Our home was rather cold during the evening, however tonight was like no other. The wind gasped outside, one long breath before the next. I felt the immediate shock of cold air as I made my way onto the balcony. Everything was deathly quiet, I could slightly hear the chirps of the crickets below me. Nobody knew I had left, it was the middle of the night at the time.
Before supper, there was a large argument in the great hall, which I was exposed to regularly. knowing what would happen afterwards, I simply left to my room once I finished eating. The moment I entered my room, I got a shiver down my spine and I had a feeling something wasn't right.
As I made my way to the window, I opened it slowly, trying to stay quiet. At that very moment, I heard my mother call out for me from behind. Her hoarse voice sounded like an old witch, "it's very late, you should be asleep already", she announced in a soft but raspy tone. "Would you prefer me to put you to bed myself?" I'm accompanied by threats such as this often, It's her way of helping my behavior, she claims.
Perhaps this was true, but besides that I wasn't too fond of her behavior. Her voice simply died away afterwards. Those were the last words I heard her speak, the last remaining piece of her I kept for all these years. Perhaps if I was better behaved or more popular in my classes, she would've treated me much better.
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book of memories - wip
Fantasysometimes moments glide past us as if they are unimportant. however, this is not the case with memories. memories stay inside your conscience, simply because they are the most important happenings in your lifetime. forgetting a memory, creates room...
