The Tale Of An Unfortunate Soul

Chapter three- Tea and games

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An hour passed after the events of the previous night and Natasha was still in bed, resting and taking things slow given her newly found state. Sure, she made sure to properly nurture the wound and cover it with a thick layer of bandages, but she wasn't exactly an experienced medic for this kind of thing and there was always a risk of bleeding out even after taking all the possible precautions.

So she just lied there in silence, staring deeply at the celling above her wondering if the clown intends to keep his word. After all, he gained a reputation of being the most unpredictable, unreliable and unhinged person in the entire household and demanding something specific from him is like expecting the rain to stop falling once and for all.

He also has a habit of blabbering his mouth at the worst possible moments, telling something he should, but most often something he shouldn't so who guarantees he won't spill out all the details regarding last night's events to the first person he comes across?

And knowing full well how a couple of residents here live for fresh gossip, it's inevitable the story will spread through the entire house before the day ends. Then the settlement here would be all that more unbearable, with the amount of cat calling, nasty remarks, and the atmosphere here in general will become suffocating.

She could always move in to the basement, or lock herself in here, or even start living outside away from this band of lunatics. She can easily dye hair, change her name and appearance, start hanging out with boars, and sleeping in caves. After that, she might as well become a mole, being constantly under ground, avoiding sun and eating worms- she slapped herself on the head for even thinking so ridiculously in the first place.

"What the fuck is the matter with me? There is no way in hell will I go so low." - she groaned deeply realizing she is overthinking all over again. As far as her concern went, the guy could have forgotten everything five minutes after waking up and proceeded with his day as usual.

That's right, it's the most plausible explanation. Dreams are meant to be forgotten quickly and she should do the same. She is freaking out over this for no reason when there is hardly anything worth stressing herself over it.

Besides, there is absolutely no way she'll come across with him from all the possible people in this enormous house.

Instead she got up inevitably preparing for another new day. "Good lord, give me strength to go through this day unbothered as much as possible." - the woman muttered out silently to no one in particular.

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The morning went by uneventful to some degree, if you don't count occasional fight or argument, but those happen practically all the time. Funnily enough, the morning is somehow the most peaceful time of the day, as the other residents are die hard night owls, who prefer to be active late in the evening or during nights.