Light Bulb

Chapter One

Sorry for the long update, i got busy. :/

CHAPTER ONE

THREE MONTHS AGO.

Hush little Beatrix, don’t you cry,

Mummy’s going to be here all day and night.

If you need me, honey, just call,

You don’t have to waste your tears at all.

Now hush little Beatrix, don’t you cry,

If mummy doesn’t come there’s a reason why,

But you don’t need to fear at all,

Because mummy’s going to protect you through it all.

The sweet voice of my mother soon faded and my eyes fluttered open, again, I woke up alone in an empty room with only the morning sunlight creeping into the room through the tiny passage from below the curtains. I sat up and suddenly felt a tear ran down my cheeks, I raise a hand to feel my damp cheeks, “I’ve been crying again.” I thought, I could never tell if that dream was ever a sweet one or a nightmare.

I heard a knock at the door, but kept my silence and started at the door only to have Marry, the house keeper coming in. She walked passed me as if I wasn’t even there, she continued to make her way to my room’s small rubbish bin beside my study table. Cleaning up my room, she did it in silence still not aware of my presence. “Do you always do that?” I asked, causing her to jump and even throw on my pencil at me.

“Oh, Beatrix, you’re awake. I’m so sorry you startled me.” She unhand whatever her hands we gripping to and walked over to me to grab the pencil she just threw.

“I asked a question, Marry.”

“No, Honey. I come in only every Monday morning to clean your room.”

“Don’t call me that.” I said calmly, even when my mind wanted to shout it, only my mother calls me “honey”.

“I’m sorry, Beatrix. I didn’t mean-“ I cut her simply by raising my hand. “You may leave now, Marry. The room is clean as it always is.” She gave a little nod before grabbing the rubbish bin and dashing out as if I was some kind of monster, but maybe I am.

I pulled the cover off and made my way to the showers, it’s another day of Pre-University, “oh, how I wish the world would just end already.”

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It pains me to stare at myself in the mirror as I got dressed, “You have to smile, Beatrix. That’s the only way people will never know” I told myself. “Just smile and at least people will know that you’re okay.”

“Angel!” Albert, my uncle called from the other side of the door before entering. We we’re related in any way, he was my mother’s best friend and he looked at me like his own daughter so I gave him a job as my right hand man.

“Do not call me that, Albert. I don’t like it.”

“Do not give me that, Angel. I have been calling you that since the day I first laid eyes on you in the hospital and I will keep calling you that no matter what.”

“Yet you’re forgetting that it’s me who is signing your cheque.”

“No matter what,” he walked over to me and pulled me away from the mirror to analyze me making sure that I was perfect for the day just like he has always been doing.

“I’m seventeen, Albert. Not five, I can get myself ready. I’m already taking care of a big business with hundreds of employees, I think I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”