Silent Pantomime

Chapter 9 | Wow, just lovely

Chapter 9🌌:

I stared at my dad, dead in the eyes, his words rolling straight over my head. He looked as though he was anticipating me to get angry, but why should I? He could marry who he wanted, but maybe his daughter that he is estranged to, despite living in the same house, would have liked to have known he at least had a girlfriend.

"I'm named after a witch," I simply stated, "Did you know that?"

My dad looked confused at my quiet outburst as he stuttered out an answer, "Did...did you even hear what I said?"

I maintained eye contact and nodded my head slightly.

"Of course I did, I'm not a dunce," and I smiled sweetly.

My dad's eyes went wide and he snapped, "Hazel, don't use that fucking language in my house."

Of course. You ignore your daughter for weeks on end, but it is okay to tell her off for saying a word, while you say a worse word. My dad really was a dun—

Sorry, didn't mean to be offensive. He's just a screw up.

I continued to smile at him sweetly, "So what's her name?"

Dad showed a momentary look of defeat, as if he were surprised that snapping at me didn't make me upset.

"Katherine," he murmured, confused by if I was happy or angry.

"Aw little kitty cat," I smiled even brighter, "How bloody cute!"

Now my dad stopped being confused.

"Hazel stop being sarcastic and have an actual grown up conversation with me," he shot, which made me smile again.

"I am being grown up, I'm complimenting your little friend's name," which made my dad roll his eyes, "What? I bet she's..." and I leaned forward, "...lovely."

My dad suddenly grew about ten feet as he shot up in sudden anger, "You better stop this attitude by tomorrow, me, you, Katherine and Annika are all going out for lunch tomorrow."

But I took the anger like a pinch of salt, "Annika?" My dad sighed and put his fingers between his eyes in frustration.

"Katherine's daughter."

How amazing, a wicked stepmother and an evil stepsister.

"Wow," I smiled, "the fairytale continues." And with that I got off the sofa and marched off to my room, despite my dad wanting to carry on with our wonderful discussion. I don't know if it was sheer coincidence or lord above was spreading his love; but my dad's radio started to play 'Angel Eyes' by the ABBA as I wandered out. My parent's wedding song.

Did you know when you see someone or something that you really love, your pupils I'm your eyes, whether they are angelic or devilish become much larger? I'm pretty sure the opposite happened to my dad if anyone so much as mentioned me to him, his irises probably dilated instead of the pupils. I didn't know what our relationship was like - but it was far beyond love.

I stomped in my room and flung open my laptop onto my Tumblr page, something I hadn't done since I found out what I did to Ally. I started to type, not angrily, not sadly, just typed really fast about what was going on.

"Do you ever have one of those moments when you think wow, just lovely, my life is just wow just lovely? That's how perfect everything in my life feels at the moment, perfect, perfect, perfect. Pure perfection. Everything is falling right back into place like a puzzle. I got my fairytale life. So let's celebrate : to everything being lovely."

Slamming my laptop shut, I threw myself back over to my sanity hidden under the pillow. The sarcasm that had been coursing through my veins slowly seeped out as I typed, so all I needed was to reread the letters I had received. Every individual detail, to remind me that the focus was on me. Someone was paying attention to me, even as my life was breaking apart. So I read every gruesome detail of the letters to the point where I could recite them in my sleep. Every word was scratched into my brain as I read until my eyes hurt. I breathed out slowly, as I put the latest letter underneath the pillow.

"Hello?" I whispered. "I know I don't know you, but you seem to know a hell of a lot about me. I don't know how you found this out, but that means you can probably hear me now, am I right? Can you tell me tomorrow in the letter if you can hear me? I just kind of want to know if you can hear me because that's cool, I guess," and I let out a small nervous laugh. "I don't know what I'm on about right now, but I can't tell anyone about you, but can I at least talk to you about it? I mean, these notes I'm getting from you are amazing, you're a really good detective."

I didn't know what I was on about, but I felt like talking to someone. All of my 'friends' weren't really material enough for me to rant to, anyway, I would probably have ended up telling them about my letter benefactor, which would make everyone know what I did to Ally. I paused again, "Can you hear me?"

I wasn't expecting anyone to answer, but part of me wished there was. I wanted someone to jump out of wherever they were watching me from just to tell me they could hear me. That they were listening. I lived off attention, but having someone care would also be a bonus.

I threw my head up at the ceiling in frustration.

I didn't want to meet dad's fiancé.

I didn't want to meet my new snotty stepsister.

I didn't want to go out with my dad at all.

Wow, just lovely.