Lemonark

Shady Figures

     My bedsheets had been moved (thankfully), but they were still soaking wet and my father would not let me dry them. He said since I was willing to escape like I did, there should be no more problems coming out of my mouth.

    I decided it would be best to let them dry on the floor, but he insisted on making me sleep on them. I listened to him and put them back in their proper places, but sleeping on them was another story. I couldn't just rest easily on a bed that was soaking.

     So, I created a lofty little selection next to my window. I took my pillows out and lay them on the floor whilst finding something to sleep over. Once my station was complete, it was time to get some rest.

     The day had gone by much quicker than I'd imagined, but once I got back nothing more really happened. I was called down for supper, and we ate in silence. The moment was rather wrenching because of that and how it was not very practical.

     When I got back upstairs, I sat down on the floor and read one of the novels from the kitchen quarters downstairs. You see, they are left on display and I can go down and pick one up whenever I please.

     I could hear my father talking to my mother in an unnerving and cool tone, meaning that they had not made up from their last interaction. This would be the last time he properly talked for a while. They couldn't play that off well, but I'll say they have guts for sitting in the same quarters together and not starting up a brawl.

     I was getting annoyed with them, and I know it might sound crazy, but I was thinking of leaving. By leaving I mean this, all of it. I don't need to stay here. I can leave and finally be free to start on my journey instead of having to hold myself back to see what my life would be like here.

      I have talents, like my stitchwork is exceptional and it is only going to improve. Well, that is if it is nurtured in the right fashion. It is not being nurtured properly here, while I do have to mend all of my clothes. But, it isn't enough.

      It sounds terrible, but I want to leave and explore the world, I'll be a renowned traveller who has been across the seas. Well, maybe I'll just stick to the mending and leave the travelling to those who are more worthy. Yes, that is still better than this in every aspect because if they don't stop it with this bickering my head will explode.

     You're probably sick of hearing about me, well then maybe you shouldn't have invaded my thoughts. It's too late at night, and I'm sleeping in an uncomfortable spot, that's why I'm thinking these horrible things. I couldn't leave them. They love me and care for me deeply but arguing is only a natural thing that will occur in a stable household.

      Yes, if I sleep on this I'm sure it will go away and I will feel safe and secure yet again in the morning. This is just something that has come over me from the exhausting day I had to put up with. Going outside like I did and having to survive in a thunderstorm.

      If I keep telling myself this, maybe the feeling will go away. This isn't natural, and I can't leave because I would die without them. I am helpless without them and leaving them is selfish, imagine the grieving they would have to face because of my selfishness and greed. That would be heart-wrenching, and I just can't let that happen to either of us in this situation.

      If this bickering of theirs continues- I'll... I'll do what? Run away? That was listed as something that will not be happening shortly and that idea should be forgotten altogether.

      Sleep, it's the easiest way to escape everything. C'mon Parisa shut your eyes and leave all of these thoughts behind you for the morning to come. But I can't, I just can't let all of these go- all of these- these- these...