Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2020 18:38:00 GMT -7
The room was dark, the black out curtains only letting in a sliver of light came from in, as the curtains weren’t carefully closed. Thursday laid in bed. She was comfortable, but awake. She could hear movement out in the penthouse, but she closed her eyes, willing it to go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. She didn’t feel good. She had gotten away with not eating any dinner. That was a mistake. She also knew that it was around time that she needed blood again, it had been some time. She felt nauseous, but she wasn’t hungry. If she didn’t move, she wouldn’t feel it, and her stomach wouldn’t rumble. She didn’t want to move. By the light coming into her dark room, she could tell that it was getting later, so she buried herself deeper into her blankets and pillows that covered the surface of her king sized bed. Moving was something that the girl could not bring her to do.
Her mind swam with dark thoughts of laying here until the end. She thought back to the Hogwarts exams, sure of all the T for Troll’s in her future. She was supposed to be one of the smart ones. Not saying that her siblings were dumb, but she could get into the Ravenclaw common room whenever she wanted. But what if the riddles changed, then she would never be able to get in, and she would sleep on the stairs, and beg to be let in by another passer by. It would probably be a first year. She was dumber than a first year!
With a moan, she squirmed under her covers, hearing a small knock on her door, and a voice offering breakfast. If she didn’t answer, they would go away.
No one cared, she was worse than a ghost. She was invisible, and forgotten. Her brothers and sisters weren’t even her brothers and sisters. They were adopted, she was only here by some stupid accident. Any day now, she would be told that, and let out to fend for herself. All alone. That was when the witch hunters would get her. She would die on the streets, cold, alone, forgotten. That would be the end. No one would care. She had friends, but if she dropped off the face of the earth, they wouldn’t care. They probably would have forgotten her by the time the next semester started.
She had to get up. Move. Maybe she really should go out for breakfast, but it already sounded like they were washing dishes. That meant that food was put away, and those who had made food, had completed. That was fine, she wasn’t hungry anyway. Thursday made yet another attempt to move. Her head breached out of the blanket, and found its way onto one of the more comfortable pillows near where she was laying. There, she moved. That was good enough for now.
She really had a bad night sleep, that was a good excuse for her siblings. If they didn’t all hate her by the time she managed to get out of bed. Maybe she would just stay here. She curled into herself. Her protector, Bast, jumped onto the bed, and effectively found her way under the mess of covers and quickly moved to lay by the curled up body. Thursday took the Kneazle into her arms and held her tight. The tears wouldn’t come, but that didn’t matter.
This was the torture of her existence. She made her way back under the covers, curling into the small furry cat like animal. She would get up later. It would be nicer if she had to get up for some reason, but today wasn’t like that. It was summer, and she didn’t have any homework. And the school hadn’t sent out the letters yet, saying what books she needed. Maybe she should have made her way to the shop anyway, and buy some new books, but she really didn’t want to go outside. Maybe if she could get someone to go out with her. Tuesday would go. But they had forgotten about her, no one cared. Why would anyone want to do anything with her. She was all alone. Knowing that was untrue, Thursday still couldn’t get herself to move. If they did care, why weren’t they coming to her. Why did she always need to reach out. She knew that none of them could read her mind, especially being all alone here.
Guess today would be classified as a BAD one.
