Mistress of Stitches

Keystone

This has gone on way too long. Eight years. When my half parents divorced it wasn't that bad. But when my dad remarried I thought I would have a family again. Yeah. A family to work for.

Her name is Taylor. My dads new wife. If I could I would have already made my life better. My father told me I can't use the fighting skills I have. Not yet. Only when it's needed most. I think it was needed most a long while ago.

I can't even say my stepmother's name without wanting to hit myself in the face. But.. I already get enough of that. Including whipped, cut, smacked.. Now that I'm saying that, also saying "yes ma'am" to her makes me want to bang my head on a wall.

What does she hate about me? I try being nice, which I am one of the friendliest people you would ever meet, and for some unknown reason she treats me like I am less of a person. She doesn't call me by my name. Maybe every five months she might... But when she does she says it like its a disease.

Some of the names she calls me include 'girl', 'you' and some I can't even get out of my mouth, 'bitch'.

She thinks she's a wonderful queen. But I don't see her sitting on a throne. Oh, but I most definitely hear it; and it's only towards me.

Something like this happened the other day. She got me cleaning and scrubbing the floor "until she can see her reflection in it." When she came home she walked up behind me.

"Hmm.. Ah, Bunny?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Is it me or do I look a little.. Well, blurry in these floors?"

"It's not you ma'am"

"Exactly. I said I wanted to see my reflection. Do this over again until it's a mirror"

I said then and forced myself again to say, "yes ma'am"

When she left and went around the corner I muttered "why would she want to see her reflection??"

"What was that?" She said poking her head out from the corner.

"I'll make sure you see your reflection" I replied.

"Wonderful." And with that she went down the hallway, leaving me to scrub the floor over again.

For a year now I've hidden my old suitcase full of extra clothes. Sometime this year, I'm going to take that somewhere - anywhere.

Taylor also enjoys to criticize and make fun of my clothing style and personality. I am a happy, bubbly character. I'm super sweet but extremely sensitive. My style is pink and 'kawaii'. I enjoy the smallest things including glitter, music, galaxies, stars, anime... There is a whole lot more, but I don't want to waist time over my interests.

I have turned the big maid-like dresses into kawaii nonsense. My favorite is my Rilakkuma-like bears all on a faded blue and black maid looking dress. Another most favorite of mine shows my love of galaxies and stars. Another blue and black maid-like dress with small star charms hanging off it all over with lace on the straps, bottom, and top.

My stepmother also teases about my hair. "Look at that! Your hair is so long it's on the floor!! You should grow out your bangs and cut your hair". My hair is long, and in between light blue and teal, and I keep it in pigtails. You know.. Let's just say it looks a little bit like Hatsune Miku's.

She makes fun of my music taste: Vocaloid, owl city, Gotye, Nightcore..
"How the hell do you listen to that? Just turn it off!"

There's a keyhole in the door made for a specific key. The only one who knows about it is me and Taylor. And, she is the only one who wields it. Every day at 8:00 PM, she locks me in here and opens it back up at 5:00 in the morning.

That key has a blue gem in the middle and it looks extremely familiar.. It looks similar to the key my godfather hung in a tree for me. He visits me every week.

I'll look out my window at night and he'll come from the woods and reach up to my window and help me open it. He'll caress my cheek with his tentacle and tell me it will be okay.

I hope so.