Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

“You may stand.” The princess said. “And turn on the music.” Glytherin felt his cheek as the voices rose again and people began to dance happily. The queen and princess were having a conversation and I came a bit closer to hear.
“Glytherin, how dare you say that this party is for a lousy fairy, you don’t want to make us sound bad do you?” The queen asked. When he didn’t answer, the princess slapped his other cheek. The queen parted from this group and spotted me in the crowd.
“Orelia, what are you doing here?”
“Orphelia,” I corrected her.
“Whatever,” she murmured. I practically had the same name as her daughter used to have. “Why are you dressed so poorly? Would you like to wear another of my dresses?”
Why does she want to hurt me so bad? I shook my head looking at all the casually dressed people and then looking at what she wore, except the one I wore had thorns when hers was made of cotton. I shook my head again reassuring myself. The queen took my hand. She began to grab me in the other direction but once she turned, she knocked into Glytherin’s face.
“Ow! Glytherin, watch where you’re going!” He unleashed the grip of her tight and bony hands. “I think she should be getting home right about now, it’s late.” He took me around the shoulder. As he was ready to look at his watch, which by the way, said seven forty-five, the princess came up to him.
“Ok, Glytherin, come back soon, or soon enough to arrive at the wedding, which is in a month. Do you understand?” Glytherin nodded. She kissed his cheek and he flinched at the pain he felt from it. I felt sorry for him.
He was being forced to marry the princess, who knew why exactly, and they tortured him and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Bye Lindsay,” he said. “I’ll be back in thirty days then.”
“Thirty days-” and then we were out. We were in the blank space of the dimension traveler and we were in empty space, until I easily landed on my feet by myself. I remember how Glytherin told me that he’d send me back to my home and he’d send himself back to his. My apartment’s lights were on. Glytherin forgot to remind me, the times were different! Back at the other dimension would be seven forty-five, here it would be four hours later, and it was almost midnight. I was almost sure he tricked me.
I got the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the doors. I opened it to my step-mother’s angry face.
“Where have you been?” she asked. “I’ve just taken you off from being grounded and you treat me like this?” I looked blankly as Shane took his uncooperative face and stared at me while eating a piece of gum. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I don’t know where the time went.” And it was true, I didn’t.
“Anyways,” my step-mother said with a little less anger in her voice. “I think your dad sent you a present, I didn’t unwrap it because it was for you, I didn’t want to give that privilege of yours up.” She went over to the counter and handed it to me. “Happy birthday while it lasts Orphelia, good night. I’m going to bed now.” I held my present in my hand. Shane sat up from his spot as he came to me.
“Hey,” he said. “Can I see it?” He popped a bubble in my face. I shook my head disgustedly.
“I’m going to open this in my room, which is mine, and that will be locked.” Shane rocked forcefully back and forth to his room.
“I’ll see it,” he said in a mocking singing voice. His door creaked closed behind him and the light flickered off. I changed my clothing into something more for the night time. I sat in my bed with my father’s present in my hand. I loved him, and he was gone so long these days. I don’t know what kind of business trips these were, but they were not the easiest obviously. I opened the nicely fine ribbon. It went away like silk. I unraveled the box now. When I opened it, inside laid a rose over a book. I looked at it crossly.
What message was my father trying to send me?
I looked at the quick words over the cover. They were sloppy letters terribly written.
Glytherin.

In hardly neater letters, laid my name next to his and a bunch of other stuff. Glytherin, Orphelia?
What did that mean? I opened the book. In the neatest letter I was prepared to see, it said, From Glytherin

. I was astonished to see this. He was with me all day, how could he send this out? And how had he known that it was my birthday? I immediately remembered the time he told me, when we were friends, he couldn’t forget my face. Meaning, he remembered my birth date, he practically knew me more than I knew myself.
I looked further into the book. I gave another thought. This book was made by me and Glytherin; it had my handwriting as a child, and his as well. It seemed that we knew each other in that dimension as well as this. It was amazing. How long had we actually known each other? I tried to look for dates before I read any of the things. At the last page of the book, it said 2000. I gasped. This was when we were five?! He obviously wanted me to know this because he gave this to me. He told me we stopped seeing each other when we were two. Had he come to see me?
I went to the first page of the book. It was titled: By Orphelia.

I guess there wasn’t any name to any of these. I began reading…

Glytherin isn’t bold,
His poems are made of gold
He throws water on the road
None of his screen plays have been sold
He tells on me is what he’s told.

I looked at this out of satisfactory. I smiled at it. I actually remembered something of Glytherin that I hadn’t remembered before. I looked at another one but it was signed by his name this time.

Orphelia is a child,
Her hair is never wild
She goes on about being vile
She doesn’t have a sense of style...

The rest were soft scribbles. I remembered this one as well. Some of these were actually made earlier than two thousand. Glytherin and I were both three years old and we were both learning pronouns and nouns. We both were being home schooled. I laughed to myself being as silent as could be.
I went through the book a couple more times and went through some pictures of the both of us, but when we were older than just two or three, but when we were five. We were both so delightful. One was signed by this date now, the one that we were in at the moment, 2011. It was a lot neater than the other one’s and a lot easier to read.


Orphelia is a special girl,
Who brightens and spins this entire world.
She’s loving, understanding, and full of hope
Some times makes me feel kind of like a dope.
Cherishes and loves the ones who keep her in place
One day, I wish that I can keep you safe. HAPPY BIRTHDAY

-Glytherin

What did that mean? I looked at one last picture on the second-to-last page. What was this? A large smile of mine laughing and Glytherin next to me kind of shying away, but there was one thing that made this special. My lips against Glytherin’s cheek.

Believing Lies

Today was another day of school. Sunday, I was being grounded again for coming home so late. Later than I’d ever been before. Shane woke me up with a kiss to the mouth this moment. I felt like I was going to kill him today. I opened up to another of my mother’s poems in her books.

A chilly night gives me such a freight,
If only you were here on this snowy night.
The comfort of my child in my arms,
She gives me such a warmth,
Please let her no harm.
When you died today, all I could do is cry,
So I left my daughter believing lies.

Once again, I had no idea what my mother was writing about. I’d never known that she wrote such meaningful poems that had absolutely no sense at all. I knew though, my mother was never crazy. She obviously knew what she was talking about since she had written so many of of her own experiences, and then she went off and died on me.
I ignored this. I was already dressed in my clothes and a large jacket on along with my back. Shane was knocking on my door. “Come on Orphelia! I don’t want to be late for the bus!”
I slammed open the door and crashed his cheek with the back of my hand. “Don’t ever kiss me again!” I yelled. “Ever!”
He backed up feeling his cheek looking near to a sob. I overlooked him and went on out of the door. He followed me holding onto his bag nearly. “Wh-why did you do that to me!?” he yelled sadly. I didn’t listen. I went out the door as the wind over flooded the streets. Shane was crying now. He wiped his tears away with his shirt. Thirteen year old boys don’t cry! I wanted to yell.
We ran down the stairs and began walking towards the bus stop. He walked slumping behind me. I felt an extreme rush of GUILTY all over me. He’d be angry for the rest of the day. I would never be able to ignore his weeps. I’ve known him for so long. How come he hasn’t gotten used to me as his sister yet? I felt like he was apart of my family but I felt extremely exposed when I was near him.
Did he ever sleep next to me during the night? Did he ever play with me like a doll? See, you don’t really know what’s going on after someone like him kisses you like how he did. I stopped walking and he bumped into me and took a few steps back.
I turned around on my heels as he was unconfidently blubbering and acted like he wanted everyone to see him crying.