Take the ties, knot it out.
Don't lose the ones,
for which you count.
For the day will come
when time will stop by.
Smile at your face and walk by.
"Already 9:30am girls, I want to see both of you down right now"- Caroline cried out while she'd through grunts to the sound of steps squeaking as the two fellow dashed down the stairs.
"How many times did I tell you not to run on the stairs young lady?! One day you'll break a rib or two and nobody will be taking you to the hospital this time!" Lacey shied out as if this line could remind her of...
"Well forget about it. It doesn't really matter either way, it's just nothing." Lacey mumbled to herself with her head swinging down low, in deep thoughts, troubled soon; her mind was all but settled right now. She could remind her mother's warm hand holding on tight to her freezing ones. She could recall the sound of her mother's voice crying for help as she fainted slowly, falling into a gloomy well. But here she was, all normal, like nothing did happened, with her eyes filled with bitterness against Lacey, it was a usual sight. Standing tall, apron flowing to the wind and her tiny fist squeezing onto her thin waist; the perfect stereotype of a mother ready to scold you up at any time, always waiting onto the tiniest mistake you'll make, trying to corner you about a roundabout. Trust me, it always goes round and round and at the end of this line, we all lose the fight- It's a circle, a mean cycle.
Two different mire
in which they tangle,
each of them waiting on the other
to throw a hand and in the end,
they drown to this feeling that they didn't count for the other. But, the truth is that,
they both flounder in the same mire,
wading through this life,
trying to survive this dreadful fight.
Building onto a way out to reach to the other one at time,
before she gives up and drowns.
Lacey pondered, "What if I decided to talk about it, about this... about what happened this early morning?" See it doesn't matter, matter of fact, she felt like she wasn't a matter of interest for most of the people standing by her side, just a shadow following by, a stray dog left aside on the side walk, whining as everyone would pass by. She, trying to reach out for help would be no more than a lonely howl to the moon.
At best, they would think she's on drugs again. For the worst-case scenario, they would have sent her to a mental institute, and maybe after all, this was the right place for her to be, just what made her afraid. Because for most of the humans outside, she was only a weirdo. Certainly, she couldn't feel much at this time but was wise enough to know what she should fear and keep away from. Running on pure instinct for this one.
At least she knew that she wasn't born bad, nurture was to blame for her acts. Always provoked, just what brings out her worst. Her father was the one to blame when she would steal a car and crashed it out; her mother was to blame when she would snap and break something in the house. She was an angel standing fourth to a flock of demon child. Anyways, she had always been unfair to life.
So, heads up, she straightened her back and said in a mean voice "I'm sorry... but you said 'right away!' Just what we did right?"
"Anyway" – Caroline sighted.
"You are late, so, no time for the daily blah. Lunch is on the dining table and here's ten dollars"
Caroline handed fourth the money to Lacey.
"That's it? Ten dollars?"
"Really?"
"Ok I get it!"- She said as she dashed out the door slamming it hard on the frame by the way.
One moment she was indifferent to the world around her and the other her mind just twirled and swirled uncontrollably rolling to the emotions settling by. She was so out of her mind right now but could not catch the 'why' for her being so mad. After all, ten dollars was a pretty decent amount of pocket money, in fact, she usually gets barely three to five dollars, so what? She had everything to be glad about but still, she was so angry against her mother that her cheeks would turn red; the feeling was so intense that thoughts of killing was already crawling in her head. She knew it though! She knew that there was nothing to be angry about but the urge of taking a knife and just painting the floor red was still so real, laying in the blood spraying out of her mother's throat as she sang her a sweet lullaby. She even thought of outlining footsteps leading path to the old barren, be it her father's tomb for now on. She was boiling in rage and hurts her teeth to the grin she'd make. Her nails piercing through her skin as her fist squeezed to pain. "What's wrong with me?" she said as footsteps led her to the garden's gate.
"I'm sorry Madam Speville"- Stacy said.
"She isn't feeling well today I think"
"Ah, don't worry. It's every day the same. I'm used to it by now. Take care and watch your steps! Now hurry!"- Caroline replied in a sad tone.
"Bye."
"Bye." Stacy shouted as she rushed out, hoping to catch the pace of her friend, so they could walk side by side... like they always did. After all, best-friends never die... or, do they?
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Lacey's World: A Dark Paradise. ©
Fantasy➳ Lacey, outstanding beauty lost in blue. She drew life gloom and like a moth, in the dark sky she flew. What a careless girl she do. See, she's just as normal as you. She never was alive inside. Read between the lines, it's where her secrets lie. ...
