The Wicked War

Chapter 1

. 353. that’s exactly the number of pieces of bread that I have sliced this morning.

Oh yes, I work in a bakery. I literally have nothing to do with my life now, so vivi forced me to have a job so I can fill my time she said.

When I first got here, I spent two months trying to fix my sleep. I’ve lived in elfhame for more than 10 years and I became a creature of the night just like them. So, I liked and enjoyed the dark, but here it’s different; the nights are so dead and so not beautiful. I don’t if my system gave up or just that I felt so lonely and bored, and my body summoned the sleep. Either way I’m thankful that I can finally rest better. I spent my days watching tv or laying down thinking of what I should have done and of what I shouldn’t or slicing the air with my sword. So, I decided to slice something else. Bread.

I even made a friend.
“JUDE stop staring at me and get back to work. You have one minute before I start screaming.” Ok that was a lie this screaming banshee lady isn’t my friend. Who needs a friend anyway.

I guess my life right now is in the phase of "You win some you lose some" , I guess I’m just in my loosing era for now. I know that and I get it, what I don’t know is for how long I’m going to be in it. I hope not too long though.

But that’s what cowards do they just sit down and hope. And right now, I feel like a coward.

I go back to slicing the pieces of bread imagining that it is the head of my beloved father who put me in this position in the first place.

“WORK FASTER JUDE” the wailing lady’s voice comes again and suddenly Madoc’s head is not the only head I want to slice.

My shifts ends and I go back home. I walk inside the house, vivi is already in here.
“Welcome home Jude.” She says her face lit up. I smile back at her without saying anything while I remove my shoes.
“How was work today?” when I don’t answer she asks again.
“Tired?”
“Look Jude your lack of response is killing me, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing vivi it’s just I had a bad day; we will talk later please.”

I don’t give her a change to reply, and I head to my room closing the door behind me. I don’t even bother changing I just lay down on the bed.

Tired? No no I’m not tired I’m just mad, mad at everything especially myself.

I’m at the point that I have nothing to do with my life and no matter how much I try to ignore it I can’t. I’m so desperate now I might start crying. I miss everything about my old life. I miss my bed in there I miss Tatterfell, I miss training with the ghost. As I stare at the darkness, I realize that I also miss the nights there; so beautiful and full of life and they are never this dark. Sometimes I wish that I should’ve gone to prison instead of accepting exile.
Sure, I would’ve found a way to escape.

I keep staring at the darkness, I don’t hear Vivienne calling me for dinner.
I don’t hear heather coming home. I don’t hear anything I just close my eyes and let sleep carry me away. Perhaps I’m tired after all.

9:38 that’s the first thing I see when I open my eyes. I was about to panic because I’m supposed to be at work two hours ago but then I remember that today is Sunday I don’t have to leave, I don’t even have to wake up.

The house is so quiet I realize. It’s never this  quiet on Sunday. Vivi and heather are supposed to be at home which means I should hear footsteps or voices or even the tv considering how close is my room to the living room.

I’m just overreacting I know but I get up anyway and walk out of the room.
I call out their names, but no one answers.

I stand before the front door; in the days I go to work I use the front door to look at my reflection to check myself up last time before going to work and that’s before the rays of sun’s hits it because then you are looking at what’s outside. So how comes I’m looking at my reflection now. It took me a minute to understand that it isn’t me I’m looking at, it’s my twin sister. Taryn.