Through the Walls

Asriel Amala Franthe

Dimension: OA-59831

Time: 5:29 PM

  I slammed the door shut angrily. I wanted to scream. Mother was so stupid. I hate her. She thought she was so perfect...well, she wasn't!

  The image of my mother's face was burned into my head, her silver-blue hair in a beautiful braid down her back, her perfect skin with barely any wrinkles. Her kind and understanding smile, with those perfect baby blue eyes that seem to ooze with warmth. I hate it. That warmth that would never be mine...

  "Sweetie! Stop being so stubborn! Come out!" Ama yelled from behind the door. I shut my eyes and turned away. Flopping down on my bed, my eyes trailed to the ceiling, hoping for it to cave in on me.

   I shook my head. Ok, so what? Who cares if i'm not pretty or kind, or simply perfect like my mum? Who cares if I don't have that ridiculous oh-so-golden-and-tipped-with-diamonds heart? I hate people like that. Those ridiculous, "righteous" people, with their unnatural perfection that I would never achieve. They were ridiculous, inhuman aliens that seeped with chivalry. Those people who were just born with a golden spoon of perfection in their mouth, with their big puppy dog eyes. Disgusting.

  "Sweetie!" Ama sighed. "Alright... I must leave now, but please, come out tomorrow! We must talk!" Ama said, obviously trying to soothe me.

  I heard Ama sigh again before walking away, her heels clicking.

  That unnatural perfection... that only my mum seem to have. I sighed. The news rushed back into my head with pain and misery-- as my fragile world began to fall apart. I closed my eyes.

  I remembered eating my food quietly, lost in my own thoughts. I remembered trying to get away from the grand dining table to eat in my room, but Ama told me not to. "You must rekindle your relationship," she chided. "Stop being so stubborn, your kingdom needs you!"

  I sighed. I love my nanny, Ama, but sometimes she could be a bit patronizing and somewhat bossy. Even so, she is still the only real mother I ever had. My "mother" was never there. She was too busy looking after the queendom, Serenity.

  Even if she wasn't there, she was always there. I found that out the hard way. Constantly, I am considered "the queen's child." Every time people would see me, one of the first things whispered would be "It's Queen Adelaide's child! What a disgrace!" or "Isn't she Queen Adelaide's daughter? What a shame! I feel sorry for her majesty..." usually followed by something along the lines like"You should feel sorry for us, she's going to rule over us someday!"

  I was constantly compared to their precious queen and her impossibly perfect standards. Everything about her was perfect. In fact, every time she woke up, her hair was perfect and her clothes were neat. She never slouched, never seemed to breathe without roses blooming and angels singing.

  Ugh. Stop thinking about her. I chided herself.

  I remembered my mum sighing and looking at me with those soft blue eyes. "Asriel, sweetie... I--I must say something." Even her voice sounded like an angel's.

     "Yeah, what?" I mumbled, my mouth full of mashed potatoes.

     "Um, it's... about Prince Emir." She said nervously. I stopped eating. "W...what?"

  Queen Adelaide rushed on, "Y-you see, you, um, can't see Emir anymore... a-and you must marry Kyros of Empricale." She said, making herself sound stern. It took a while for me to comprehend from all the stuttering. I tilted my head a bit.