A Taste Of Oblivion : The Short Comings Chronicles VOL1

THE MOST : PT2

"A woman is an embodiment of submission Rose, a woman is delicate and dares not speak unless spoken to and a woman makes no mistakes cause she's perfect and carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, - "

The girl listened as her step father lectured her on her unlady like ways, she either wasn't too obedient or was dressed unwomanly, she had to be a robot and robots have no emotions.

"...and a woman must always listen okay? Now go to your room and think about all the things you've done," the man said with a flick of the wrist not even looking at the child.

"Rose Mary," she whispered to no one in particular as she touched the looking glass with wide doe eyes, sat opposite it at the ungodly hour,

"You wear your mothers lipstick like she wears her heart on her sleeve, betrayal and hurt a constant coat covering her naked eyes, you wear her heels in hopes of thinking you'd help carry the heavy burden that she feels, maybe for one day help her realise that for her someone is here, you look everything like your mother, the way you hold yourself and the way you walk, but you can't swallow the bitter pill that you too are not as strong as you want to be, fruit too ripe to eat so you run away and empty your eyes in the bathroom where no one will ever see you. You are your mothers daughter,"

She said one tear sliding down her left cheek as the girl in the mirror did the same, she tried to wipe the girl's tear before her own because she was built like that, to save other's before her ownself, she was built like that cause she didn't think she was human, no human could ever be perfect but her parents made her strive to be, a robot, following commands and being able to take orders and be more girl than a girl was supposed to be.

"You are strange and terrifying and beautiful the opposite of your father, a man you never knew, a man your mother told you vaguely about, a ghost of a chat it was so fleeting you never got a chance to go through it in depth, a topic you have to tip toe around because just like your mother you talk but never say a word at all. You break your feet walking on eggshells trying to make little to no noise at all as you try to pry, you are curious and curiosity killed the cat so please don't die, you're a princess that needs no prince as so to be saved so save yourself first before you fall apart, there's only so much you can handle so you hide. You are your mothers daughter, you have the same hair colour as her, same smile, same stubborn Virgo tendencies but not so much in common," she said to the girl in the mirror as another tear slide down her right cheek and she made no move to wipe it as it brought solace to her and the silence that was suffocating the room.

"You are a magician, able to appear at calm and angry all at once, able to exist in two dimensions at once, you are a strange little thing how you haven't breaked yet with so much you hold little China tea pot, I'm not describing you I'm describing your mother. You are invisible to the eye they can't see you they see right through you but how is it they put a chain around your neck as a necklace to have control over you, maybe you stayed because you had one reason to and a million to leave, I'm not describing your mother I'm describing you but you are your mother's daughter so I'm describing the both of you," she said as two tears slide down from the holes in her face serving as reminders that they were here to wash away the pain, serving as reminders that they weren't constant as they slide and disappeared, she stood up from her mirror and crept to bed hearing voices in the hallways, she lived in this huge house, no home and at times would her the constant screams and shouts they tried to hide.

Rose Mary, she had a beautiful mother and a father she never knew, she had a caring step father that controlled her every move. Her mother was a cry baby something she had inherited too, she didn't cry because she was hurt no she cried for her mother who was stuck in a loveless marriage but refused to let go, they were distant trees that were wilting but didn't mind as long as they grew older together, she was crying for her mother who agreed to everything even when it wasn't right, but most importantly she was crying for herself cause she was what they thought she wasn't, a perfect straight girl.

She closed her eyes for a moment and counted to a hundred till she awoke and put on her shoes, the night was were she came alive and during the day another person she didn't recognise.