The Plague Doctor [RATED R] ✓

(5) Intimate Sketch [m]

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THE MANOR WAS ONCE again filled with silence as I make my way to my assigned bedroom. Lino told me to scram when I told him that our young master was only using him, and Adie was busy preparing lunch, which I hope wouldn't end up killing me later because of how awful the kitchen smelled when I walked by it earlier.

     "What to do...what to do..."

     I skip my way down this long hallway like a princess, touching the old wallpaper on the wall that almost peeled off as my fingers press against them. As much as I don't like the idea of working for someone I barely know just because my mother wants to kill me off, I'm glad I get to enjoy this newfound freedom that I have now.

     Back then I was forced to stay inside our house like I had some type of disease. Our neighbors hated me and spent most of their time making up rumors that made our entire family an outcast. The rumors actually got so bad that my mother started covering our windows with newspaper, making our entire house pitch black.

     I remember back then when mom and I bought bread and the baker purposely gave her molded ones. When she asked if we could change them, the baker lashed out at us and threw flour at her face. I laughed of course, but when I really think about it, I kinda pity her too. Just because of me, people tend to act like she gave birth to a devil.

     My father, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. He was a military man, and whenever he was home we were untouchable. People feared my father. He walked around with a gun in his hand and he'd point it at people who'd give us strange looks. He spent most of his time in our basement though so I rarely get to see him.

     He eventually went back to the military, and it's been exactly eleven years since then. Others say he died during the war, but my mother thinks he ran away and found another woman so he could start a much more normal family. Who knows? It's not like I care anyway.

     "Winter, I hope you know I've been dying to let you out but that damn doctor wouldn't let me," I complain out loud, not even scared if master Claudio ends up hearing me.

     When I finally got to my bedroom, I head inside and walk to the bathroom to face the mirror. I stare at myself for a couple of seconds before I started laughing like a total maniac.

     "I look like shit," I say before washing my hands and removing my brown contact so I could put them back in the container. As soon as I removed it, I look back at the mirror again, staring at my differently colored eyes. I clench my fist in anger and try my best not to punch my own reflection like last time. My long nails were buried in my palm, and the pain finally made me stop.

     I wash my face with cold water and wipe it with my shirt before walking to the desk where the diary is. I grab the pen and diary and skim through the pages one by one as I take a seat at the edge of the bed.

     Most of the entries here are from Winter. A couple of them were mine, but I couldn't really say they were entries because I only wrote short phrases. Phrases like "I met up with...", "Mother scolded me because of..." or "I broke a vase, don't tell anyone."

     I chuckle to myself when I spot an actual note that I wrote using my finger and some mud since I couldn't find any pen around at that time. The note said "Mom brought a man home, his name is Ricardo Mendez. DO NOT approach Ricardo. He's the man with a bald spot on top of his head. You'll know who I'm talking about when you see him."

     After scrolling through the entries, I eventually arrive at an empty page. Thinking that Winter— that sensitive little fucker—might get confused about why I didn't allow him to come out for an entire week, I decided to finally write my first diary entry to explain to him the situation.