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huh?
Where am I?
I'm...on a hard surface, it felt like marble. Something flat? Like a plate. I'm I going to get eaten? No i can't- shouldn't get eaten, They'll have an upset stomach if someone eats someone as like me. I'm not that tasty in any shape or form.
My cheek is sore and cold but i shouldn't be complaining should I? I feel something on my face, it was tickling my nose but it's not really bothersome ( I'm not bothered to move ) though I'm cold. Colder then usual.
And?
....what's that smell? It's not really antiseptic but it's quite delicate. It's a sharp smell but earthy floral. Smells a bit like peppermint? Was Kokichi here? Why would be here right now, he hasn't been here for a while actually.
I'm wonder had despair reached it's mark and he's finally realized there is no point sneaking in my room or here in general. Though having him around...isn't as bad as I thought it would be originally if you get to know the guy so he'll be fine like always. He's to cunning....unless my luck intervened.
No that can't be right because peppermint has a cool, sharp and refreshing smell though this is a lot stronger the peppermint. Lavender? I think it is-- why does it smell lavender? Does it really matter?
I'm tired- ( Im exhasted ) the hard surface seems relaxing now ( and stay there ) It's cold but it's alright and it smells nice too. Someone must have cleaned the floor but who would clean it though. Actually...where am I?
Pffft. That's a stupid question. I said I was.....on the floor. Cold, relaxing and hard floor. I want to move my cheek in a different position, the contact feeling is starting to get irritating. How do you move you're head again. ( Another stupid question ) seems easy in the past but now it's so tiresome.
I still wanna move my head though- nothing going to happen unless the ground suddenly turns out to be sandpaper. I slightly moved my head to some direction but my cheek felt stuck on the plate as if someone glued my cheek. How did that happen?
I opened my eyes-- fluttering open slowly and one of my fingers twitched in response. Oh...i can open my eyes? Ha, that's confusing, how did that happen? My eyes blinked ever so slowly adjusting to my surroundings feeling sluggish. I felt as if I ate something warm as the sun ray hit my face on the beach.
But the totally opposite of what's happening at the moment and my eyes felt like heavy weights as expectantly underneath my eyes thougg over all everything felt kinda numb.
Excluding the sluggish feeling. My eyes had difficulty adjusting to my pale fingers across from me. Ah well look at that, I was correct. I was laying on a white, marble flooring as there was a puddle beside my fingers to but missing it's touch.
It was a clear liquid with bubbles on it, popping right after I laid eyes on it. Awe, how cute as he became aware that his other hand was clutching to his chest. I must had moved my arm in my sleep but I didn't move a muscle except his eyes lids and fingers from a few moments ago. I couldn't help gaze at my pale, just noticed it was also bruised finger as his index finger and a bit on his wrist.
Why do have a bruise? I don't remember having that.
My eyes felt quite heavy again as a wave of sleepiness hit me like an iseki truck. No wait, I can't ( you won't ), scum like me can't afford to rest. I have duties to do like-- like getting up to my room.
Yeah that's one. Do I even have a room at this point? Do i even deserve one? Why do I love here? Do I live here? I'm a stranger at this point who lives here. I need to get my disgusting self up or else I can't anything done! ( it's not done yet ) Get up! ( Wake up ) I said get up body! ( Then why can't you? ) I can- I just need...just need..
Oh, I know. I want a blanket? Yeah, that's why but I don't need one. Nuh-huh. No blanket for me cause I can't get up so-- I'll just close my eyes and let the void swallow me again. Yeah...Why would you if your one second close to passing out. What can be the harm in it, It's just sleeping as I'll wake up tomorrow and.....
What should he do tomorrow?
What does he do tomorrow?
Does it really matter at this point. I'll think about this tomorrow. It makes sense to think about this later as my stupid, mediocre brain of mine and now I'll just sleep.
" Get up! NOW!! "
The boy suddenly jolted from his sleep wide awake unlike a few moments ago " Yes Lady Cassaline " I immediately mumbled out in distress, ignoring my raspy and dry throat and tried to get up.
Lifting my hand to the back but my vision suddenly went apart and waver somewhere else seeing the far away ceiling doubling, hitting my shoulder then my head on the floor as everything turned blurry. Static over run my system as my ears felf blocked or under water but what was more important was the suddenly pain burning through his system.
It was so sudden he felt like his heart burst out of his chest and died almost immediately after departure. The tip of his ears burned as he felt his blood pumping through his veins and the thumping of his heart accelerate tremendously.
The thumping was loud as if his heart became twice as big and was right beside his ear. ( Thump, Thump, Thump ) The air he inhaled was sharp as it pierced his lungs but he couldn't help but inhale and exhaled.
Saliva drooled on his face hitting the floor underneath him as his eyes were glossy from tears. Two of his hands was gripped his soft textured tee-shirt. Or what wanted to feel.
He noticing he didn't have his dark green coat on nor was this the texture of his white tee-shirt. It was a bit denser then that, feeling a bit more fluffy as he rubbed his legs together feeling the friction of his trousers. They were different to his black, gray trousers, they were more baggy at the end.
He was here for a reason. He was supposed to clean the whole main entrance this evening as he brought the soap with a slight smell of lavender lady Cassaline ordered and started to scrub the floor and after a few hours? or a half an hour? In the end Miss Yuneo called out for me to the lounge. I couldn't reject the call of someone as hopeful as my niece so I dropped my scrub beside the bucket of water, needing the place to be spotless as always then after everything suck all the water with a dry mob.
I walked up to Miss Yuneo as she had her dark, brown hair tied up in a ponytail today with two small brides at the side of her hair reaching to the short ponytail that reached all the way to the end of her head. She had a bit but noticeable freckles on her checks and on her arm when rolled up as it is now.
She was wearing the usual clothing she wore, wearing her yellow, puffed up dress though the sleeves were rolled. She also wore white gloves with a diamond patter at the end with frills. She apparently asked me to help her with taking the dry laundry to the rooms which she doesn't do the task many times and i do it but overall i didn't mind.
Just wondered why she had the clothes in the lounge when the laundry room was behind the stairs beside the storage. Which was strange course she also wanted me to open the door's to the library room?
The end when she took the laundry basket and went back the the main entrance which I was just cleaning. To be honest I wasn't surprised when they dirtied the main entrance hall again and I would have to clean it all again before Lady Cassaline comes and becomes an overheated exploded tomato and ' educates ' me but they didn't do anything to it. It was the same as I left it but my suspicions were still up cause I didn't see Miss Tsusumi around and those two always pull these things together most of the time.
I'm not sure what happened after that but something was dropped on my head from the stairs above me, making me lie here on the floor where I am now. What did they do? It's all...blurry right now but it doesn't matter what happened. I got to finish this task that's the least a smelly little leach like me can do.
I raised my head grunting in the process dispute the dizziness and the ponding of my head. It feels as if my eyes are going to pop out of my eye socket but my vision wasn't blurry...just disoriented to a certain amount including how drowsiness and heavy underneath my eyes and my whole body felt.
I turned around still in sitting motion seeing the bucket of water standing a few steps away from me as if....I remember correctly-- the mop was behind the stair case in the storage room and pass that is tge laundry room. I just need to get up and...go get it. The door felt so, so far away but I can still manage.
I put my hand on the marbled floor putting pressure on my wrist wanting to stand up but they trembled and ached even for a bit of pressure too. He's not surprised if his legs did the same.
Plus falling back on the floor would led back to square one not going anywhere. My head hurt tremendously right now so I don't want to think about when it get slammed onto the floor. I don't want to stand up, I- I can crawl like a good dog I am. Yeah, yeah.
I turned my head to the side seeing the lonely, silver bucket of water sitting there with the reflections of the wide two window's at the side beside the ginormous, dark wooden door with a golden, circular door nob.
Also the window from the back before the stairs can go up with the walls painted light blue all around. The window taking in the moon's moonlit and illuminating on his face and on the floor as if it was a summoning circle.
I tipped my index finger on the soapy, cold water that was once warm to scrub the dirt easier to see if the girls has change the water with oil. Luckily it doesn't seems that way so th-that's good
How long has he been sleeping on the floor for?
The boy with gray-green eyes breaths in and out as he is going to force himself to move and go in all fours, it wasn't that painful but he felt weak- weaker and stiff from sleeping on the floor. He deeply had the urge to just let go and sleep on a comfy bed or on a blanket or anything that's comfortable and he can lay on but he can't and has to stay awake.
At least for a couple of hours.
One of his tighs ached from the sudden pressure that I have given as i crawled my way to the storage room. The storage room felt far from where i was a few moments ago but after a few steps it was closer and closer all of a sudden and then right in front of me almost hitting my face right into the blue coloured wall.
I reached out for the door nob hearing a click and opening it quietly and swiftly. If it was night time then all of them are asleep and servant like me shouldn't wake such hopeful individuals. They need a good nights rest like I had mine just there and now it's time to finish the half ass job I did.
Now that i gazed upon the red stick with the mob. How will i get it to my hands to clean to floor? Do i need to- Of course I do but....maybe not my hands. Maybe by mouth, no cause I'll have the turn my head sideways not doing a good job sucking up the water.
I put the stick of the the mob leaning on my shoulder as it sledded across touching my cheek and my collarbone. Placing my disgusting palms of my hands on the dry mop. This works instead of walking and running I'm crawling though it might take longer but that's what i get for taking to long.
" F-Finally. I'm done "
The boy with white, cloud-like hair smiles to himself proudly, looking at the shiny floor as the moon lit illuminated on it imagining small people dancing in the moonlit, smelling the lavender through out the area earning a faint smile from the un-named boy to the ground.
He opened his eyes staring at his trembling hands. He has placed where the bucket and the wet mob back into the storage room as he crawled back gazing at the silver floor. He couldn't help but snort on how stupid this is-- laugh even.
He doesn't even know why but this suddenly turned out into a funny situation. It was a sudden overwhelmed of feelings of nothing just same out of nowhere. Must be the moonlight. He felt droplets fall into his hand in amusement, letting his disgusting emotions out for no reason.
There was no reason to cry and there he is, doing the thing he thought was pointless to do. He shouldn't cry or else the floor will once again be filthy.
How stupid this is
I'll have to pass the ball room and conservatory plus the three girls room to reach mine at the back and if Lady Cassaline says so it's up in the attic but she's didn't say anything about that these pass few weeks so I'll go to my own room.
Crawling in four once again making my way to the blue, spiral, painted stairs though it just turned at one point up didn't do a full circle. I raised my head to see the metal handle maybe I should try and stand up?
I've been crawling ever since I woke up and I don't want my foul hands to taint the spotless floor I've just cleaned. I gripped the cold metal handle as the sleeve went down my arm revealing a small blue bruise on his bicep's but he didn't notice it. He was focused on getting his wobbly legs up as they trembled, they stood straight but he was still leaning on his arms as he gently pushed himself.
He'd actually managed to get up.
His hands was still pressing on the rail just for in case if he fell suddenly as his tighs ached feeling like jelly but that didn't stop him at all. A wave of joy crippled his stomach as his smiled faintly, he didn't expect his detreating body to actually work but he knew that now he needed to walk.
Standing is great but walking was better
But that's something he might not be able to do right now but might as well try. The tired boy took a deep breath realizing he was holding his breath, squeezing his unused hand on the baggy trousers he was wearing and took his first step on the stairs like a new born.
A few wobbles but he didn't fall though...he didn't want to speak to soon.
He steadily himself one more and took the chance to take a step but his right leg wobbled a little to much as he tried to catch himself with his other leg going back a step to leaned to the side as his legs tried to steady himself. Tried.
He ended up falling behind slowly going to crack his skull open but he managed to grip his other hand on the rail stopping him to lean any further as the steps was used as a brake for him though the sudden pressure made his legs gave out ending back where he was a few moments ago.
The boy panted as if he just ran and his legs felt to weak to do anything as it trembled more then before. It reminded him when he caught that dreadful diseases, he swore that would kill him first then his own illness " so...pathetic " manage to whisper out as he leaned on the rails.
He can't even walk properly with or without the rails as he also felt nauseous and his blood pumped way to much to his brain he might as well pass out now.
As the cloud-like hair boy leans on the rails he decided it was pointless to stay here being a mut to anyone how would see him, he stayed on four's not even going to try walking again.
His hand briefly touches stairs and his wrist already ached but that's what I get for being here so late! He smiled happily as if with no worries climbing up those stairs sluggish but determined.
After a bit...he continued to smiled feeling to motivate him, his palms were all sweaty as he continued to crawl towards his room hoping he doesn't make to much noise for the individual's having a good night sleep.
He wonders while making his way down the dark hallway if they have noticed him lying on the floor? He was in the main hallway and before he went unconscious there was still light outside...maybe.
They obviously ignored him but he just hopes that Lady Cassaline doesn't think he was slacking of in anyway and gets yelled plus doing twice as much work at tomorrow.
Didn't they have guest today to or was that a lie? Kokichi should teach me how to spot out lies, it would be quite useful in certain situations but now-- He sat on the freezing floor as his legs formed a ' w ' reaching out for his door nob opening his room.
For some reason- the girls doesn't come in his room for who knows the reason so that's one thing that's good but they can knock or just open the door carelessly for no reason or just to see what I am doing to start bothering me or any of the sort byt not come in.
He's glad they some what respected his privacy even if his room itself was a mess. His one, soft- or so I say mattress had a gray sheet and a white pillow and a light-red blanket over it. He had a one window that needed to be open now and then and a soft dark blue carpet. He had a bunch of books neatly placed in different corners ofthe rooms and on the bed plus one or two clothes lying here and there.
But this was his room-- his.
Even if he was a really good cleaner around the mansion he could not clean his own room? Weird. It was clean but messy at the same time as it suddenly became to tiresome and when he does come back to his room- which rarely on his free time which was uncommon. He'd be spending reading so no need to clean his room.
He doesn't know but his bed was quite hypnotic and so comfortable. The boy crawled on the carpet but closing the door behind him first in politeness, smelling the smell of lavender from his hands but the aroma of books, newly free pages like in a library.
He pushed off the books of his bed not caring if he'll regret it later. He laid his head on the sheets instantly feeling at peace for the longest time as if he was being shallowed whole. As he was already begin to sweep away in a deep sleep he lifted his heavy leg on the bed as he used one hand to barely knock of his shoes, leaving a sound of impact on the floor.
He didn't bother lifting the other leg to the bed as my mind started to flutter into the void as a yawn couldn't help but come out of my mouth. My breathing has steadied itself has that was all my ears could hear. Not even the wind. This bed was my safe place, my heaven.
I'd snuggle into the duvet as happy as a cat in the sunlight, ready for my starry dreams. Even though my useless, worthless body of mine is aching. I'd fall asleep peacefully right now, either slowly or fast, either way I enjoyed that feeling of finally feeling...relaxing.