This isn’t where I wanted to be.
As she snaps back to her senses for the third time tonight, she have been spacing out while trying to meet deadlines for her paper. Again.
“I cram too much” she mumbled.
No one could hear her of course for she is alone; the only thing that is accompanying her are the few dolls she have, her laptop and those eerie sculptures that her auntie said would bring “good luck”. Besides, it is already late night.
As the laptop displayed the time she wonders out loud, it has already been a little more than 14 hours since her last meal with M͏͢i̛҉̛́̕c̛͝h̸̢ȩ̢͠l͡҉͟ĺ̨̀͜͡ę҉͏ and K̸̴̨͞r̸̡͢͞i̢͘s͏̧͏̀̕t̨͟ơ̢͟͝p͏͞͏̴̀h̀͡. Nothing too extravagant, just those salt eggs and cucumber she loves so much while they eat like there’s no tomorrow.
It is almost as if instincts when she stood up and got her dark blue jacket and black wallet so swiftly like a surprised kitten; the keys, however, are missing. Keys, something she should never forget-
“Or get locked out side and sleep on that rocking chair” like that one back at home
It’s already been five years since she left that house, the place she used to call home. All it took was a little over reaction and misunderstanding and a whole lot of impulsiveness to get into the current situation. Thinking back, the ones she solely missed is her sisters. Her stubborn, nosy, loving, innocent elder sister; her cute younger sister probably the most talented and smart between the three of them.
She smiles as the thought runs through.
It is a short way down from the attic to the front door, she quickly regains her thought. Fourth time.
It is a cool chilly night, drizzling. As the rain drops on her cheek, the wind blows; her shoulder length hair black as night, dances around her. As she walks through the cold cement, she combs her hair placing it behind her ears. Should’ve brought my hair band.
It is not something that irritates her though. She enjoys the nightly walks and this is the kind of weather she loves. She’d never get tired of this routine.
Crickets. She has already reached the “green area” without her noticing. A rush of nostalgia and melancholy even if she never lived in the rural areas, she closes her eyes.
As if someone was playing music with her heart, she feels strings plucking; heavy beats as blood rushed in her head and chest. She spread open her arms and danced, simply swirling around like a lone princess in a ballroom. Not bad, not bad at all.