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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(Monday, August 20th)
I must've fallen asleep on the ground in front of my bedroom door. My backside ached badly, very badly. I could feel the bones practically escaping my skin. I didn't even know when I fell asleep, but I needed to take a shower, so I went straight to the bathroom and turned the water on to the hottest temperature possible.
Shower thoughts started to fill my head when I stepped in, 'I like to cook like a beef patty in the shower. By the time that I'm done I want to be medium well done.'
Although as the water cascaded over my body, my thoughts continued to come up to the surface.
I didn't need to physically take a shower, but I needed to mentally. I needed the calmness that a shower is to clear my head because every thought in my mind was only conflicting. My emotions were more wild than ever before, and I didn't know how to control them.
My emotions for Eurella were confusing. I felt like the moment that I met her, I somehow had feelings for her, and that scared me because my feelings were so intense. I don't understand how they reached the heights of this intensity either.
We've only exchanged a few words, and I felt like I've known her my whole life. I felt like I love everything about her, yet I only want to know more because everything that I know right now is just the surface, and I only wanted to see past that, past her defenses. Her defenses that she puts up to live in an environment such as this, and these defenses can fall if she chooses to let me in. But I also felt patient, and if she wasn't ready then I understood.
I took a bit longer in the shower, then I stepped out, and started my morning routine. My hands didn't hurt as much as it did yesterday, so that's something I guess.
I carefully removed my bandages from around my hands because the old one was now worn and bloody, then I wrapped new bandages around my knuckles. But eventually I realized that it was no longer quiet in the halls. Servants were moving about just past my room door with the occasional reasonably loud patter of hastened paces of feet, and I realized then that I was late.
'Shit,' The phrase that many people say before disaster happens flashed across my mind like a train.
I started rushing each step of my morning routine, then I hurriedly put my worker's outfit on, and grabbed my cleaning bag, then I started to walk at a quick pace through the hallways.
I checked the clock in the hall that I pass every morning, and it said 6:17 a.m.
A deep sigh left me as I kept walking because I was late to fix Eurella's breakfast.
