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The sun quietly shined from the gaps left open in curtains in the doom manor as the resident of the manor went through their morning oddly with no trouble or incident. Laura easily closed her wings entering from the open window of her bedroom with her body smoothly shaped back into her human form landing on the soft fresh sheets. She let out a breath letting herself feel the cool sheets on top of her heat naked body. “It’s so fucking quiet” she sighed. Still not used to the lack of thumping voice from Cliff’s robotic body or Jane’s morning grumpiness.
“Laura!”
“At least there is this” She smiled and got up from the bed, heading to Rita’s room. “Where are you?”
“I’m here” she peeked into the room but nothing was there, “down here” She turned around to the stairs. Finding Rita fiddling with the cane on the last two stairs. “Fuck. Fuck”
“What is it?”
“It’s stuck.” She gritted her teeth, shooting a deadly glare at the house “This place is wracked” Laura walked down the stairs. The cane had stuck in the broken part of the last stair and Rita’s action had made it worse than it was.
“Okay. Stop it, Rita”
“No…you fucking idiot” she snapped and throw her hands aggressively with a book she was holding, Laura was fast it didn’t hit her.
“Is it just a crack Rita. Calm down”
“Don’t tell me what to do…I am calm. Why wouldn’t I be calm?” she only nodded. “Don’t I look calm?”
“Yeah. Sure”
“Fuck off Rouge” Laura shrugged. Pulling the cane out, it wasn’t even that big deal. “Of course. Are you having a good time with this”
“Ok, if you had bad sleep don’t put it on me, Rita”
“Bad sleep? I have a bad life! Can’t you see it?” she gestured at her face, letting angry breath “I fucking stuck in my 80’s!!!”
“You were 100 last month. That’s a progress”
“A week, Laura! Do you hear yourself?” Laura blinked, putting her mental shields up to take bullets from Rita. “What is next? Waiting a year to go back to myself?” she took the cane out of her hand and pushed herself up murmuring things Laura had trained herself to not hear for a while. “Everybody got it in one second and mine taking a century”
“Yeah”
“This is that entire bitch fault. She did it on purpose!”
“And here comes grandma” She bit her lip to avoid the smile.
“This is all your fault”
“No Rita, I wanted you to do it. remember? Isabel is your nemesis” She shrugged and walked upstairs before Rita lashed out at her.
“Oh, you think you are funny, Rouge?”
“You are welcome” then closed the door behind herself. She walked to the table placed in the corner of the room next to the phonograph she had brought from the dada room picked an old classic album to start with and blended Rita’s complaints in the kitchen coming through from the thin walls, she leaned on the chair, pulling out some papers with a pen there were already some lines she hardly had managed to pull out from her skull but it didn’t feel enough. “No words are enough” She stared at the papers again, trying to think of any word, useless words even, anything that could get her out of these endless cliché days repeating itself on one image, one stupid note with the ghost of past and empty soul of present. She picked up the pen and began writing with music reaching to the last notes and by the end she was finished tears had drowned half the words leaving an ugly black swamp that was a mirror of Laura’s true nature. A doomed soul, stained with blood and shame, she looked up and noticed the sun had reached the end, “another day” she sighed opening her hair and letting it fall before her heavy heart accompanied her tired restless body to the bed.