyna sniffled and wiped her eyes, standing up on shaky legs and trying not to slip on the ice as she picked her way over to the door. "I'm fine, just naked!" She called and went into the bathroom, turning on the sink to splash her face with cold water. By the time she reentered the bedroom the ice had already melted and Reyna could turn the brass doorknob with ease.
"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly, "just getting ready for morning." Her foster mom pushed past her into the room and looked around from the bed made neatly to the thick drapes keeping any signs of morning from spilling into the room. "I heard some awful noises, I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Her face showed genuine concern and for a moment Reyna felt bad; here she was in this beautiful mansion on such a lovely property, sobbing about how alone she was. Reyna smiled and nodded, truly grateful for the woman's kindness.
"Yes, everything is fine." It was a lie she said not to convince her foster mother that she was alright, but to convince herself. "If you say so," the woman finally relented and left, her soft footsteps hardly making a sound. Reyna closed the door and went to her suitcase that was still packed; she never unpacked because normally she would be moved within a week. Her meager belongings stared back at her, a sad amount of things she could actually call hers. She stepped over her bag and opened the door to the closet, her foster parent's children had moved out long ago and had told her to take anything she wanted, but Reyna didn't feel right and so she only borrowed, always returning the expensive items back to the hanger.
She could hear the squeak of the sink from where she was and realized she was doing it again, controlling the water without meaning to. When she was upset, the water would turn to ice and she could grow very dangerous. Reyna didn't like it though, she wanted to be normal, have a family and parents that loved her; normal people couldn't control liquid.
She got ready for the day, putting on a pair of skinny jeans and a soft blue cotton V-neck. Reyna pulled off the super soft socks and walked downstairs as the house began to stir, she went straight to the mud room and slipped her feet into a pair of rain boots, grabbing a bucket on her way out and figuring that she might as well do something now that she was awake.