April 8th,
I knocked at that old rickety door for the first time since I'd arrived today. When I was summoned to walk in, I was surprised to be let in.
H-hello father. I shut the door silently behind me. Today I'd decided to bring you up mamma.
Father had looked up from his books, only giving me a glance, and then turned back to his work. Indifferent. I bet he thought I was Jema at first.
Yes, Lucy? He seemed a bit impatient now, I was surprised he even knew my name. I wanted to turn around and run, but I'd already made it inside,and shut the door. I took in a deep breath. Summoning some courage.
It's something quite important father. I'd appreciate it if you paid me some attention. He stopped writing, and turned to look at me, taking off his glasses. My breath hitched.
He spoke. Go on.
Jema. I said lamely, Jema hears mamma. His eyes narrowed.
See I chose to begin with Jema's scenario first. Simply because mentioning myself first only meant he would assume i'm still mad, and would never hear me out. On the other hand, Jema is completely sane. Mentioning her would give him not much of a choice but to believe. Even if she seems too young.
Lucy, don't be stupid. He turned back to his work.
Father I am NOT lying to you. I fumed. Jema can hear mamma, in the walls at night. Whispering to her and-
Your mother is dead, Lucy!
I was silent. Father rubbed his eyes.
And I suppose you came here because you hear her too. I cringed at his statement. Said nothing, and bit back a sob.
He thinks I'm still insane mamma. I'm sure of it.
I stormed out of the room, and haven't seen him ever since.
-Lucy
