Erm... so do you like this story? The shy and introverted Emily asked. No! A sweet yet cold voice answered.
You are always like this, when can you actually appreciate this.
Sadness was seen in the eyes of the little author when her only sister gave her a cold and sharp 'no'.
Seeing the light in her eyes dim to console her she started saying: It's really good but as she suffers a lot and reaches a dead end with nobody to be even near her isn't her fate too cruel. Think about this, if you were her and first you fight for your life, then you have inevitably lost it and now as for the punishment for failure you are sealed of from everywhere like an outcast always waiting for somebody to quench your loneliness, waiting for that glimmer of hope that doesn't exist. With only eternity to befriend, existing outside of reincarnation. It's such a pitiful fate for a person who only wanted the love of one person who was her father. But still I am just saying that out of my love for you. You know that right. The words that were spout out were sweeter than honey but was as much as poisonous as she portrayed herself as a kind and loving elder sister was nothing but a facade to give contempt and sarcasm by making her words the light and hope for a lost dog who had received her sympathy. a
A form of kindness which withheld superiority. A way for her to fell self joy and feel self peace, a way of covering up the guilt she held deep in her heart.
Yes sister, I know you always tell me this for my sake. I am just happy as you are here in place of mother who died an unjust death. Silent tears rolled down of Emily's eyes and the sound of the dripping tears echoed in the small room which only had a bed and wardrobe and a circular window which overlooked the outside world. In a beautiful mansion Emily felt like she was in a bird cage. Due to the blatant discrimination she faced for not being beautiful she had to occupy the attic not because she wanted to but because of her family which consisted of her pretty and beautiful sister, handsome father, rich stepmother and a handsome stepbrother. She also knew that the care she got from her sister was not because she genuinely wished for her happiness but due to the fact that Emily looked like her mother and the guilt of playing an active part in killing her own blood mother.
In a mansion filled with hatred from all sides including the servants she actively played her part of being a naive, fragile, shy, introverted and gullible daughter who was stupid was the picture she painted into everyone's heart.
Not even knowing that she was wearing a mask she slowly was collecting not evidence for her mother's death but connections and funds to devour the whole family and the years of mistreatment she had to suffer.
The air was filled with the scent of awkwardness and Lily who could no longer keep the conversation going left the room while putting on a smile. Soon after Emily sighed a breath of relief and after reviewing the story fell into a deep slumber.
Hey! Hey hey hey heyyyyyyyyy! Ok I got it. Stop shouting whoever it is will ya. Emily shouted after being very annoyed. Wait! she suddenly came back to her senses as no one in the mansion would ever care for her. Quickly getting up she notices as it is very dark but could see the outline of the water separating from the sky. In disbelief she frantically looks left and right only to find out she is in the incomplete novel she wrote and is trapped in the same Abyss as Lily Thompson with only eternity as her friend.