After a week in the streets, little Tabitha felt herself all the more scared. Her grandmother Elisabeth hadn't come for her; she hadn't seen the mayor at all... were they looking for her? Did they care about her? Those thoughts constantly found their ways into her head, and usually didn't find their ways out. Many times she could feel herself falling into the nightmares that haunted her each night.
One particular night, she could remember each detail of the day-to-day life in the Mourning house:
Each day, Elisabeth would wake her up late in the morning with a gentle nudge. The little half-demon would walk down the stairs to her spot at the table, where she would always find a nice meal of scrambled eggs.
These days she woke up to the rat-bites, leaning on the trashcan behind the alehouse. That's where she found her meals, sometimes if she were lucky she'd find a half-eaten chicken leg or a sandwich from the other night.
Then Tabitha would go into her room to play with her dolly. Grandmother had found an old dollhouse that her daughter used, and gave it to Tabitha.
Now she merely played around with the alley-cats, or walked around the streets.
After a few hours, she would take off her nightgown and pick out one of her old-fashioned dresses with ribbons and frills.
All she had was her nightgown. But as she walked around, thinking of this, she had the extreme luck of finding a black top-hat on the top of a garbage can; it was in great condition so... what harm would it do? She placed it on her head and looked in a waterpuddle. It suited her.
Then, at the end of the day, she would sit with her grandmother at the dinnertable, eating dinner, and go to bed before the mayor arrived home.
Now she went to bed whenever she wanted, and ate alone-- save the rats, cats, and the other beggars. She was alone now.
And liked it.
(You're welcome Haru.)
 Madame Tequila-chan · Thu Jan 04, 2007 @ 05:02pm · 3 Comments |
