•F A T E• ➪𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 x 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"A Story"

An entire month has passed , and there hasn't been any changes since the last time.

Although I've been really cautious now ,more than ever, with all I do especially when I shower.

It didn't seem like the others knew that Blake had kept 'a close eye on me' , and since they didn't know , I decided to keep reading the old poems and journals in the drawer.

According to Blake, it was better that he was the only one who knew, if it was anyone else, it would become a bit troublesome.

To be fair, that's one thing that I managed to keep myself occupied with. I wasn't allowed out of the room, Adrian made it really clear.

He found out , that I went so far in escaping so now even he's got his eyes on me. I swear the the feathers on these birds weren't the only abnormal thing about them.

I found out that the poet wasn't Adrian, but someone close to him.

As I read on , more of the old journals , I found out that Adrian's name was laced out in praise.

I found out more about how he was as a kid from the writer's perspective.

Book smart , a young inventor and scientist just like the rest of the geniuses announced here and there. What surprised me more , was how the poet praised him , yet there were slight envy in some of his words.

The writer's thoughts were honest, too honest for his own good. He felt disregard for not being a genius like Adrian. But never cared to express how he felt to his own family, mainly his mother.

He thought it was pointless.

At some point I wanted to label the speaker as Adrian's cousin or something, but I couldn't find any piece of material that would give me the go ahead , so I just couldn't assume.

Making little notes about the mansion , I was stuck on the description that the writer gives.

The way he expresses that this place was so magical and beautiful, I almost wanted to see it for myself.

'If I wasn't held hostage here, I would have really liked to enjoy the scenery'

I looked towards the window, the only thing worthy of looking at. It was a good thing that I had a window to begin with, or else I wouldn't have known what the outside world looked like.

'Not like I can see anything beyond this.'

I sighed and leaned against the glass. Facing the rest of room.

'i wonder if aunt is okay..'

It was strange. I never really cared about others besides myself. Ever since I started living on my own, it was always like that. But now...

It kinda hurt.

I couldn't cry anymore, I couldn't sympathise with myself anymore.

It hurt, of course it did.

I just didn't know how to show it anymore.

Sitting bored , watching the days fly by, counting the seconds, turning them into minutes , understanding the hours that are continuously ticking.

Sometimes I get lost in keeping track and just make up the day.

The only thing I had on my mind , was how long they were planning on keeping me locked up in this place.

When would I be able to finally leave.

I know they told me , countless times, that I had to fall in love with them. But how can I?