A Mali Estremi, Estremi Rimedi
Frustration
I grabbed the piece of paper before it could fly out the window. Slamming it angrily onto the table I cursed and read it again. For the fourth time in less then five minutes.
"What the fuck do they want with me?" I murmured quietly to myself in the silence of the now empty mansion I stood in, my pink iris' darting to the open window that the breeze came in through.
Walking over to the window I slammed it shut and started pacing back and forth in front of the table, my black boots not making a sound while I eyed the paper suspiciously.
"I purposely haven't had contact with her in years… Why the hell would they want me to help them out now? After I hurt her so badly…" My thoughts trailed off as I got a trip down memory lane of my last departure from that place. It wasn’t nearly as smooth as it should have been.
"It doesn’t matter," I shook my head roughly to clear my thoughts. "She's not the one asking for me anyway. But still…" I stopped my pacing and stood in front of the table looking down to that damn piece of paper yet again, running a hand through my long naturally white hair.
"They shouldn’t be asking for me. I'm still an outsider either way." Sighing again, I reached out and took the letter. Turning around I headed for the stairs that would lead me up the grand staircase and to the guest room where my things were.
Reaching the room I borrowed I started quickly, yet efficiently packing up all my belongings, and stuffing them into my large black duffel. Shouldering it, and grabbing a medium sized suitcase like bag, I looked at the room to make sure I had everything before leaving.
Out the room, down the hall, down the grand staircase, and out the side door I went leaving nothing behind me to signal that I had been there. Nothing but the slightly misplaced dust in the guest room at the farthest end of the mansion even suggests that it had been occupied.
"What the fuck do they want with me?" I murmured quietly to myself in the silence of the now empty mansion I stood in, my pink iris' darting to the open window that the breeze came in through.
Walking over to the window I slammed it shut and started pacing back and forth in front of the table, my black boots not making a sound while I eyed the paper suspiciously.
"I purposely haven't had contact with her in years… Why the hell would they want me to help them out now? After I hurt her so badly…" My thoughts trailed off as I got a trip down memory lane of my last departure from that place. It wasn’t nearly as smooth as it should have been.
"It doesn’t matter," I shook my head roughly to clear my thoughts. "She's not the one asking for me anyway. But still…" I stopped my pacing and stood in front of the table looking down to that damn piece of paper yet again, running a hand through my long naturally white hair.
"They shouldn’t be asking for me. I'm still an outsider either way." Sighing again, I reached out and took the letter. Turning around I headed for the stairs that would lead me up the grand staircase and to the guest room where my things were.
Reaching the room I borrowed I started quickly, yet efficiently packing up all my belongings, and stuffing them into my large black duffel. Shouldering it, and grabbing a medium sized suitcase like bag, I looked at the room to make sure I had everything before leaving.
Out the room, down the hall, down the grand staircase, and out the side door I went leaving nothing behind me to signal that I had been there. Nothing but the slightly misplaced dust in the guest room at the farthest end of the mansion even suggests that it had been occupied.
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This is just the beggining. The other chapters will be much longer I'm sure. Its the same kind of format as with Tearjerker Masochist. I write a chapter then my co-writer does one.