✌𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪'𝓼 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥✌
My footsteps echoed loudly, each one a sharp staccato against the silence of the dimly lit hallways. The sound bounced off the walls, amplifying my presence as I struggled to ascend the seemingly endless staircase. My small feet felt heavy, each step an effort against the weight of dread that clung to me. The stairs were cold and unforgiving, their length stretching out like an insurmountable mountain in front of me. I finally reached the top, breathless and anxious. I stood before the imposing oak door, my heart pounding in my chest. Summoning every ounce of courage, I knocked. "You called me, My lady?" I said, my voice trembling as it cut through the thick silence. Her response was immediate and harsh, "Come in," she commanded, her tone dripping with authority and irritation. Inside, the room was grand yet austere, the heavy drapes casting long shadows that danced ominously on the walls. She stood by the window, her back to me, a silhouette of power and control. "There's a girl I just adopted today," she began, her voice cold and detached. "Please take her out shopping for school supplies and other necessities." I stood there, my legs quivering, my hands clasped tightly in front of me as I waited for further instructions. Her presence was overwhelming, a storm of dominance that left me feeling small and insignificant. "Understood, Madam," I replied, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the storm of fear swirling within me.
As soon as I was dismissed, I hurried out of the room, the door closing behind me with a solid thud. I let out a long, shaky sigh of relief, feeling the tension drain from my shoulders. But the relief was short-lived. I looked back at the staircase, its daunting length now a mocking reminder of my next challenge. A hiss of frustration escaped my lips as I realized I would have to descend those breath-stealing stairs once more. Not only that, but I now had the arduous task of finding the newly adopted girl in this sprawling, labyrinthine mansion.
I finally found her in the dimly lit dining room, the oppressive darkness swallowing most of the details around us. Despite the bubbling frustration within me, I gently tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up at me, appearing utterly tattered and lifeless. Her hair, an unusual blend of white with streaks of red, cascaded in unkempt waves. As she sleepily scratched her eye, I noticed her striking heterochromia: one eye a vivid red, the other a ghostly white. She gazed at me with a confused expression that mirrored my own emotions. "Excuse me, my lady said that I should take you shopping," I informed her flatly, my voice devoid of the tumultuous feelings roiling inside me.
"Are you talking about Miss Beanpole?" she asked, her confusion deepening. "Miss Beanpole?" I echoed, equally puzzled. "I am talking about Mitsumi's mother." "I know; we're talking about the same person," she responded firmly. "Never mind. Let's start going," I said, frustration tingling my words at the pointlessness of our exchange. As the girl stood and moved closer, an unpleasant odor wafted towards me, making me instinctively scrunch up my nose in disgust. "This girl reeks! Did Miss Shizuka pick up the first person she saw on the road?" I thought, irritation simmering just below the surface. "Sorry if this seems rude, but can you go shower, brush your teeth, and then arrange yourself properly?" I requested as politely as I could manage, fighting to keep the distaste out of my voice. "Why do you call bathing showering?" she asked, genuine curiosity lighting her mismatched eyes. "They're literally the same thing," I replied, struggling to keep my patience. "No, they're not," she continued, her tone insistent. "That's beside the point! Please go and bathe... shower, whatever, just go clean yourself up," I said, exasperation causing me to trip over my words.
The seemingly endless and trivial arguments with this girl were wearing me down, making the simple task ahead feel like an insurmountable challenge. When I finally finished speaking, she turned on her heels and left.
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Abnormality in normality.
ParanormalAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Please don't! No, don't do it please! No, please, I am begging! Not again please. They didn't listen. They didn't. They kept on doing it over, over and over again. T...
