Life After Love

Princesses

EL's p o v

It was just another boring ordinary day. And I don't feel to get up from my so loving bed.

So instead I hug my pillow tightly and get covered with my comfty blanket.
I like to lay down there forever since it's the only place I can be me. The only place that I could hide and run away from the reality.

I heard the creepy creak of my door.
I know it's not creepy but the door is kind of old and is an antic wood so it's sounds. Well I like to exaggerate a littlebit. I know who's coming in.

Arrrgh, how I hate the idea that my mother can walk in without even asking my permission. She didn't even bother to knock.

"Elaezah, come get up you lazy head."

And what she made next made me growl.

"Mother, seriously." I murmured under my blanket.

Now you know why I hid with my pillows and blanket.

My dear mother just open all my windows where the ray of the sun hit directly to my bed.

My bed, is located in the west side where in that so early you can watch how the day starts.
That's how i love it though i hate it.

"El, your highness it's time to rise and shine if you don't want me to kick you out from bed."

I can hear her busy, doing stuff and clearing my things.

I hurriedly sat up.
Coz seriously, she might not kick me but she can zipzap her hand and snap and do crazy things to a big girl like me?
She can't be seriously do all this over and over again,  everyday in my forever life.
I badly need to get the duplicate keys of this sanctuary of mine.

"Mother, couldn't a princess get enough sleep?"

She looked at me like I was grown two heads.

"Okay, I get it. But mother you couldn't just jazz around my room and do tango or waltz. Like this is my room. I need privacy or stop-."
I almost shouted as I saw her ruining my things.

"Like that." I got up and tie my bed messy hair. "You ruin it. You can't just touch everything in here mother, please." I pleaded.

I like my life to be my script.
I want it the way I like.

She didn't mind me ranting and ranting instead she came to my bed and clean it up.

"Mother, I'll be down later." I literally pushed her out in my room.

"But El I just like to help since it's you who - ."

"Sussh." I know where it goes and don't want to hear it over and over again.

"What would you like for breakfast?" She asked me.

"Anything yummy." I said like a child.

I may not have everything in just a snap of a hand but I am cherished and spoilt with love in this house .
And sometimes it suffocates me to the point that I am not looking forward to see coming home here regularly.

After she heard me she turned her back and went downstairs.

I closed the door effortlessly and do the walling. I lean on the door and take a long breath.

I look like a bitch to this house but I don't hate my parents nor my family.
It's just I don't like the way they treat me anymore.

Well maybe lot of things change,  maybe not. I don't believe fairy tales nor I don't believe the real reality in this house.