Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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Her frustration with having to live under her parent's rule, their own mini kingdom with all its laws, was starting to suffocate her a lot more noticeable than before.
With no hope of dreaming of him, or at least with the little possibility (of course there is always hope), it was becoming apparent that something had to change.
There were good days, when she thought this was okay. They could all be friends.
And there were bad days, when each would be so stubborn in their own beliefs and worldview, and it would make t so difficult to see how change could ever descend upon this household.
She was Opressed.
Though her parents weren't angry in the classical sense now, her dad still made snide remarks that made her tense up. His attempt to regain control in his house. And her mother too, would sometimes throw fit of hysterics, arguing with her dad or sometimes somehow with herself.
It felt that she had completely lost the sense of something that she may have felt in her childhood. That she was getting too big for the room now. And yet, when she looked around herself, she didn't have any one else to run to.
At least, not anymore.
She longed for her freedom, which now felt limited. Of course, she knew that on the other side of freedom was also the abyss of problems, but she also felt that she had a much better sense of how much to hold of on each for balance.
She couldn't really go anywhere.
The carnival, which she thought she would have been a part of somehow, came and went.
She only thought about how he would have been there, glowing and thriving and always the most enigmatic in the room. He would know how to have fun.
She didn't notice the days slip by, and she let them.
Any concept of fun, adventure or romance was missing from her life.
She'd even daydream about what it would have been like if she stayed in New York.
Yes, the opposite of this and it'd be more dangerous, but maybe, once she got over it on her terms she would have been able to go back to normal.
But there were clearly was no normal anymore. She was so far away from everything, so out of touch.
She would swim in the pool in her parent's backyard, and purposefully let her skin burn. Feeling something.
Now that she could take the patch off of the snake bite, she of course tried to cover it with something.
She was waiting for her physical strength to come back, to finish her round of medicine. But her mind remained restless.
