[S1] Ch9: Happy home #8
on take it seriously. No, really, don do anything, understood? Thats bad. ”
”Ah, ok. ” I replied. My imaginary characters sure can be inconsistent. Sometimes hes like this, sometimes hes like that. How unfortunate. How disappointing. How tiring. Even if this is just a dream, I can get tired for some unknown reasons. I guess my dream is just too realistic that I mistake it as reality sometimes. Though, Ill still erase an imaginary character if I dislike it.
After that, nothing much happened again. I had lessons with the whore—I mean, my beloved magic instructor. Then, many hours already passed.
”Hmm. ” I hmmed. I don really have anything to say—so, hmm. Currently, its night. Its evening right now. I mean, really evening. Like, you know? Where everyone should be asleep already. Is it called mid night? Im not sure, Im not in the mood to search for its meaning right now, literally.
I am sneaking at our kitchen. I am going around our kitchen. I can really think any other way to kill someone, so knife is the way. I mean, I just want to stab someone while that someone is asleep, nothing too complicated. Don mind me.
Well, if shes with father, then plan cancelled of course. Ill just wait for the right time. Though, nothing much happened between them after that night, so I didn think shell be with father. Father won be mad, hes just a fictional character.
The kitchen is large, there are many things that are used for the kitchen. You can just imagine how the kitchen looks like by yourself. If you want, you can ask someone else if you don know what a kitchen looks like. Oh right, its in ancient style—I mean, medieval style, I guess?
”… I can reach it. ” I muttered to myself with a low voice, trying to get the cooking knife thats hanging on the wall. Really, I wish I can wish to be taller and older. This is such a pain. Can I get a longer timeskip? Though, even if I say that, I just said that because I can reach it. I still don want to grow up. Growing up is boring. I want to stay as a child forever, and do everything a child does. Even if Im a little girl here, a child is still a child.
Anyways, since Im smart, I dragged a chair close by and used it to be taller. After some adjustments, I was finally able to grab it. Its now in my hands.
”This is good enough, I guess. ” I whispered. Yeah, its now in my hands. I stared at it. Looking at it made me question myself. Not because I don want to dirty to dirty my hands, its just that, I don want to fail. Im hesitating a bit. Though, whats the use of morality here? I shouldn care much. Ill imagine what I prefer to imagine.
I slowly got down the chair. I took the chair back from its position. I stepped out from the kitchen with the knife on my left hand. I headed to the stairs. I climbed the stairs as silently as possible. I headed to the direction where her room is at. Its close to fathers room, at the third floor.
After a while, I was finally in front of Melissas room. In front of me is a door that is closed. I hid the knife behind me. I stared at the door. I smiled. I smiled widely. No, actually, it was a sneer. If shes here, then good.