Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
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(Friday, August 17th)
My heavy gaze remained locked on my forearms, locked on the cuts that I did the previous night, but this is the problem, I could see the cuts. They were visible to the eye in result of the work attire short sleeve cotton black top.
With the predicament that I am currently in, I had forgotten that I would not be able to hide them while I work. I forgot that I don't have a long sleeve shirt, and because I forgot this, my cuts are only seeable to eager and uncaring eyes.
People are only entertained by the appearance of bruises, and scars on one's skin, but they do not care about how or why they are there. People could never grow to care about the reasons in someone's life that there are imperfections on their skin. People invalidate, and they alienate others with these imperfections because their gaze and mind is only attentive to perfections, and achieving these perfections in their own life.
They couldn't care about the struggles of others because they only care about success.
With burning eyes, I decided to not hide my cuts because covering them up would only attract more undesired gazes, then my mind and body executed each cleaning task mechanically.
With time everything that you do becomes so engraved in your bones and joints, solely because they learned the movements, then they know the movements, then it becomes natural, so much so that you do it without thinking. You become so devoid of thinking that you become devoid of feelings as you do it.
And I numbly prepared Eurella's breakfast for her mechanically, and I placed it on the table, awaiting for her to eat when she sits down at the dining table, then I went back to the kitchen and resumed my tasks.
As I was cleaning Eurella came in, and sat down at the dining table, one of her legs crossed over the other. I saw that she had on a nice stylishly fitted white pantsuit with a white blazer that was buttoned down in the middle, white suit pants, and sleek white six inch high heels, and her long braided hair was tied up into a perfect neat bun as from her ears medium golden hoop earrings dangled from them. In between the two lapels of her blazer, a refined golden necklace with a thick width was worn around her neck, the dazzling diamond encrusted jewels rimming the entire attention catching center expensive piece of it, exquisitely resting above the delicate and deep lining of her flawless collarbone, her jewelry adding onto her beauty, as she stood alone as attention catching as her accessories.
With her tailored white pantsuit and accessories, I ignored the rapid pounding of the rhythm in my chest as my mind consciously had me persevere through my tasks because in my eyes, the woman looks like royalty, and deep down I had a feeling, a strong feeling that she was in her past with the way that she walks, the way that she talks, the way that she sits with posture so perfect that a perfection like it couldn't be matched.
