II-Red
Sometimes You Won't Know The Value Of A Moment Until It Becomes A Memory
The maids and butlers had brought up my things and left them by the stairs as I had asked of them. An entire floor to myself. I thought as I looked through all of the Eighteen rooms.
I walked into the largest room and pulled out a spiral notebook and began to make a map. I labeled this room my bedroom. I looked around at the blank white walls. Red. I thought as I walked back down the stairs. “Hello?” I called out timidly.
“Hello Young Mistress how may I help you?” Asked a maid that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Gripping my chest in slightly shocked from the woman's sudden appearance I had to take a moment before I could answer. “I was wondering if I could get some paint if possible.” I asked shyly.
Without a moment's hesitation the maid smiled, “Why certainly Young Mistress. What colors would you like?” She asked cheerfully.
“A crimson color for the walls and black for the trim. And can I get the carpets on my floor replaced?” I questioned again.
“Yes Young Mistress. What type would you like? I'll have it placed in as soon as the painters are finished.” The maid said happily.
“Black shag please. I asked. The maid bowed and left me alone. I walked around the house completing my pathetic map before the maid from earlier stopped me.
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“Young Mistress the paint is dry and the carpets have been placed. There is a laptop in your bedroom along with your things. Use the laptop to pick out furniture and it will be here by tomorrow.” She said before bowing and leaving.
I climbed the stairs to my floor and rushed to my bedroom. Decorating keeps my mind busy so I wanted to start as soon as possible. I opened the laptop and went to work.
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By the time I was finished shopping I had ordered my black bookshelves, flat screen TVs, bedings, leather couches, lamps, and all of the other things I'd need for my floor's rooms. My favorit thing was my bedding though.
A soft knock was placed on my door and the rumbling of my stomach told me it was dinner time. “Come in.” I called.
A maid a little bit older than me I'd guess with dark brown hair and eyes to match stepped into my bedroom and bowed. “Dinner is ready Young Mistress.” She chimed with a small smile.
“Thank you. I'll be down in a moment.” I said as I rubbed my tired eyes. The maid left with a soft click of my door.
I got up and sluggishly made my way downstairs to the dinning room. When I got there I was met with the sight of Tara and a young girl. “Ah, Sage! This is my cousin's daughter Mei. She goes to the same school as you.” Tara said pointing to a girl with blonde hair and milk chocolate brown eyes.
“Hello.” She said with a bright smile and a small wave.
“Hi.” I said shyly. I had never had very many friends growing up because of my appearance.
“Come and sit down. You must be famished dear.” Tara chimed with a bright smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
I awkwardly sat down and looked at the plate of seafood in front of me. The thought of killing innocent creatures made me feel sick. “Is something wrong Sage?” Tara asked worriedly.
“It's nothing really.” I said giving her a week smile.
“Do you not like sea food? I can have the chef make you something else if you'd like.”
“No, its just...I'm a vegetarian. I don't eat meat.” I said timidly.
“Is that all dear? I though it would be something more serious like an allergy or something.” She said relieved. I looked at her with the slightest bit of hurt on my face. “Not that your choice in eating isn't important! It is, it is. I just didn't expect this from you. But your mother was one as well...” She trailed off realizing her mistake of bringing up my mother.
“Thank you Tara, but I think I'm just going to go to bed.” I said bluntly as I rose from my seat and made my way back to my bedroom.
I showered, dressed in a pair of black short shorts and a black tank top, and took my pills. They where for my depression and Anxiety. I stood their looking in the full length mirror.
What most people would see is a too skinny girl with cuts and scars on her upper thighs and left wrist. A girl who looked like she was oddly happy of her appearance.
What I saw was a fat girl with an ugly body and was dying from the inside out. You should just kill yourself and make everyone happy. I shook off the thought and crawled into bed.
I looked at the picture of my mom and I before her sickness started to show. I was only eight when the picture was taken and we where at a carnival. I was hugging a small black plush dog and my mom had one in her free arm as well. Her other arm was securely wrapped around my shoulder in a loving hug. “I love you mom. I hope everything's better for you now.” I sighed as I clicked off my lamp and my room went dark.
(Okay so I simi-edited this chapter, but I wrote this when I was in like eighth grade and had absolutely little-to no experience in how to write, so yeah. I will try to edit these before adding anything, but they will probably still be pretty poorly written because it's hard to edit really old stuff because my writing style usually changes very drastically as I take these AP English courses and learn more. Sorry, I just thought I'd let you know.)
