Chapter 62:Victoria wake up actually maybe it was better to stay asleep.
"Victoria! Wake your ass up!" My eyelids practically shoot open as my mother's face covers it. The look anger and disappointment all in one dark glare.
I take a few rushed deep breaths as my mother studies me up and down, the sweat pooling my neck, all the way down to my stomach. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why were you squirming in my sleep." I open my mouth but close it quickly contemplating on my answer, I need to be honest but vague. Anything more will bare too many questions.
"I had a nightmare." I said with my voice being extremely low actually, was I still terrified? Definitely and my mother didn't seem to help it. That veil of her turned to the side and I could see her roll her eyes, with annoyance maybe? It was definitely a bother to her.
"Ah I see, anyway I came up to make sure you ready for your normal scheduling this morning but obviously you're having fucking nightmares so what's new." She pulls a cigar from her chest, along with a lighter. *Flick, Flick* the flame sets fire onto the thick bark, causing a bright glow and heavy smoke when she brings it to her mouth. "If this is what's going to happen when I let you "hang out" with your little Seamstress friend then I need to put restrictions on when you see him."
She blows a cloud of gray, not having a hint of cough, "Oh and don't think I don't see how friendly with him an excellent seamstress he is but with you..With you interrupting his work, being informal like hell. He's not here to be your friend Victoria Damn it."
She taps the cigar on the headboard of my bed,having the charcoal dust fall onto my mattress. The dust piles into a little mountain, and she throws the cigar around her fingers. A simple inhale and exhale, like a dragon almost but one who's soul left a long time ago and now it's nothing but ash.
I stare at her dark outfit as she continues to fill the room with her mixture of poison, making a habit of blowing it in my way. "Well it seems you're okay now aren't you?" "Yes ma'am." "Good if you have any more nightmares you're on your own, it's not that hard not to think of bad shit you act like your life is hard or something. I swear children are so ungrateful at times, I'm so glad I only had one by that bastard."
Her eyes lock with mine and the emptiness inside can be seen through her dark pupils, "I wish had none though, but not I got to deal with it." The cigar goes out when she pushes the rest on the dashboard, leaving a trail of dark soot to follow her. The smoke in the air doesn't bother me to much but it does irritate my throat a bit, burning the insides slightly, itching at the insides.
But I mainly ignore it, taking in most of the clouded air even though it hurts. Like little bits of pepper flakes, getting hotter with each inhale. Even my eyes start to water, making one of my eyelids twitch. I have to get out of here, I look up with my eyes mainly being blurry now but the door is slightly cracked.
She didn't close it for some reason…Maybe to air out the room but slowly? *Cough, cough* My lungs finally start to cave at the pressure making me almost trip off my bed, doing something of crawl run to reach the handle.
*Twist* the loud noise rings in my ears as I swing the door open, falling to floor being grateful for the clear air. But still even dizzy and tired..What time is it again?