A little scuffle had been overcome as I had made my way downstairs , dodging her was rather easy. One look was enough to have her back away from me. Much rather the sight of me may have had her question her motives. I was oddly dressed in a torn shirt and brown spotted black jeans. A guy would bolt away at my sight, including my frizzy hair. We used to appear the same before, slim and standing tall however her life seemingly smoothened out well. She unlike myself went on to finish her degree in journalism and went on to become a night time news reporter in our town.
Either way here I am, slurping away at my cup of noodles lathered with two fried eggs. The perfect combination to soothe the rumble in my belly before heading towards a good night of sleep. I grabbed my usual night novel as I plopped myself back into bed. To which didn't take long before I was fast asleep.
"Mandisa." My mothers voice creaked through the door with a light knock.
Her voice remained pleasant yet somehow triggering to my sanity. It was one of those which sounded lovely when listening to as a means of hearing for some sort of storytelling.
Yet it was horrible as some form of morning alarm.I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. I felt quite lethargic as I drew in thick breaths. Icky, I felt icky, yet a part of me still didn't have any form of desire to leave my bed. "Mandisa, I have some good news for you."
A short sigh left my lips as I slid off of bed, pulling on my crocks as I turned to walk towards the door. I placed my hand on the doorknob, my hands feeling oddly weak as I turned it. I opened the door slightly, forcing a smile on my face as my eyes landed on her.She was a beautiful woman, the more so idealistic wife. Always well kept, her nails in order, hair in order and figure in place.
Even after leaving her for four years she still remained the same with a pleasant smile on her face.She stared back at me, disgust evident in her eyes yet forcing a smile on her full lips. She swallowed thickly before managing to croak out a few words.
"Honey, its twelve."
"You're still in bed?"I only offered her a slight nod as I pursed my lips into a thin line.
"Do you not know how to use your words?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yes mother, I was sleeping." I answered back.
"Good for answering, bad for sleeping for so long. Listen here you can't constantly be in bed and only attending therapy sessions alone." she retorted as she pushed her way into my room.
"You have to do some inner work as well, and that includes getting back on track. Getting a job, getting a life."
"Grief doesn't turn people into dirty hags" she spoke as she held up my dirtied sheets in disgust.
Of course, she would spout such inconsiderate words to my own demise.
"Here." she said as she placed a blue floral dress on my dressing table with a pair of golden slippers.
"We have guests over at one o clock. Fix yourself up." she said before walking out the door.
"What was the surprise?" I questioned.She didn't answer back.I clamped the door shut, staring back at my bed which remained undone. Oddly enough despite the long rest it looked nothing like what I would consider my safe sanctuary. Without much thought I began making my bed, I placed a few of my things in place and grabbed my towel for the quick shower. The water was lukewarm this time which only resulted in a rather short shower. Afterwards, I began to lather myself on with some lotion. Yet oddly enough, that's when I heard a knock on my door. I walked towards the door, assuming my mother had brought forth another pair of something for me to try on. However, it was her again, my sister. A large smile on her face as she waltzed in the door.
YOU ARE READING
Through Her Eyes
Misterio / Suspenso"What is this?" he hissed inching towards me, his eyes darkened as his lips quivered. I stood dumbfounded as I stared back at the note laid in-between his fingers. A poem, it was a poem. One I had left within my daily journal, however I would've ne...
