My life is like a feather that flies in the air, from the wings of a bird. It is no longer wanted, or needed. Nobody cares about it. it has no beauty. No future. No dreams, and most of all no one loves it. From the day I was born I had nobody, and s...
It was another, dull and colourless day in the bright, echoing palace. Trees grew, without leaves or filled with wild leaves, as no gardener ever came. No birds or insects dared enter the lifeless palace. The sun was the only bright thing in this palace. Not even I was colourful. Another day, of the same routine.
Wake up, brush my teeth, get dress, make food, read, go to sleep.
Nothing special or exciting ever appeared in my life. I looked in the mirror at myself. My eyes were baggy with dark circles surrounding them. The once golden face, which I can't recall I had, had turned pale. My bones, scraped my skin giving off a skeleton look. There was no beauty in this body. Understandable though, the same nightmare had been keeping me awake for the past few days. I had been irritated of even the thought of eating. I couldn't drink water either. The darkness kept coming to me again, sending me into a spiral of a black hole. I knew, even though I didn't look the best and wasn't hungry, I needed to eat. If I didn't I won't be able to survive. Even though there was no use surviving, a little voice in my head told me I should. How desperate I was to think there was someone guiding me. How dejected I was to think I could have happiness. I laughed, thinking of how delusional I was.
I quickly sprinted to my wardrobe, to look for clothes for me to wear. All my clothes had grown out of me. At least that soulless beast could have given me sufficient clothes to wear. He was a child too, he knows that people grow out of their clothes. For goodness sakes, I am only ten!
Urgh!
With a heavy sigh, I take the dresses that I could no longer wear and started to get my sowing materials ready. I revised back to all the fifty books I read on "How to Be a Good Wife" or "What a Girl Needs to Have a Man". These all were literally on how to sow and that's about it, of course with the constant attempts to convince me a man is more important in my life and without them I am nothing. What rubbish was I reading, I never knew it would actually come into use. I have been living fine without any male figure in my life, so why should I care about having one in the first place. The books were even written by males. Such self-absorbed brats. What type of society has girls grown up in. What rubbish were they reading, "you need a man to succeed". An atrocious man was what caused my downfall for goodness sake!
With a rip of the wool, I continued to follow the way to make a "Beautiful dress to impress a guy". I scoff thinking of the language in there. My memory was extraordinarily clear, and without it, I don't think I would have survived this horrendous day without a bit of humour. I slowly, turn to look at my creation. It was a black dress, that extended to the ground. The top part was covered in the jewels from my last dresses. The arms were covered in floral-like silk that was see-through.
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Yuck! What had I created? It was too dazzling and extravagant for my taste. Unfortunately, I didn't want to go through a walk down memory lane of the sickening books I have read. With no more hopes of creating another piece, that could possibly be even worse, I quickly change into it. I walked to the kitchen to again find it empty with no cooks, meaning I had to cook for myself like I had been doing from the day I turned two. I bet that monster knew what he was doing all along. I think he wanted me to perish. Well, I won't let him win that easily.
I slowly start cooking, with the food I had learnt to grow in the garden of the palace. The palace was hidden inside a lengthy forest, which had grown bigger and wilder due to it not being renovated or maintained. I personally enjoyed the mess, it gave a feeling of a whole in my empty heart. My heart, which will never be loved. I am vegetarian if you would call me that. I have never had meat in my life. I don't want to harm any animals, as only a few visit me, but even then they deserve to live than keep this useless soul alive. I start backtracking to the book on "Cooking a Feast".
"What will I cook for myself today?" I say to myself. With that, I pick the option of a carrot stew with sweet potato. My mouth starts watering at the thought of eating after days. I start cooking, remembering each step from the book. I love Corden Lamsey's cooking, especially his cookbooks. He describes every step in detail and they are never too hard to make. The sweet smell of the stew explodes the kitchen, sending a warm feeling inside of me. I quickly get all the food ready, about to feast on it as the book said. As my mouth comes into contact with the stew I made, my face turns red. It was amazing. My stomach urges me to eat more, growling at me that I don't eat fast enough. With the final scraps of my spoon, I leave the dishes in the sink for me to clean later.
I had been occupied from the essential things I needed to do, but now I am again left alone in my boredom. I could go read, but that means sooner or later I won't have anything to read anymore. Voices start debating inside my head, saying if I should go and read a book or not. Of course the obvious voices of terror and fear still flood my mind. I slowly start to realise that I had walked into the forest while thinking about this debate in my head. My eyes had caught a light or sound from a bush. My legs now kept moving towards whatever it was I had just seen and heard. Suddenly my feet start racing for the light like I have hope. I sprint like it is my first time escaping the palace because it is.
A sudden cold, like a wall, crashes into me. I wouldn't say it was a wall, but it was hard. My legs go stumbling back, making me lose my balance. I kinda regretted not eating for the past few days as my energy level has become slow. I shake my head ferociously to make sense of what I had just done. My memory guiding me through everything slowly and carefully. Then I remembered, what had I bumped into. My eyes slowly scanned up, scrutinising what was in front of me. A shiver went through me. My instincts caused me to flinch. Fear met me.
Oh, dear!
Author's Note: Hehe! :) I hope you are enjoying it so far. Sorry for all the gloominess and if it ruined your day, but this is very important as Nora is a very special child. Anywho, the Chapter Question is, "Who or what do you think Nora bumped into?" Don't think I will not make you suffer in suspense though 🤣🤣. Just kidding.
