Albino Child

Twenty Five

"Of course, I am not that stupid as to make blunt comments such as that to people. I do understand the basics of conversation and how to handle people, sure when we were younger it was as you said, I did not have a greater understanding of others but now, in the present time I do, I know exactly what has gone one and how to handle everything, you may not believe me but I know myself better than you will ever know," I snapped away hurt by her parenting voice, she made me appear as though I was a fool and I was not prepared to take on board such sarcastic comments, frowning as her, my bottom lip began to pout as I crossed my arms as we carried on walking.

She sighed and rolled her eyes in mild frustration, "Sorry. Look, you are acting like an insufferable toddler, grow up a bit, seriously, the behaviour you carry yourself in is ever changing and fluid, one second you could have the upper hand and have manic look that only comes from elderly witches that have lived on the outskirts of society and the next moment you could be throwing a strop over a pathetic occurrence; it is not funny A, I know you are not the best with handling anything that does not go your way or s not done in a particular fashion but you need to learn that sometimes, you have to do it on other people's commands. You cannot be the leader forever A, one day you will have to choose a heir to succeed you or a partner to help you-"

"But, you killed my partner P. N was my first choice for this and you had to push her over the edge and play with all the wrong buttons and pull her fundamental strings; you knew her aching desire to make friends and never be lonely again, you knew that in the facility that she was kept separate from all of others for a long period of time, it was rather late when she was finally transferred to the different block. You knew this and you just had to go and kill her,! I began to cry as I screamed violently while I wrung my hands violently for emphasis, I had not realised how much I missed N, work had piled up and I guess that I had been occupied too much to even notice how much time she took up in my life.

P looked away, her cheeks red in embarrassment as she whispered in a near silent whimper, "I never realised that N was kept without the rest of us, she never told me what it was like for her and whenever I tried to find out, she closed off and skipped away; she never took the social cues I had given her and instead warped all our conversations to hobbies or directed them at me in which I basically talked her ear off. She was open about most topics which helped keep the conversations flowing but there were a few subjects that were off limits for obviously personal reasons; she would never bring up the facility, her fabricated personal life or what she thought of other people, in a positive light she sometimes mentioned people briefly is we were talking about sports fixtures but never in the sense that we could two-face somebody and I could be pointlessly mean about others," she frowned as her stern look gave way for a more nostalgic one, her lips parted for yet another sigh to heave out, the pained look on her face as we reflected on N mirrored my own.

We took a few voluntary moments of silence as we observed our complicated memories, the wires that fused part of our brain were tangled when it came to relieving the moments with N but is all came flowing back when I thought of the room she decorated in my house, a somber but soft smile grew as the pouty expression melted away, the tears of childish frustration metamorphosed into butterflies of bittersweet remembrance; while there were no trickles leaking from P's eyes, I could sense a cool metaphorical hand had stolen them away as she realised it was her fault. We strolled as the pace of nettles growing, each stride a gradual steepening as we recalled the last moments we had with her; lastly, they were stolen away as I reread the message she sent me that were burnt onto the back of my eyelids. I muttered an incoherent phrase, the slurred words had conjoined to reveal a less precise aspect of my personality, I was tired of this all and if I could turn back the clock, I would have saved her; I would rather she never died after all, the constant realisation that she would not be there at my house or at school to frantically greet me with enthusiastic waving or a wave of random happenings was a little heart-breaking. I did not have many companions and every person I did value was kept in a valuable fragment of my belittled heart.

"We are almost here, one last turn okay?" She asked strongly, without a trace of the former regret she held moments ago.

"Okay," I replied hollowly, the bitter word solemnly slipping off my tongue as I choked back any more tears that threatened falling.

She gave me one last sympathetic look before stabbing me in the stomach.