Tired,
I am tired.
To move,
And to work,
All seems too much.Now I am seen as lazy —
Yet, I cannot work,
I cannot type,
I cannot continue,
I am sorry.I continue to go on,
I continue to push,
But my work,
Is never as good,
As after I have rested.——
(Unknown...)
~Hebe? Who is Hebe?~
I turn away. Just standing there, merely watching, will do me, and the others inside the house, no good. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
Truly, I turn away because I am scared.
I am scared of being made fun of, and hit. I will just run away, while others get hurt. Like a mutt with her tail between her legs.
Then I will tell myself that everything is great; fantastic, even. Just to lie, and make myself feel better.
I will lie, and lie. The more I do it, the better it makes me feel. I feel better about myself, even though I am the reason Clover can't stand to look at me.
The scariest part is..
I believe it now.
I sigh, and place the clothes down. One by one, I take each piece, and easily lap it over the wire, to dry. The sun has danced its way up to the top of the sky.
Like how the sun will dry these clothes to perfection, I must do the same with myself. Just like Mom has always taught me to do. I continue on with her teachings, even though she is no longer here.
I stare at the small puddle made from each droplet of water from the hanging clothes. Each set of clothes drops the water that makes it heavy and soaked.
The longer I look into the water, the more I see my mom, instead of me. I see her strong cheekbones, I see her highly set eyebrows, I see her long neck — I see her.
And I don't find an ounce of my "dad" in there, either. No, I don't see a trace of him.
Instead, the half of me that isn't my mother, I find someone else.
I see my true father, in his laughing eyes and smile.
I see him in my hair, too. Even if it is covered up by my wig, I still see him there.
"Hebe?" I hear a familiar voice.
I turn around, and see Bean. I smile at him. I don't think I've seen him in a good while now.
He smiles back. Suddenly, I gasp, and shake my head. I take a few steps backwards.
His eyes furrow in confusion, as he walks closer. "Hebe, what's wrong?"
Bean reaches for my hand, to pull me back. To bring me back to the world we are in. To bring me back to that fate that I have been falling into my whole life.
I remember another man trying to take my hand. Now, I recognize him as my father.
Just like I'm doing now, I drew my hand away. I turned away from a chance at freedom, and accepted my fate.
I see that I'm falling into the same trap my mother did.
I'm making the same mistakes she did.
I will end up just how she did.
Except now, I see that this is wrong. I see my world if I don't take his hand. I can faintly see the world if I do take his hand.
This time will be different. I won't make the same mistakes she did. I will choose my fate — Even if it has already been written out for me since the beginning.
So, this time, I take his hand. He gives me another smile, and slowly, I find myself forgetting about the problems I might be causing.
I'm lying to myself again, and this time I have caught myself doing just that.
Now, though, this feels like the truth. Not a lie.
"Yikes, someone might have thought you just saw the gods themselves!" Bean comments, and laughs.
I hug him tightly. He hugs me back, and gently rubs my back. If I were a dog, I bet I could smell the confusion coming from him.
"...Is everything alright?" He asks.
I avoid the question, and ask about something else instead; on a word I have never heard before. "What are these gods?"
"What are gods?" He repeats my question, before answering, "People like to believe in them; they give them comfort that everything will be alright. Some even like to believe they created the world,"
"Well," I step back again, and grin, "maybe I did see them,"
——
A/N: this is chapter from one of the books which is previous to this called "Cursed World". I added it because:
1. I literally cannot write, I am like just too overworked because I have a lot of finals right now, but I still wanted to post something
2. I didn't just grab a random book and slap it done, actualllyyy, "Cursed World" has some relations to this book, that you will see later!! (The chapters from it are very short, and I have to update it sometime LOL)
I will add a few more chapters from that book, so enjoy!!
-thE AuThoR

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