Fragile As Paper (Golden x Fem Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: The House Of The Mentally Unstable

((Take this and forgive me for I am depressed and has never had an espresso))

  I arrived home and wasn't brought with an expected sight.

  For some reason the house was clean when I walked in, and a few people were there as well. Father was well dressed and clean, the usual signed he had when intoxicated were not present, and no bottles seemed to have been recently opened.

  'Ah! There you are kid!' I read my Father saying in an unusually cheery expression, as they all turn their head to me. 'Everyone, this is my daughter, sweetie these are some old of my friends of mine. Don't be shy!' I walked up to them and bowed in a polite manner, saying a slow but short,

"Hello. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

  They all talked at the same time but I couldn't decipher what they were saying, so I looked at Father for instructions.

  He mouthed, 'go to your room and don't come out' as everyone else conversed with each other, so I followed his instructions and bowed with a small "excuse me", and hastily walked up to me room as politely as possible. I closed my door as gently and sat onto the pile of blankets I have called my bed.

  As I felt the vibration of their sound waves and conversation, I sat still, knowing Father would get angry if I make a sound.

  It was weird for him to invite people over, more or less call them old friends and not seem like they're here for ill intent.

  I decided to brush it off and laid down on my bed, letting my mind drift off to the imaginary land I have for a third home.

  I felt footsteps, knocking me out of my imagination, heavy but no sound waves seemed to have emanated from them.

  My door creaks open and as I sit up quickly it uncovers a lady, from the group of old friends Father invited over.

  Her mouth moved, but I couldn't concentrate enough to read them.

  I looked at her, before remembering how rude it is to stare, quickly and quietly grabbing a white board I had next to me for drawing along with an expo marker.

  I wrote down, 'Can you write what you say please?'

  They read it and grabbed the marker from my hand writing the simple question of 'Why?'

  I pointed to the ear behind my mask, hoping they had the message and don't go telling Father.

  'You can't hear?' I saw them hesitate as they wrote that, trying to figure out what I meant, and I nodded, thankful that the gesture didn't escalate to anything else.

  They smiled and simply patted me on the head, having a finger up to their lips in a mouth sealed motion and walked away.

  Well that was something. All I can hope now is for Father to give me mercy and not bring me to the brink of dead.

  The day passed by as I couped up in my room, and thankfully Father hasn't visited me today. I went to sleep and got ready for the next day.

  The early day passed by quickly as always, as I found myself in my car riding to school with my mask off. The new bruises from the morning still feeling freshly caused.

  I pulled up onto the school parking lot and grabbed my mask from its place on shotgun, delicately placing on top of my face and walking out, clicking and locking my doors while I place my checkered bag onto my shoulders.  

    I walk to class and start my day. The third day of prison is the third day of repeat in a world of illusions.

((Couldn't find any more transitions and I really want to get this chapter out rn so-))

((I'll plan to make a chapter three times as long as this one and I won't post it until I meet it- (So 1992 words long got it-)))