His to conceal #1

5|| -tradgedy-

— Estrella —

I'm starting to get restless up in here.

Honestly I've read 2 books and yes, they were good but now my eyes feel strained as I get onto the third one. 

I really can't read anymore today so I think I'll give it a rest for now.

I put the book down and pick up my phone seeing the time I realise I've been cooped up in my room for around 5 hours now. Wow I didn't know I was capable of reading for 5 hours straight.

I stand up and stretch out my tired limbs, why am I so tired after doing basically nothing and just sitting for most of the day?

I walk to the bathroom and wash my face in attempt to make myself more alert. It helped, a little at least.

I yawn then pick up my phone and take it with me as I exit the bedroom to go downstairs, since it's dinner time round about now I'm feeling quite hungry.

As I trail down the stairs carefully I finally make my way down and look around for my mum.

I check the living room first, seeing as that's the second place she loves spending her time in. She's not there.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, she's normally always watching tv if she's not doing chores or paperwork. I don't think too much of it and go to the next destination, which is her study.

I slowly push the door to her study open just in case she is working I don't want to disturb her. Once it's fully open I look around trying to spot her but it's to no avail, she's not in there.

Where could she be? Now I'm starting to get a little worried.

I walk out of her study shutting the door behind me with a soft click and go to the last place she could be. The painting room.

It's unlikely that she's in there because she hasn't stepped foot in there since...well since the tragedy that happened years back...

She used to love that room and would spend all of her time in there but she hasn't stepped foot in it for 8 years.

If she's not in here I'm just gonna do the one thing I can do, phone the police.

Slowly i push open the entrance door of the room and then when it's fully open, I take a deep breath and then I gradually look around the room, and that's when I see her.

She was perched on a stool in front of a large canvas that was halfway painted and from what I could see it looked like she was painting a butterfly.

It wasn't just an ordinary butterfly, no, it was a beautifully crafted one. Its wings were massive and intricately painted showing every crease and contour on the wings, you could see every minuscule detail of it. Even from where I was standing you could see it was covering a luminous moon that was equally as beautiful as the butterfly itself.

Although it was only halfway finished, it was still nevertheless the most spectacular painting I've ever seen her create.

"Mum." I call out hesitantly not wanting to disrupt her, but wanting to get her attention. She all but hums in reply to me signalling me to proceed with what I wanted to speak about.

"Uhm it's time for dinner and I was just wondering if you wanted to join me, you know since it's late and dads not around right now, I just didn't want to eat alone. Of course you don't have to if you don't want to!" I quickly added on the last sentence just make sure she didn't think I was trying to guilt trip her into it.

She finally turned to look at me and spoke.

"I'll be there in five minutes just let me wash up." She said in reply with a small hint of a smile on her face.

"Ok." Is all of reply with before I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding and I walk out of the room, heading to the dining room to wait for her.

As I made my way into the dining room and looked around I saw the table already set, with all the dishes splayed out in neat arrangements all across the extensive table.

I take my usual seat on the left side of the table right next to the head of the table, the head of the table is usually where my dad sits and the seat opposite me is where my mum sits.

After a while my mum finally takes her seat and we start eating, picking different varieties of foods from the broad selection before us.

"So how come you were in the painting room today you know since..." I don't finish my sentence as I don't want to upset her, just in case it triggers something emotional inside of her.

She smiles at me and states.

"I just felt like it. It's been a while and I thought maybe I should start painting again." She explains to which I nod in understanding.

"that's really good for you mum, I'm glad you're getting back into it. It looked beautiful from what I could see of it." I say my excitement for her evident in my tone as I beam warmly at her.

She simply nods in appreciation of my compliment and continues to eat.

"You're awfully quiet and distant today mum, what's wrong?" I ask her finally addressing the elephant in the room.

She doesn't answer at first as if she's, hesitant to answer?

After a prolonged silence she finally speaks up.

"I'm just...tired today." She says dully as if wanting this conversation to end already.

That's enough for me to decide not to push it any longer and just shut up about this situation, I shouldn't make her speak if she clearly doesn't want to.

"Okay." I reply dryly then we both just continue to eat in silence.

Once we've finished the maids come and clear away the table and my mum walks away to her study isn't of the painting room this time, without so much as another glance over to me.

Since I know it's no use trying to get through to her today I deem it as just one of those days when she's in a certain mood, and leave it at that.

With that I depart to my room and decide to just go to sleep and forget about her weird behaviour today.

I collapse on my bed and let sleep consume me...

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