blindsides (kari)
May 1, 2018 20:30:14 GMT -5
Post by ryan on May 1, 2018 20:30:14 GMT -5
I couldn’t believe that I was finally getting a chance to work on the house of my dreams.
You see, since my mother had died, it had been hard for me and my brother to realize our full potential.
She had broken us in many pieces, none of which remained near each other.
She was a selfish person that put herself and her needs before her children.
You ask why? Because she had been treated wrong by my father, who conveniently wasn’t around anymore. I wondered if he was still alive, seeing as my mother was never honest with us during the time that she was alive.
All I know is that when I buried her, I didn’t look back. She wasn’t someone I wanted to cry over anymore.
People called me a terrible person for that. However, I didn’t care.
No one lived my life. No one knew my mother behind closed doors.
She was a snake disguised in a princess costume, and she tried to act like she was innocent.
Innocent was a word that I would never use to describe her.
She was treacherous in every way and she didn’t care what she did in order to get what she wanted.
She would sell her children if that meant she got a chance to prolong her life.
If it meant that she was going get something out of it, then she didn’t care.
She never would care, and that is why I resented her so much.
The day she died was the day I could admit that I was the happiest in the long time.
She was a terrible person after all.
I sat there for hours one night, trying to design something that I could be proud of.
It took me a while to acquire the money in order build such a property, but seeing as there were quite a few people looking to me for building designs, I didn’t fret too much about the cost.
At the end of the day, people were happy with my work, and my brother worked hard to help where he could.
Between the both of us, we saved up for a place that we could call our own.
Our little brother disappeared for a bit, but we were sure that he was safe and sound, probably staying with our grandparents, who didn’t want to talk to us after we shared some choice words with them.
We told them that their daughter was awful, and they didn’t want to hear it.
Not a single word.
But I wasn’t surprised. Evil families don’t want to hear ill will about their evil occupants.
We were cast aside like trash on the pickup day.
Except for our little brother. He was taken in and showered with the same adoration that they had for his mother.
He was told that he was the only one that mattered, and to be quite honest. I couldn’t help but think that they were right.
I hated that thought, but I didn’t care.
They were dead to me, except for my little brother.
He was alive and well, and I hope that this house will bring him back to his senses.
That evil will never win.
Four bedrooms, three baths, a kitchen the size of a one bedroom and a living room that felt just like that, a living room.
I kept penciling in ideas on the blueprint below me. Of course, I had to get this approved by the town hall before I could start working on the land that we had already owned thanks to my mother.
If there was one thing that I could thank her for, it was not selling off the house.
However, she wouldn’t have gotten that choice in the long run, she died before she could even think of a such a thing.
The plan was to knock it all down and start fresh.
The one thing that I never thought I would be able to do as long as I lived.
But now I had that chance, and I was going to take it.
A week or so had passed and the print was approved. Building had started and the house was becoming something that I never thought it would have become. Mine.
Well, ours.
My brother and I. We spent hours overlooking the building of the property, thinking that this was the only way we could have shed the skin that our mother left us with.
The days were long and the nights were longer.
However, we finally felt like this house was becoming ours.
And as we looked at the blueprint closely, I thought about how much I wanted to start growing something that I could cultivate personally.
A garden.
The air in three was never the cleanest, but I reckoned it was better than most places that bordered us.
Walking through the district square, it reminded me of times that I used to spend with my mother when I was happy with her.
And those were memories that I wanted to forget.
My destination was close, and when I got there, I walked in to see a girl not much older than me. I wondered if she was the girl that I was looking for.
”Are you Dione Lych” I asked, placing my blueprint on the counter and waiting for a response.
My eagerness was probably dripping off my face.
After all, I was ready for something new.
Because as I think about it.
The day she died, was the day I decided to live.
