76. Christmas morning

Morning rolls round and with it, so does my mood as I wake up. It’s Christmass and I was bound to be alone once more. This was the first thought I had as I opened my eyes and crawled out of bed.

I had gotten used to it, but somehow, I still despised knowing I was nothing but alone. A tool. A puppet or whatever else I was considered to be. Even after plenty of hours of sleep, I still felt tired and I am dragging my feet as I walk out of the room.

I hear sounds coming out of the kitchen and I pause, a little confused. It was Christmas day. The maid was not supposed to be here! I was supposed to be alone.

Then who was in the house? An intruder?!

My pulse spikes and I don’t really know what to do besides cowering behind the banister and peering through the openings of the carved wood, in hope of seeing who the intruder was.

Who could have broken in? Who could have snuck past the guards and the security team -

I feel my heart drum faster and faster, deafening my ears and quickenning my bre