"Mom, can I have this book?" the tween girl held up the queer leather book. A swirled design, imprinted thorns and roses stuck to the black leather clinging on as if any moment would fall off and the minute she stroked the cover while she scanned the shelves and instantly intrigued by it. A thick book, the pages looked stained and old, thin and looked fragile as if any moment would fall apart. No words but the design of vines encrusted into the front entrancing her interest and she didn't waste a moment to grab it. The mother staring down, her green eyes narrowed into slits examining it and she nodded her head saying "no, if this is another one of your stupid goth books-"
"How would you know? It doesn't even have a blurb it just looks...nice" her argument wasn't convincing for her. She picked up the book from the girl's hands and began to flip through the pages as her eyebrows creased in confusion.
"You could've said it was journal, I wouldn't have mind getting you one but are you sure you want this one? It's looks really dark" the 12 year old girl was confused, tilting her head as her brown eyes stared at the pages with words when given back from her mother.
"But it has words" her mother just looked down at her weirdly saying "I didn't see any words, it's just blank pages sweetie" she took her attention off her daughter and back to putting books on the front counter for paying. The girl still confused as to why her mother could not see the beautifully printed words of dark color on the yellowing thin pages layered with slight dust.
"But can I still have it?" Still in confusion but decided not to speak more on it.
"No, you don't need such dark things, be more like your sister Hanna. I mean this is getting weird, I thought this was just a phase" gesturing to her dark top with Nirvana printed on it, black jeans ripped at the knees and her black chipped nails and crimson sweater as her dark hair unlike her mother's pure golden colored hair of honey was sprayed upon her shoulders descending down her back. Before she could say anything her mother had already paid for her stuff and already bagged she grabbed them and told her to leave the book behind not needing it as she exited the store. She huffed in annoyance, staring at the book longingly as the words inside strike something in her and letting out an audible sigh she turned to see the clerk gone from the counter. Making sure to not make eye contact with the the camera at the right corner in the front of the store she shoved it into her sweater hugging it to her chest to seem as if she were cold. Happy to find that there were no detectors to tell she was stealing she rushed out of the store and into the parked Honda Civic her mom waited inside on the phone with her sister.
"Yes Hanna, just take the card and I'll meet you later to go shopping for your aunt's wedding....no your sister isn't coming, you know she isn't into dancing and dressing up"
She didn't even bother to ask her if she'd like to come, planning on dumping her with a babysitter or leave her on her own. She sat in the backseat glowering at the back of her mother's head hoping she'd just combust into tiny pieces with that airhead of hers. She stared out the window, finding the light drizzle a sudden interest as they drive back home. A twenty minute drive before parking into the garage of a large house, a mansion like estate from her rich family but not needed. Too many rooms for a family of four was not an essential as she preferred smaller spaces.
"Yes yes, I know Hanna just calm down I'll be there" she hung up after a long call with her other daughter before turning to the other one who hopped out of the car still hugging her body but luckily too busy texting to see the lump under her sweater.
"Sorry I have to run off but Hanna needs me. Will you be alright?"
It's funny she cares. A fake smile plastered onto her face and she passed her mother hastily entering into the home the minute she unlocked the door and did run waste a second rushing up the stairs entering into her room to find its dark theme still comforting her with a warm welcome home. She hopped onto her violet sheeted bed and took the book out with a shine in her eye like a kid about to eat their favorite candy. Books being her favorite objects in the world as they were an escape to her, a free flow of ideas and places in her mind where she would get away from the faux perfection that is of her wretched family. Biting her bottom lip in anticipation did not waste a second to open it revealing the first page and she smiled as she read the first few words.
"Madness is not a sin, but a beautiful escape into a paradox that is of your wondrous mind"
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Delirium h.s. //Book 1 in the Mental Series//
Fanfiction"I killed them" he said happily. "Harry you don't just kill people and smile about it...you dance around their bodies"
