"Adelina..."
"Adelina..."
"ADELINA!"
I flew off of my bed, onto the hard, cold, wooden floor of my bedroom. Face first, I felt a sting surround my entire face, realizing that my name had been called possibly several times than I may have heard. Releasing a moan of exhaustion, I peered up at my mothers face, who had turned sour instantly. That was what she was best known for. Either she had just sucked an entire lemon, or that was her natural face. I was assuming it was the second option.
"You've been sleeping for several hours? Do you know what time it is already?! 2 in the afternoon! And do you know what time you were suppose to go do errands?! 10 in the morning! I've had it with you Adelina! You lay around like a cadaver all the time!"
"Oh shut up you old cow!" I yelled out, grabbing the nearest pillow that had fallen on the ground next to me, and stuffing my face into it. I hadn't wanted to hear any more of her complaining.
"E-Excuse me?! Who do you think you're talking to young lady?!" She pulled me up by my pyjama sleeve, made out of sheer cotton. Shrugging her off, I pushed her out of my room with all the strength, turning the lock. I believe god gave me that lock on my door for a reason when I first came here. Thank god for that.
Why I had disliked my mother? She was crazy, first of all. Multiple times, she would threaten to send me where I came from, which had apparently been abandoned by bridge near the river. I was an unconscious 3 year old child. That's all she would ever tell me. The only reason she took me in was because she took pity on me. If I had to quote her, she would always repeat "I could have let you died, but I didn't. Then I would be in trouble for doing nothing when seeing an unconscious child. Now go to school you ungracious child!" Now, I wasn't usually the type to say such an insult so regularly. I am a friendly person. There's not one day I don't smile. It's the best medicine. But her? She gave me a reason to bring out a side of me that even I didn't know existed.
Throwing on a pink shirt with ruffles at the front, and a pair of black leggings, I threw my bag around my shoulder, walking out of my bedroom. Noticing my mother had already left the house, right after she had finished lecturing me, I let out a smile, knowing I no longer had to go out anymore. Not that I had been that lazy. Alright. Maybe just a little. But I had my reasons. I was brought up to be lazy. Not that I remember much from before I was three. I actually didn't remember anything. But I always wondered who my real parents had been. I never really thought about it much, but sometimes, it would appear in my head at the most random times. Did I have my mothers eyes? Or did I have my fathers? Was my mother blonde like I was? Those little questions always started something in my brain.
I grabbed the television remote, noticing the first channel that had come on was the news. My mother always left it on this channel, which explains why every time I had turned it on, I saw this. Suddenly, a group of princes had appeared on the television, at a place called Nobel Michel. Apparently, that had been a big castle just where I had lived. It wasn't far, but it was a good distance. It switched over to an old man named Lord Michel. He began talking to the crowd from up above the balcony, alongside the princes. His face looked serious, and I knew what he was about to say would be a serious topic as well.
"Every year, I come forward to you all about this sensitive subject. The missing princess, who's anniversary of her disappearance is grieved. I must apologize for the unattendance of the parents, who have recovered, but are too sensitive to the subject. So I shall talk to you all today."
The air was quiet. The occasion sniffles were sounded through the television, while the princes' heads were lowered as Lord Michel spoke. I never knew much about this missing princess, but I could tell that it was a tragedy. Leaning more towards the television, I listened quietly to the television.
"It has been recorded that no sightings of her have been found. But her appearance was sketched out by some of our best artists of Nobel Michel, just by giving out her features when she had been just only two. Unfortunately, we cannot give out this information, due to the assumption of women stepping forward claiming to be the missing princess. So please, join us tonight, as we will honour her by releasing lanterns with the Nobel Michel crest onto them. We hope to someday reunite with Princess Ade-"
"HOW DARE YOU SIT ON THAT COUCH LIKE A POTATO?" My mother stormed through the door, bags in her hand. She threw them down, grabbing the remote from my hand. She slammed her car keys back onto the couch before walking away.
Was...he going to say my name? No, no that's crazy. I laughed it off, while my mother stormed into my room, hearing her rummage through my drawers. Sighing to myself, I ran into my room, to see what nonsense she was up to now. Seeing she had thrown my clothes all over, she had a gigantic bag placed onto my bed, filling it up with every inch of my clothing that was left.
"What are you doing?! Stop it mother!" I grabbed onto her wrist, but she threw my hand off, and took handfuls of clothes from the drawers, continuing to fill up the gigantic bag. I attempted to try and stop her again, but it was no use.
"I've had enough of you! You can go live on the damn street for all I care! You're a good for nothing child! I wish I had never taken you in!" She threw the bag into my arms, which was heavier than I thought. Her words pierced through my chest.
"But...where the hell will I go mom?! Think before doing things!" I threw the bag back onto my bed, but she just picked it right back up, putting it back into my arms.
"Go live underneath that damn bridge! Or better, why don't you go find those disgusting human beings who threw you away in the first place?!"
I felt my blood begin to boil. Raising my hand, I slapped her across the face as hard as I could, running off towards the front door. Before walking out, I yelled out my final words.
"Don't you talk about my parents like that ever again! I hate you! I advise you never to become a real mother, because I will pity that child! Goodbye ma'am! I never wish to ever speak to you again! Rot in hell!"
I slammed the door loud enough for the neighbourhood to hear. Feeling the warm tears trail down my cheeks, I cried loudly, finding myself actually run to the place where she had told me to. The bridge. The place where I could cry as much as I wanted to. I knew this time would come soon, where she would kick me out. But I didn't expect it to be this soon. Running faster and faster with the giant bag around my arm, I looked forward to the farther away I got from her.
I just wondered what my life would be like now.