Nagala

Chapter 1: Imaginary Friend

                                                            Nagala-Chapter 1: Imaginary Friend

Til' death, do us part. That's a line I clearly remember when my parents got married. That line is supposed to mean 'To never leave each other's side and will love each other forever. Even after death.' That means they're stuck together, even if they fight and hate one another, right? Why don't they just get a divorce, I'm tired of hearing all the yelling... 

A girl's voice echoed in her mind, as she wrote on some lined paper. She was sitting at a desk that seemed to have gained some years, due to its chipped form and dented spots. Her wavy, dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and her green eyes held stress, while her thoughts sounded agitated.

"Abigail! Get down here right now and eat! I didn't make this supper, just so you could let it get old and moldy!" Just hearing her mother's voice screaming, Abigail groaned and rolled her eyes before standing from her seat. Her pencil took a rough impact after she threw it on her desk and rushed out of her room. She wore a black jacket made of worn cotton and had a thumb hole on both sleeves, they seemed rather ripped as if the cuffs were tattered on purpose. She had a black T-shirt and tight black jeans.

"Coming!" Her voice rose and was a bit annoyed; she hated her mother for various reasons. One of those reasons was because of the mansion her mom bought. Their house was a two-story mansion made of dark gray stone and crows usually like to sit at the tips of the roof. Inside the flooring was stone as well. No matter whose feet walked upon the floor, anyone could hear the patting of their shoes and they would echo through the halls. Luckily for Abigail, her bedroom was close to the stairs that led down into the main entrance hall. She wore socks, so no sound would resonate through the halls. There was a staircase in view as soon as she left her room safely and to her left was another flight of stairs that led up into the attic. "Why did they have to get such a huge house?" She mumbled to herself and groaned a bit before scaling the stairs in front of her.

Down the steps, she turned and walked through an archway that separated the flight of stairs and the platform that resided in the main entrance hall. Her legs scurried across the platform and past the main staircase that led down to the main entrance. The main entrance hall was on the first floor and the kitchen being on the platform above the stairs made it easy for both her and her parents to eat together. Although most of the time when they do eat together, she has to deal with a lot of arguments between her mom and dad. Now that she was in the kitchen, she saw her parents sitting at the table already eating in silence. She was relieved that it was quiet because she was tired of hearing those two argue constantly like two animals protecting territory.

"About time you got down here, we're already going to be late! Why didn't you come down here to help with supper? You're nineteen and yet, you can't even do that?" Her mom asked with anger filling her voice, not once even taking a peek at her daughter. Her husband was too busy eating to even care what she was asking, he barely paid any mind when Abigail walked into the kitchen. Knowing her parents hardly paid any attention, even after she accepted it, it still upset Abigail.

"I just finished cleaning up my room Mom," she said with a lowered voice. "I told you it was going to take me a bit to do it since I had dirty clothes all over the floor and crumpled-up paper," Abby explained with a bit of irritation in her tone and sat down in her chair. Grabbing a bowl of mashed potatoes, her hand gripped a big spoon and started to scoop some onto her plate.

"Damn it, Abigail! It's your job to cook dinner! You can take care of your problems after you've helped us out! I wished you'd stop being so selfish and think of your parents, for a change!" Her mother exclaimed and made a fist on the table, then took a quick sip of her water.