Lila knew that eventually she would have to leave the bathroom, but confronting the world outside was something that she didn't feel that she was currently capable of doing at the moment.
The day had started out well enough, with her father leaving before anyone else in the house was beginning to even regain their consciousness to drag them through the day. He had done all his washing, left enough milk in the fridge, and everything had started out fine.
Lila's little sister had announced her presence to the world by slamming Lila's door open at exactly Seven Thirty, on the dot, before launching herself onto Lila's prone body, elbowing Lila right in the Solar Plexus.
Lila had gasped alive, her arms instinctively falling over the injured area to put pressure on the wound and to alleviate some pain, a silent scream on her lips and eyeballs bulging outwards.
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Lila didn't bother to turn around to listen to her mother's demands, already weary despite not even being awake for an hour yet.She picked up her plate and mug, setting the latter to the side of the sink, and began washing her plate and the butter knife that she had already placed in the sink before.She realised quickly and suddenly, barely suppressing the instinctual jerk of her body, that she had maybe, accidently poured too much Fairy Liquid onto the prink sponge in her hand, quickly turning the item over to hide the tell tale green stains that almost glowed with how bright and blaringly obvious they were, in her eyes.one two three four fiveone two three four fiveone two three four five&n
After cleaning up the little mess that was in her room, Lila sat on her bed, the smaller of two windows - one running across the top of half of the glass, in a thin strip, and the other made up half the remaining window on the opposite side, all framed with old, old wood - open wide.She drank her tea silently, blowing every now and again whenever a particularly adventurous curl of steam came near her face, condensing on the underside of her chin, almost itching slightly.She knew that as soon as she moved the barricade out of her way and left her room, one of two things could happen.Her mother could explode in her face for some other trouble that she was worked herself into, or she she would be in a happy mood, ignoring her previous actions of the morning that had already passed and acting dumb about what she had said, ready to fly into a rage if she was actually confronted with the fact that she had effectively called Lila a bitch.Lila took another si
Lila knew that what she was going through was not normal, if she looked at the whole situation with the detached sense of clinical observation through all the data that she had gathered through enough consumption of media and escapist fantasy to know that parents enacting violent actions upon one another and that the constant atmosphere of a bomb on the verge of going off was generally a bad sign and a bad environment for children to be raised in.She had learned enough about it through her history lessons when they covered life in nazi Germany, through the policies of the evil gerbil that was minister of propaganda.The carrot and stick was an idea that she had only learned in her lessons the name of, too used to the realities of it all, with the factor of chance thrown in for fun and nobody's laughter.A set of policies were created and everyone was supposed to stick to those policies, not unlike the constantly shifting and changing rules of the house that Lil
Before Lila was even born, before her mother was even born, Lila's grandmother had married a man over twice her age.Her grandmother had been only sixteen when she was married, and she got married to a man who immediately pulled her out of school and had kept her pregnant over and over again until she had become so weak and frail that she needed constant assistance for the last few decades of her life.Lila's mother had been the last daughter of eight children, all of them making it into adulthood and at least until the age of sixty, while Lila's grandmother had died at the age of fifty eight, her various health problems catching up her and forcing her to finally resign to death's clutches.The few, scant stories that Lila had managed to pry out from her mother involved an angry, resentful lady who had a sustained interest in mechanics and engineering, fixing motor bikes and cars as easy as day, yet denied to pursue her hobby as a business.In lieu of her
Lila's father was a man who, from his own accounts, seemed to be a man intimately familiar with loneliness, but by Lila's own observations, was somebody who couldn't actually stand being alone at all.She had known this when she had decided to stop properly speaking and interacting with him, the disappointment of one too many rejected attempts to bond and grow all piling up on her, until she was helpless but to just let him be.He had told her that when he was a child, his parents were far more invested in his brother than him, and that all the other children at school avoided him as if he were some sort of plague.He told her about instances where there were no empty tables at lunch time, so whatever empty seat he that he happened to take on a table seemed to be some sort of signal for all conversations to stop around him, people quickly scarfing their food down to leave and talk elsewhere.The meals had apparently been strictly regulated to the point th
As Lila sat on her bed, staring at the rain both outdoors and indoors, she realised eventually that she had run out of tea, and that if she had ever wanted to refill her mug, then she would need to remove the blockade that she had set up, go downstairs, confront her family members, make that mug of tea, and then return.And there were hundreds of things that could go wrong throughout that entire sequence of potential events.Lila's mother could begin to go on and on about some other thing, her sister could be the little shit she was and point out something negative about Lila, or something that she, herself, had missed with her breakfast or cleaning could come back to bite her.Just thinking about going downstairs to confront the terrors that lay there were nearly overwhelming, the feeling of sickness building up in her stomach, heavy and tight like the Gordian knot.No, it was simply better and safer to stay alone and barricaded in her room where she cou
Her mother had simply wanted some help in making lunch and supper, and so Lila had been sent off to fetch two cups of rice and prepare it all to be put in the rice cooker with a helping of salt and oil.Lila remained quiet as she did so, keeping her ears wide open for any indication of noise or disturbance that would either her intervention with either her mother and sister.The tap water was ice cold, rushing down and pulling up all the particles of dust and flower from the grains that she had fetched, her fingers feeling as if they were becoming more and more numb, the familiar swirling sensation of blood circulating through the pads of her fingertips returned with a fervour and, with the nail of her thumb, she pushed inwards to provide some sort of pain to be a distraction to it all.It hurt and Lila suppressed a smile from erupting on her face, still listening and still watching the other two people from the corner of her eye.Just as Lila had finishe
Lila, at some point when more of the freezer draw's contents were strewn about on the floor in a pile rather than in the actual freezer, she knew that she had to stop.The tips of her fingertips were a pale, almost blue, hue, and her frozen stiff and firm, completely impermeable to the jabs that her fingernails made to test whether they were still usable.She listened to all the noise behind her, focussing on the chopping noise of the knife slicing through herbs, meat, or whatever else was on the chopping the board - something that Lila could no longer remember anyway.She didn't even remember whether she had even looked in the first place, her head spinning and her legs aching and locked into place.She hissed silently through her teeth, and began to undo all the work that she had just done.Her sister, watching her complete her sequence of her actions, immediately got bored, leaving quickly, the ripping sound that Lila's skin made when peeling aw
“Why’re you sleeping on the floor like that? Come on, get up. You’ll hurt your back doing that,” Doctor Marigold chided, dragging all her bits of heavy machinery around the office space to prepare for her demonstration.Behind her, Lila remained still.“I know that you’re not dead. Come, get up already,” she called out, stepping over a few sheets of paper that she had laid out to grab Lila by the shoulder and heave her up into sitting.The stubborn girl just flopped down again, not opening her eyes.“If you get the fuck up, we can move the flight a week forward so you can stop worrying about it,” Lucy Marigold shouted across the room.Like a rubber band, Lila snapped back up and finally opened her eyes.It had been harder to see the bags below them when they had been closed and Doctor Marigold wondered if she should buy the girl some sleep tablets.“I’m awake,” Li
Yolanda seemed to understand that she needed to back off and stop teasing Gretel, when the other woman's eyes suddenly misted over, and it was if she was no longer a part of this world.She kept the bubbling annoyance within her away from her face, putting on instead a mask of concern as she reached out and poked Gretel's arms, trying to maybe prod her out of her stupor and bring her back from the recesses of her mind.Yolanda had never actually seen somebody collapse inwards to a catatonic state over her own actions.It was interesting to see it all happen and fold out in front of her.She poked Gretel again, touching her in the face lightly to see if that would possibly work to pull the other woman out of her mind and back into the world where she was needed proper.It wouldn't reflect well on her if Gretel didn't wake up within the hour.It didn't feel as
When she awoke, she was sat ready to eat and was dressed just like her mother, in a pastel blouse and a lungi down to the floor.Lila looked down at herself and jumped when she heard rattling, noticing the ten, or so, bangles on each arm and the lines of mehndi that ran down all the way to the hems of her sleeves, resting halfway between her shoulders and elbows. A pin held her blouse shut at the top and a quick once over of her hair, with one of her hands, revealed that it had been styled in a simple bun and adorned with flowers.“This is weirdly romantic,” Lila commented, staring at the lit candles nestled in the variously sized candelabrums set around the circular room.There was no door, but a giant window which led to a balcony outside. There was no ceiling but the walls reaching upwards, all the way up, until they formed a dome in the same shade of dull brown that coated the floor and the giant, round table in the centre.The only dishes
“So, is she finally asleep?” Emmet asked the boy stood behind the counter. He was exceedingly slim for someone surrounded by sugar all day and Emmet could make out the outlines of his spindly elbows through his shirt. His face held a no nonsense, blunt, and almost bored expression. “Yeah, she is. She’s been knocked out on the sofa since I sent her back there,” Kai answered the long haired man in front of him, his hair pulled back by a ribbon matching his eyes before being pulled over his shoulder once more. He looked vain. “Oh good. Don’t tell her that I was involved,” the man asked, putting both his palms up to face Kai. “I’m telling her that you’re a fucking weirdo for that,” was the scowled answer. “No. Seriously, don’t tell her. She doesn’t like me and I don’t like her. She’s known my partner for longer that I’ve known him. She doesn’t trust me with him. Why’re you making that face?” Emmet tried to justify himself before giving up
“Are you sure that you’re getting enough sleep?” Kai asked Lila, watching her sway on her feet and clutching the front counter.“Yes,” she gasped, dropping her head into her hands, elbows on the table.“Go and lie down on the sofa. Go to sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when I have to leave for college,” Kai instructed her, tapping her on the shoulders and shepherding her towards the office.“… fine,” she conceded, letting Kai move her along towards the back.“You know that this just proves my point,” Kai pointed out, pushing her through the boundary of the door and closing it behind her.“Fine,” she whispered back to him, talking into the silence of the office.She let herself fall over the sofa, draping her upper body over the arm rest and letting her head be cushioned by the pillows. Shuffling a bit over to put her body entirely on the sofa, Lila f
“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now again!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now keep on going!”Lila landed each punch, timing her breaths to the count as she moved her fists, dodging underneath the swing that came towards her head, before blocking the second hit that came to her and moving along with the force of the fist that hit her arm.The swinging punching bag forced distance between Lila and Tweedle Dum, and she stepped back to where she was stood before, within the path of the moving bad, to put more distance between him and her.“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!”Lila punched the bag once more, landing all of her hits.“Okay, time for a break,” Tweedle Dum announced, grabbing the punching bag and pulling it back to him as Lila moved away from the centre of the room, sitting down on one of the rickety plastic chairs at the side of the room.She took of
“Bitch! Why’d you run off and abandon me like that!?” Lila shouted from behind the counter when Kai finally walked back into the store.She was waving her hands about and wore an apron covered in flour as the single customer in the store, an old man precariously balancing on his cane, slept whilst leaning on the radiator.“I thought that you wanted some bonding time with your family so I left you to do that it private!” Kai answered her, tiptoeing past their unconscious patron, in a combination of whispering and shouting.“They’re hardly my family and you left us in the middle of a public café!” Lila cried, not modulating her voice at all.In the background, the old man began to snore.“But you still talk to them a lot like you do to me, so I let you, and besides, I got about fifty more pages of Good Omens done in Waterstones,” Kai appealed, finally at the counter and opening up the
Gretel and Silver had their fun as he continued to teach her how the interface worked and how he had managed to figure out that the system was an older model from the lack of integration between the screen and the touch pad, and explaining how easily it would potentially be to do so once the technology, as displayed in this device, had been demonstrated and established to work in a functional product."We were working on something like this as well, back in the workshops back home for the company that I was in the research and development department for. We were trying to get our motion sensors to be as small as possible for more commercial and personal use of technology that we could sell to the public and those who couldn't afford the contact computers.We had no idea on how their tech worked, because of trade and company secrets and all, but we managed to piece together a few things by looking at the patents and when we bought a few and m
“Alright, the shop’s free. Why are you actually here?” Lila questioned, crossing her arms and staring down at the tablecloth of Jasper and Emmet’s table.“I’ve got lesson now. I’ll be back in a few hours,” the teenage boy behind Lila announced, picking up a bag that had been hidden behind the counter the entire time and rushing outside.Lila continued to stand there, waiting for a reply.Jasper couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t meeting either his or Emmet’s eyes.“Are you planning to leave us?” he asked her back.Lila’s fingers dug into the creases of her shirt,” I’m going to be leaving for a trip soon, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Kai’ll be running the shop and will be looking after things, broadly. He lives here now and I scheduled my leave for when his school term ends so he can take care of things.”“On thi