Still Him, At The End Of The World.

chapter sixteen

'It seems an odd thing to say, but upon my words, at times, I am a little... deranged.'

The thought made the edge of my lips abnormally arched.

Profanity so, I also had no sympathy of expressing this... manner.

I killed my dog named Charlie Brown.

I had an endeavor of stabbing my peer with a pencil.

I indulge regarding associates as tools and merchandise - sometimes insects if I were modestly disinterested.

The stratification of prominence, juvenile privilege, emotional intelligence, sentiments being futile, and dismissing empathy itself -, I was no insect that refuses to exploit those tools.

At the age of five, I already recognized my intellectual function of especially pluralizing any convenience.

"It really runs in the family. Your daughter's incridible, Jenovia! I can't wait to watch her grow."

"At napakagandang bata pa."

"How do you do it, Jenovia? Your family, life, riches and wealth, even Luthor himself. How'd you achieve such perfection?"

My little arms gently embraced mommy.

Mommy flinched.

I smiled upon hearing their words.

Perfection?

No, you people are just too flawed, too faulty, too... unsatisfactory.

"They are dogs, mommy. They chase after recognition." I whispered.

I knew I was capable. Condescendingly capable but even so, I always knew my mother was the warmest.

I still remembered how mommy found the sky so empty, so vague and only a sheer of infinite. Momentarily, I thought she disliked it - detested it even.

Yet I watch my mommy reach.

Into the blue.

Into those infinites.

I watch my mommy fly.

"Daughter?"

Skin prickled from the rush of my thoughts. His voice need not offer the flicker of comfort yet with the mere hum, my thoughts returned to every profoundness and vehemence.

Will father offer his coat? Will the sequence of yesterday's 1 am respire a catalytic of rearing yet delicate hope? - a chant of bliss, perhaps?

Shall I put on a smile?

"You have the audacity to show your despicable face right now?"

Huh?

Father should not be...

Huh.

This.. theft of anticipation flabbergasted me.

I was hoping for a breath of appreciation, of prances of names calling me proud and willful - but yet again stupefied, his words shone like blades.

'Only a fool acknowledges a fool.' I could hear him.

"Dog."

"P-pardon, Father?" I realized father was gripping a wine goblet. He's drinking...