sn't it a beautiful name?..(Selena asked to herself)That's what my brother Pope thought.He was my companion.I remember those vivid days clearly where we used live in a cabin located deep in the moutains.
It was just me and him at the house.Our father was a woodcutter.So I don't remember the time
we spend with him.
Our mom?
No where to be found :).
The scent of house,woods burning all felt nostalgic.
Everyday my brother used to pratice on the typewriter.His fingers moved flawlessly and the sound of it voice just made my heart race.I just used to sit at a corner and watch him as he wrote.I felt like a shadow .
An unknown bird, All lost in her own imaginative world .
I always wondered,
How could I become like him..?".
Our dinner table was filled with praises for my brother while I just sat silently and ate my food.I wasn't bother as it was part of my daily routine.Time passed like seconds.
And we grew up.
And those memories just disappeared .
The more I grow up, the more I noticed my presence wasn't important .I felt invisible and suffocated in my house.I used to pass my time beneath the apple tree located outside our house.I used to knit just to kill the time.
Soon my father passed as an illness hit him and his death affected me alot.
As he was my father it didn't matter how much time we spent together.
The house grew more silent.
Our relation became more distant.
The bond made up of fragile glass could be broken at any moment.But on the day of my father's death,I felt something strange as if something beneath me screamed:"He deserved it.."That scream haunted my mind for days .At end, I decided to confesss to my brother. At the dinner table as we ate food.I decided to tell,But as those words escaped my mouth.My brother eyes went pissed .He threw the hot burning stew at my face.I screamed out of pain. but it didn't affect him.He just dismissed my emotions and stared,"Father died and you are being an ungrateful brat.My heart dropped as I felt those painful words.How could I be a brat just because I spoke what I felt like?.All those scars of ignorance can't they see...?I could just stare with despair .As my face was burned forever.Anot shher mark left of all the sufferinng I endured years of pain yet it was visible to people...After that day, things changed forever.One morning as Pope was sleeping I left the house forever with a note saying:"Thank you for everything and one more thing I got to say ,Everyone loves truth until it goes against their own perception of reality."
After that I left for a village which was just like my inner state shown in a realistic way.The fog symbolized my heart which was unhealed by all those scars.I settled there officially and started wearing a veil to hide and hoped that one day:"A monster shall be born..."
That was my fairytale ,The pain I endured.. :)