Round 2: Christmas Darkness
"It is helpful to know the proper way to behave, so one can decide whether or not to be proper."
A/N So here is the short story for the second round I hope you like it enough for me to continue in the competition! Enjoy! @IamSiobhan
Christmas. Known for the gift sharing, heartfelt meaningful statements said to your family in order to say thank you, the laziness of sitting around your tree surrounded by bundles of wrapping paper smiling because you got most of whatever it is you wanted, and then afterward at night sitting at a table with your family sharing a meal, thanking everyone, and eating the best made food you have ever tasted.
But as I woke up I turned to my clock, realized it was Christmas morning, and just stretched. I then lightly touched my bare feet on the cold wooden ground and trudged downstairs to eat breakfast. I quickly glanced at the barren home devoid of any decoration to signify the "special" holiday and felt a pang of sadness. Each time I looked around my family home during this supposed happy time I was reminded of my cold origins, reminded of my barely present and frequently absent parents.
As I plopped down on the tiled ground deciding to not sit on the couch, I turned on the T.V., and ate my just prepared scrambled eggs ready to just watch all the Christmas specials on ABC FAMILY for the day. Suddenly I heard a rapping on the door and scurried to see who it was. I looked through the peep hole and could see the jet black hair and practically dead brown eyes of my mother. I slowly opened the door with a frown praying that she would be gone soon.
"Emery, my child, we are going to a Christmas dinner. Get ready, we leave in an hour" she stated
"What?... No good morning or how about a simple "Merry Christmas!"" I said angrily
My mother with her back turned to me huffed and walked away choosing to not even acknowledge my statement. I shook my head and stomped upstairs angry at the world and my sucky parents. I rummaged through my closet found a suitable dress, threw it on, and went back to watching my Christmas specials. As I watched deep down I was slightly hoping that it would actually be a real Christmas dinner which turned out to be absolutely wrong.
We arrived at the stately mansion and immediately all my hopes were gone. I suddenly went numb as I always did when in public and put on the perfect little daughter facade while I sunk deeper and deeper inside myself. I stepped into the mansion saw my father talking to a familiar business man my father frequently invites to our house; I then immediately knew this was a business dinner. I sat at the table like everyone else suddenly tired of pretending and put on my real blank, numb, hurt, problematic face.
"It is helpful to know the proper way to behave, so one can decide whether or not to be proper." she stated to the public
I stayed quiet ignoring my mother's statements until she mumbled threatiningly something so maddening I screamed.
"Choose correctly Emery"
I turned towards her and screamed at her sounding more like a warbled whale call as my screams mixed with my messy pants as I cried. I slapped her as everyone stared except for my busy father who stepped outside to take a business call. I let all my frustrations go and ran out of the mansion, my tears blurring my vision. I ran into the street and felt all my bones shatter as a car rammed into me. I layed down near death with the same blank expression as before trying to decide if I am happy about my tragic ending or not. But the last thing I heard solidified my feelings and I smiled as I welcomed the darkness to take me.
"You should've chosen to be proper" my mother whispered
