ALMOST TIME

I laid on my bed, staring at my ceiling as different thoughts ran through my mind. I questioned myself, asking if what I was about to do really was the right thing or if I was taking things too far. But the more I thought about it, the more convinced in became.

I had to leave.

The day crawled by, slower than I expected and each minute felt like a thousand years. I awaited nightfall, the time my plans were to commence and throughout the wait, I refused to leave my room.

The mansion servants knocked on my door, each of them asking of their assigned duty for the day but I paid none of them any heed. The offered me food, which I know was done out of pity for what had happened to me the previous night, but I refused that too. Apart from the fact that I didn't have the appetite for food, I didn't have the strength nor the will to interact with anybody.

Chuckles reverberated through the corridors outside my room throughout the day and I didn't need anyone to tell me who they belonged too