The melodic tunes of the piano resonated around the walls, the keys pressed and played you weren't familiar of, though you knew you've heard it somewhere.
You were already accustomed by the melodies of keys of the piano way before Sylvia and her three rascals have entered the manor, given that the twins have piano lessons ever since they were six. Though it felt a little new hearing such a piece. Almost played like he were the one that composed it, even though you couldn't exactly see how he does it, you knew the emotion that was put through it.
A day has passed by after the small confrontation with your father, you hadn't spoke to him since then, though you gave him glances that he would try to get away, almost as if an ashamed look was plastered on his face as he did. You just knew that Sylvia has something to do with his health. Gwen was alright, doing well, none of those painful coughs were present when she wasn't around but when she did, it started to happen. Whether it was those cigarettes that she'd offer, that strange looking tube you've seen her carry.
Sylvia, to conclude her, was up to no good.
You've been stressing lately. That work you have, the family you were with - Oh heavens, can't you take a break? There were even these thoughts that have been flushing in your mind, shuffling your veins, leaving you all wide eyed, unable to sleep for these past couple of nights.
You could barely keep up with your sanity and you just knew that this was just the beginning of it all.
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Usually, you'd set yourself in the kitchen when you wanted to learn something new, dishes from various countries you'd crave, the satisfaction of learning something delicacy- related would make you fall into euphoria. But change was a terrible thing. It always is. Now instead of that, nothing more than stress rushed your body. The simple cutting of carrots was like a new experience to you, hands feeling weak to the point that you looked like you were just trying to stab that piece of vegetable. You were trying to make a simple carrot soup, oddly enough you've been craving it. The reason behind it would be left untold.
The servants either side of you have momentarily stopped their own doings to stare at you, afraid of that frustration in your face and the action you were doing.
" Young master..."
You were in the main kitchen room, where all the other workers are. Upstairs, you'd be pretty lonely and for this time, you didn't want to be even if the thought of being just by yourself was worth it, surrounding yourself with people was the best thing you could do. Just not that close to you. So these people were the best choice for company today.
The simple call of the woman, she didn't know why and how but you've started to rapidly cut the vegetable, the wooden table slightly moving with your own.
" Is there a problem? " You were the most soft spoken out of all the people in this mansion, out of all the children Gwen had, so uncharacteristically there was this harshness in your voice that made all of them flinch, all the servants in the kitchen stopped what they were doing to look at you. Curious and frightened eyes, lingering.
It felt like time had passed by for so long, one wrong push of the knife in your hand had sent your skin break open. Though it happened only for a seconds, blood seeped out from your skin, it oozed quicker than you'd thought it would be, it was deeper, with how harsh you were cutting, it was halfway through your finger, one more chop would make you lose one. The servant either side of you feared that you'd lose blood quickly.
Still with the wound you have yourself, you didn't make a move to stop. Cutting that fresh carrot but each cut of it had blood covering it. You didn't even wince. Were you even feeling it right now? The pain of losing blood? Having a wound?
" Young master, I think it's best if we treat your wound first - we can do that for yo - "
You didn't listen and instead, fastly gathered the bloodied carrots and put them in a bowl, stride towards the pot where it containments boils. You carelessly have thrown it away, turning the bowl upside down. Ever slowly, the blood that was coating the vegetable mixed with the soup, though it wasn't that much to change the color of it entirely, you knew if one would notice its taste if they had the the most sensitive taste buds, though you doubt they would. And to that you took a wooden spoon, mixed the soup.
The blood flowing didn't stop as you mixed, droplets of it falling down the soup.
" This must be served at eleven thirty. " You say, firmness in your voice.
Everyone was too stunned. Too scared to speak, unable to go against for what you've ordered. Still frozen from their spot. " And do not tell not a single person in this manor that I cooked this soup. Is that clear? " They all stiffly nodded and avoided your gaze. That stare of yours would be the death of them.
Soon you'd eat lunch with no regret of what you cooked, the slight taste of copper, you didn't complain. None of you did. Everyone in the table indulged it.
Well, at least from what you thought of and observed, no one had.
You had failed to acknowledge the prying blue eyes that seek through the kitchen door along with the look of silent disgust the boy had whilst he took a spoonful of the soup you made. despite all the vulgar taste and terrifying scene he had witnessed, he dared to finish the soup.
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