Eversight

The Victim

I'd yawn, glancing around the small room, the maroon wallpaper walls. I firmly smacked the mattress. Jonathan would be home anytime soon. I rushed out of my bed, sliding on my chemise and drawers over my head.

Meticulously, I tied the small ribbons with my thin, delicate fingers. I rushed over to the wardrobe. I opened it quickly, snatching the corset and my other clothing items out of the wardrobe. The corset was carefully tied around my waist. I crouched down, glancing under my bed frame and sliding out the crinoline layer of the gown. Standing, I placed my legs inside of the skirt and pulled it up, the ribbons flying around throughout my fingers and falling into an imperfect bow.

I placed on the camisole and petticoat, then my dress overtop the layers. I walked over to the small, broken shards of a mirror, leaning it against my study desk. I tied my hair up into a bun, placing the bonnet over it and tying it under my chin swiftly. I rushed to the cauldron, grabbing the flint and lighting the logs. The water from the last soup remained, I reached into the icebox, grabbing today's freshest poultry and placing it into the boiling water, along with some rosemary and sage.

Jonathan burst through the door. "Where's my dinner, Sage?" He thundered, with his heavy Irish accent.

"Oh, Jonathan please, just hold on a moment it's not done," I said, in a hushed tone. "You know it always takes a bit long for me to fini-"

He stormed over, smacking me upside in the head in the middle of my sentence. I grasped my head, stirring quicker.

"Hurry up. Before your sister goes telling again..."

I sighed, wiping my nose and taking the wooden spoon. I stirred and grabbed a small, shallow bowl and spooned in the soup. I then grabbed John's, a hearty, large amount of soup in a large bowl. I snuck some bread into my petticoat's pocket. Jonathan was sitting at the table, eyeing me. He placed his palm down, grabbing his utensils. I'd place the large bowl in front of him, then sitting down across. I sipped at my soup as he shoved spoonfuls into his mouth.

"Terrible soup. I do so much in this hom-"

I blocked out his words, knowing this lecture. His words began to hit me.

"I do everything, you do nothing!" He stood, throwing his chair at the wall. He walked over to me.

I stared right back.

It happened so quickly. Jonathan's fork was plunged into my waist.

The corset although, protected me.

I glared back, "wincing" in pain. I couldn't believe someone who could do such a thing.

"Get out of my house!" He yelled.

I nodded quickly, slowly removing the fork from my corset as I sprinted into my village.