a / n ; some quick thing, if my usual 1k/2k word count bothers you, it’s just the way i write. glimpses and all that. it won’t change as long as my approach is still light romantic(?) progress and soft angst.
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H I S
H U B R I S
"You might want to wake up."
Mel pursed her lips before she could let something inappropriate slip through it by pure accident.
"I’m not going to school today."
Mr. Shinatobe rose a skeptical eyebrow to his daughter, a huff settling itself on his exterior. Glancing towards the calendar against the walls, he turned to look back at the child he beared.
"Seems like you can’t even look at a calendar properly. It’s Friday and your day off from school is merely the day after."
"Oh trust me, Dad, I know what day it is. I’m not actively oblivious and passive to everything just like you are," Mel replied, shutting one eye from the blinding light, "Kindly step out of the bedroom, please. I know it’s your house and I am not going to refer it as mine."
"Your blatant charade of disrespect astounds me. Not only have you brought such a sin to this household, you dare act like the victim — "
A sneer fixed itself on Mel’s face, tired of the banter and the hypocrisy, "Last time I checked I was the victim."
"What happened may have been explicit, but it’s your fault as well as the other. Quit acting like it was only your life ruined."
"Why do you keep bringing that up? It’s done and it’s over!"
Honestly, the way her father insists on surfacing that topic, you’d think he was the one most affected and then show off that he was oh-so-disappointed with big fancy words. It hit Mel like a tidal wave, but it’s done now. The damage has not been fixed but left alone. It’s okay entirely and people should start forgetting that it ever happened. Gods, it’s been years! Why couldn’t they just move on?
And oh, she knew perfectly well that it wasn’t only herself that was affected by what has happened before. The other person involved completely fell out with their family and she was lucky to some extent to have been accepted not too awfully yet still not too warmly. Mel no doubt understood that but that did not mean she did not harbor hate for the person involved other than she. Trust her, they were perfectly loathed. While her family had been rather “accepting”, they claimed her at fault for something she did not have a say nor a control to. Deeming that she was a preposterous lady for having let that happen, ruining another person’s life because of her lack of control — where was the justice? She didn’t get that, but she let it go. There was no point on hanging on awful, awful things from before and keep on reminiscing what was hopeless.
A grunt escaped her throat and she wondered why she still holed herself up in the place her parents called home.
It wasn’t “home” anymore. It was just another place.
Home secured and protected. It was the feeling surging through you in a sudden wave of joy, the whimper that escapes your chest in a moment of beckoning and the crinkle in one’s eyes as they smiled free of faux.
This was nowhere near that. Here, it’s like being cautious as if someone would suddenly start to pounce on you. Like the shallow breaths that begin to pour out your throat in the act of being suffocated, your fingers cluthing to the blankets in an attempt to hold on, and seeing your scarred figure from the mirror of the bathroom as you slowly see the glass break.
