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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(Thursday, September 6th)
I awoke this morning in extreme pain, but this pain was only physical because that's all that I allowed it to be. When I become less feeling of my emotional pain as I numb myself completely, I numb the humanity in my heart, so that I can force my movements to only consist of being productive with my tasks as a servant.
The wounds on my knuckles were almost healed, the bandages no longer on my hands, but now I had a wound on my shoulder that I had to newly adapt to in the days to come. With my shoulder injury, I was given a break yesterday, but I return to my tasks today because I desperately wanted to.
Ange and I went back and forth about how I wasn't fully healed, or that I wasn't fully capable of executing my duties as a servant, but Ange eventually gave in. I refuse to be incompetent, especially while my freedom is not in my own hands. Incompetence could take away what I have left, and I have nothing left.
So in this present moment, I am in the bathroom, applying a healing cream around the stitches of the wound on my shoulder to help it heal faster, with the occasional winces that leave my mouth, and the beads of sweat that started to form on my forehead due to the straining effort that I exerted.
This morning, every single one of my movements were wearisome, and I did not know if I could complete my assignments. And my mind only kept repeating 'Rest. Your body is tired.'
My mind would never take my side on anything. It's always entirely bias to make everything more difficult, and even when I tried to focus my shaky hands and arms on getting my workers outfit on, putting on my skinny blue jeans as the sweat on my forehead only increased.
My skin felt incredibly hot, and my hastily racing thoughts only made my skin hotter, influencing my vision to become spotty. But as I continue to be treated like I'm not human, I learned to push through it mechanically, inducing my trembling hands to become more steady as I finally finished putting on my workers outfit.
Subsequently, I straightened my curly hair into as neat a bun as I could, then I wrapped the black bandana around my hairline, and the back of my head, and tied it.
My vision was still spotty, but I took a shaky and shuddering breath that was laced with extreme exhaustion. But my vision became slightly more focused, besides the few grey spots that I could see, but being able to see was enough for me, so with this, I left my bedroom.
And the moment that I closed my bedroom door, my vision became impaired, and I couldn't see anything. But a few seconds passed, and I heard footsteps slowly approaching me, coming to a stop right in front of me.
The nerves in my arms became static, influencing both of my arms to become unfeeling, and I tried to move them, but they were unresponsive.
I then felt an unpleasantly hot and blistered hand roughly close around my forearm.
