.~The Divinity Of The Unsane~.
There's an identity crisis four young adults are facing. On the verge of discovering themselves, they are faced with so many obstacles that either saves or kills them.
Priscilla Elzer South is the only daughter of a re...
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~☆PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH☆~
Bright amid the blue, rose the sun as a canopy of gold. The tinge of darkness had given way to the bright flame which burnt above the skies.
I was out of the villa even before it was seven in the morning. Mother was greatly surprised when she had seen me all dressed, heading out of the house to the car park. And though her husband had the look that this wasn't something to act all excited about, he looked impressed.
And God, I hate impressing people.
We were out of Esuad Estate minutes later, joining the long queue of cars that had also hit the road early.
This was something that irritated me about living here. There was only one gate in Esuad Estate which served as the in and out of its residents. And this was the exact case of surrounding estates. So there was only but a road, linking all three estates and it usually caused heavy traffic early in the morning and late at night.
I couldn't rest my back against the seat. It hurt like hell, even though mother had sneaked last night into my room to apply ointment to it.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed away all the thoughts from yesterday and focused my gaze on the roadside sellers who exhibited their goods for sale and the passers-by who went about their business.
Sometimes when I seat back here in my car and let Ede drive me round the city streets, I see these passers-by glaring at big, flashy cars out here in contempt and my brain kind of somersaults.
I would sell my soul to walk as freely as they did and I wouldn't give two fucks about the comfort I'm getting now.
More like, hellish comfort.
I sometimes see these passers-by going around their business and these questions keep twirling round my mind.
How many of them are fucked?
Do they have a happy home to return to? Or are they double fucked as me.
I don't know. I'm curious.
Suddenly, the roadside sellers seem to have moved. Not just them, but the trees too and the pastel houses, cars and city walls with graffiti.
I don't see them again. But they are here on repeat.
"Are you okay, Priscilla?" Ede's voice saved from me from myself.
I tilted my head at him. "What do you think?" My voice came out harsh.
I didn't mean to sound that way.
"Nothin'. You're look perfectly fine and stable." He retorted.
