The Drafted Reality and Dreams

CHAPTER 31

I have always wondered how someone can move on when someone they love died. How can you move on from someone? Is it as easy as it sounds? Can I really move on?

"James, sir." The elderly butler spoke, his one hand on his chest. Looking down as a way to show respect.
"Your fathers condition has worsened." His voice shook.
I turned around and noticed that he wasn't in the best condition himself. "Very well." I said coldly. "That only means that I will be his successor in the very end." I sighed, turning back around. I was admiring the grand tree that was in the back, the noose was still hanging from the tree and it has been only a decade since the suicide that mother committed.
"What perhaps should be done?" The butler asked.
"How do you usually get rid of weeds?" I asked him, turning back around seeing that the butler was shocked—knowing what I meant.
I grinned, "That will be your task." I told him. I soon dismissed him and he was on his way.
I sat down on the bed—the bed that mother slept on. I looked around her room and it looked the same a decade ago. I wonder where she ended up being, heaven or hell? Mother was the type that only wanted a life to call their own. I guess she couldn't handle me and father. They both would fight here and there, I would just stand in the background watching them fight. I always wondered what the reason was, but such reasons were always unspoken. Maybe they never liked each other, might have gotten married to each other because they were forced to.
I eventually left the bedroom, going towards the room that father now resides in. There were two maids out in the front of the room, they opened the double doors and I could see father having a hard time keeping his eyes open. I stepped inside the room, the doors closing behind me.
"Hello father." I said, coming closer to him. He only looked at me with the eyes of hatred. But why?
"What? Did I do something wrong again?" I asked him, he only stayed quiet. I grinned, "Do you think I made mother commit suicide? Do you even care about her?" I asked him more questions.
"Y-you m-monster.." He said quietly but loud enough for me to hear him.
"Me? A monster?" I said, "You know, mother called me that before she died." I smiled widely. Fathers fist clenched, staring at me like he was figuring out ways to kill me.
"Why did you fight with mother? Before you got sick." I asked him, I sat on the bed, I stared at him before speaking. "Why did you lock mother away, away from the world?" I asked. Father looked away as he must've felt guilty.
"Did you think she would've ruined your reputation? Were you only thinking about yourself?"
I stayed quiet for a short while, "I went into her room, it's been a decade since I last went inside the room."
"I can sometimes hear her cry, it doesn't matter if I was inside the room or walked past it."
Father looked back at me, "Do you love your mother?" He suddenly asked me.
"What's love?" I asked him, a grin was on my face.
He looked away once again, I can tell that he regretted asking me. Probably thought that I changed over the years.
"I was born this way, father. I may never change." I sighed.
"No, you'll change. You'll get better." He said, grabbing ahold of my arm.
I pulled my arm away from him, "I want you gone father. You hurted mother so I will hurt you. I will make sure that you hurt so much that you will cry for forgiveness."
Sweat ran down his face as he looked at me that way. "I'm joking father." I chuckled, patting his head. I soon left the room.
"Hope you have everything ready." I glanced at the elderly butler before walking down the hallway.