Tuesday, June 3, 2008,
4:28 AM
I live in an old mansion. One of those spine-chilling, haunted places. And this mansion was filled with mirrors. I hate mirrors. Everytime I look into one of them, I feel as if it isn't me staring back, but another different person. You know how they say that the spirits of dead people are trapped inside the mirrors of their old house? That's precisely what I feared: seeing someone from another era gazing out at me, the girl of the future.
I do not have any family except for Father who keeps himself in his chambers, indulging in wine and merriment. For what am I to him, but a mere object? "Celeste, go and tuck yourself in now." He would say every night, and I would obediently do as he said. When I was much younger, a mere child of six, I once had the foolishness to express my desire.
"Papa, can you tuck me in instead tonight?" I wished he would show me but one bit of fatherly love. "Celeste, you may ask your nanny to take care of such trivial matters." Naturally, I bowed and went crying to Nanny, who hugged and kissed me, telling me to 'be a good little dear'.
I do love Nanny, and she is like a mother to me. However, she is all I have aside from my cold father. I wished for a playmate so much, someone who would laugh with me and be childish with me. Little did I know that I would get my wish soon, in the most unexpected way.Labels: Timeless.