The Orb And The Bowerbirds || Paused For Now...

Wretched

She looked lonely, she sat in the corner of the house, her
coffee-brown curls cascading down her stained yellow kirtle. Her fake
smile reached every corner of the mansion. That woman was Willow's
mother-

She was dead.

That memory never left Willow. It was like she was alone in the world,
despite her caretaker, Miss Bartely who was there with her. The
Bartely was never someone that would be suitable for 'company' for such a young child.
She was always busy, either with cleaning, home insurances or billing papers. All the boring things, Willow would call that- but no one could blame Willow. She was only a young girl of eleven years old. She never really spoke, because her glimmering green eyes alway did that
for her. To put it simply, she was a completely normal girl- or so they had thought.
Willow lived in an absurdly large house with crumbling turrets and mossy stone stairs. She was anything but athletic, since she was always locked up in her large home which was a house that was lodged between a thicket of trees and steep escarpments. She had begged Miss Bartely to renovate it, but Miss Bartely returned her request with an immediate scowl and a harsh scolding saying that the house was her great grandfather's and that she wanted a memorial.

From that day, Willow had been aloof and out of earshot from her. It
was, in fact, the first time she had been scolded so harshly.

Miss Bartely was an orderly lady. Though her family was never even close to wealthy, she always spoke with a posh accent. Her cauldron-black hair was fashioned into a neat bun. Despite her old looks, her sight and hearing were sharp- which was useful when looking after Willow.

The next day, the rain was spluttering on the windows, and clouds gathered in the once-blue sky. So stupid. So foolish. So fat, tumbling around mindlessly in the sky. Willow was at home resting on her deteriorated scarlet couch. The walls of her home were lined with cracks but the carvings on them were undeniably detailed and intricate. The floor was a beautiful rich mahogany colour that always intrigued visitors. Their home regularly attracted inspectors because it was extremely run-down and old. Many children from Willow's school called it 'the haunted home' and would dare each other to take a small peep inside to only see Willow sweeping the floors or studying.

"Come on! Go outside! It isn't raining anymore," the sound of the
Bartely echoed around the hall. And the rain had, stopped.
"But it hot out there!" Whined Willow
"Then go in the backyard!" Screamed Miss Bartely "My husband is
sleeping and I want quiet!"
That had completely shut Willow up. She cracked open the wooden doors that opened up a well-tended garden. Flowers covered every edge of the paddock and vines slithered their way through the trees.
Her husband, Professor Bartely had the same personality. Professor
Bartely would be in his room all day, for his back was extremely
'bad'. Willow had never believed in this because she had seen him walk
all the time- especially at midnight when she regularly heard
footsteps thudding along the staircases. She had done something
forbidden- going out of her room after bedtime and she had looked into
the professor's room. It was extremely plain- as she expected. But
inside the cupboards came a rattling noise, as it got louder, Willow
fled. She did not know what it was, nor did she know whether it was
safe or not. But no young girl like her could resist her curiosity to
find out. This kind of mystery was inevitable. Curiosity killed the
cat, as they'd say.

The grandfather clock struck twelve. It was midnight. She could hear
the heavy slippers of Professor Bartely slamming against the mahogany
floor. Not that this was unusual though. It was almost like a routine.
Thud. Thud. Something had been on Willow's mind for a long time. What
was he doing on all those nights alone? What did he risk the cold
nights for? But little did she know, all of those questions would be
answered- sooner than she'd expect...

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What's you favourite colour?                                                                                                                                    Orange!

What do you like to eat?                                                                                                                                                  Ramen!

Nationality?                                                                                                                                                                        Well... I'm born in Australia but half Asian. So Asian/English I guess.