Isolation

CHAPTER 2--

I lay in bed. Awake. Possibly pondering the meaning of life. Or listening to Dad’s exasperating rant about firing his secretary. I could hear just a bit of what seemed like Emeline agreeing with my dad, telling him ridiculous ways to fire that poor woman. I just can’t blame my mom. If this is what she had to deal with every day, she is one strong and tolerating woman. At this point, it is so tempting to stomp down the stairs and scream at the top of my lungs to tell them to stop. It is possible, but not without a proper month of grounding and consequences I’d prefer not to face. Instead, I take advantage of my daily insomnia and decide to take a shower as I have been awake for hours and it is four in the morning. I sleepily glide towards the bathroom. As I reach for the bottle of soap to wash my unkempt hair, I glance at the red lipsticks my mother use to use in the cabinets next to the mirror in the bathroom. I miss my mom so much. Ever since she left, sick & tired of my father, I guess she couldn’t withstand my father’s obnoxious rants anymore. Which I understand, but I still cannot escape this lonely feeling inside of me. It’s not liberating in any way, to be honest, with my mother leaving. It would’ve been if it was my dad leaving. What makes everything ten times worse, is that Emeline has been even more bothersome following mother’s depart. It may seem that she is stressed with the workload of doing mother’s chores, but she actually is taking advantage of the fact that Mother has left by annoying Mason and I. Mason is just a baby, but even annoying Mason and making him cry is possible with a moron like Emeline. The day Emeline figures out that my father is one seriously corrupt politician, I will be pleasantly stunned. That reminds me of school, which I will start in two days. I really hate school and don’t necessarily find the need to learn so many subjects! I honestly don’t think that anything we are learning will help us in the future. The truth is, I’m not very good at making friends. Everybody thinks I’m some weird girl, and they run away from me, as I’m just Blake, a pale, unique, and lonely girl. I think they are scared of me because I am the president’s daughter. If so, it’s most possibly because of my father’s corrupt mind.

“Blakey, I can’t sleep. Daddy’s talking too loud downstairs.” Mason crawls into my room, rubbing his tired, exhausted, eyes. “I know, Mason,” I reply, sleepily, “But sometimes, you just have to walk away from the loud people, and imagine you’re in your own world. With all the things you’ve ever dreamed of. Like your favorite chocolates and toys. Then imagine you are walking through that world and devouring all the delights and sights there.” I’m pretty sure Mason couldn’t understand a word, but I could see his eyes glittering with imagination in the darkness of my dimly lit room. “Here.” I climb off my bed and rummage through the stuff under my bed and pull out a heart-shaped box. I take off the lid and pull out one of Mason’s favorite chocolate, “Reese’s Pieces.” “Ooh, yummy!” Mason exclaims, jumping swiftly off the bed and reaching for the chocolate in my hand. “Here you go, Mason, now eat it quickly and sleep.” I tell him, even though I know inside that sugary chocolate makes it harder to sleep. But somehow Mason goes to sleep when he gets something he wants.

Here is a link to Chapter 1 in my friend’s, Ruchi’s, blog:

ruchimangtani.blogspot.com