|"She's Leaving Home Part One" (standard:fairy tales, 845 words) [1/2] show all parts|
|Author: Remnant Vie||Added: May 05 2001||Views/Reads: 3254/1||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|With her families' safety(as well as a desire to be on her own awhile) at heart, a seventeen year old girl leaves home with mixed emotions. An update of a somewhat "overlooked" fairytale, this story is a mustread for all ages. **feedback appre|
“She’s Leaving Home” (Part One) Dear Brother: I feel as if the burden of this “sickness” that the Gods have cursed me with has weighed down on our family long enough. Finally, after nearly seventeen years, I realized that as tired as I am of the monster pacing restlessly within the walls of my tormented soul, just waiting for it’s three night release upon the Ides (15th) of each month, you and Poppa must be a million times more tired from trying to contain it. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes my numbers and lessons, but I realize that I can no longer live the lie of pretending that it‘s going to eventually get better. I need to get away for awhile Brother, have time to think some things through, perhaps make a life for myself in another land, thus I am leaving home. Worry not for me and look to the bright side of all this, there will be no more straining our backs and eyes trying to drag the mutilated corpse of my victims away from the house before daybreak. Imagine the suspicion it would raise if ever we were to slack off...-I don’t want to risk it anymore. Do not bother to look for me, by the time you find this scrap of parchment paper stuck to the privy door, I will be long gone. Please kiss Poppa for me, and spit in the eye of Eirsha. If I were more of a fighter I’d be tempted to lock myself in a room with her when the sickness takes over. It pains me how she's tried to take our Mothers' place all these years, while belittling me every step of the way. I don’t care what anyone says, she’s a witch, and doesn’t deserve all the affection and praise Poppa showers over her. Hmm, well I guess I ought stop stalling, and get a move on. My heart is your heart forever and a day. -Your Favorite (and only) Sister I smiled wryly, before setting my feathered pen down into it’s ink quill. After folding the letter, and sealing it with a bit of wax, I rose from my desk. Thankful for the dim light my candle cast across the otherwise dark house, I was able to make my way to the front door without stumbling over anything and awakening the entire household. On my toes, I opened the door, and had to take a few deep breaths before I was able to walk through it, and into the big, black nothingness of the night. I stole to the privy (or outhouse as most other commoners call it), and tacked my letter to the door. After picking up my bag that I'd hidden behind the wooden structure earlier that day, I walked into our backyard, turning back to look at my house one last time. Despite the crumbling roof, a few broken windows, and scraggly grass, ripe with the smell of chicken droppings , it is...-well it WAS my home. I was literally born in that very yard, my pregnant Mother hadn’t been able to make it into our little green house. I’d swung from the abundant maple trees with my Brother as a child, wrestled the millers’ son, Cassmato to the ground until he screamed for mercy, and broken my arm on a dare to jump from the sloping porch onto a pile of hay. As I got older, I remembered taking my needlework outside to enjoy the cool breeze blowing off our villages’ river, having water fights with my brother and his friends when we were supposed to be watering the crops, and even kissing Cassmato behind our huge oak tree last Midsummers' Eve before he walked me to the front door. On the other hand, it was just a bunch of boards, held together by nails, and plaster, set on a bit a land, nothing that I couldn’t find elsewhere, or build for myself. Wearing a layered look of hope, and sadness, I looked back at the house one last time, before hitching up my bag on my shoulders. Tears cascading from my eyes, into the curved smile I tried to set my mouth in, I took a few steps, before turning to look back at the house, imagining my sleeping family within its’ tattered walls. I kept telling myself that leaving was for the best, especially since I would be killing several birds with one stone. I mean, my family wouldn’t have to worry about their reputations, or safety, and I would hopefully find a place for myself outside of a land that would shoot silver arrows through my heart if my “secret” ever got out. Taking care not to get too close to the river that ran as a muddy creek throughout our land, I took a tentative step into the threshold of an uncertain future. ~Fin~(to be continued, or in other words, if it doesn't make sense in this chapter, most likely it'll be explained in the next part!) Tweet
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