Iwaki's Broken Solitude
Chapter 1
I always did enjoy solitude, and I think I always have. My dad died when I was four and a barely remember him. I could never ask mum about him, she always said, 'he's in the past'. I never understood this so I just shrugged it off. She was a very busy mum, as she was the head of a big make up company, so I let her be. I wasn't one to make excess noise or trouble.
As I sat at the brightly coloured, child sized table with my paper, pencils and stubby crayons I felt content. The silence that surrounded me was all the company that I needed; it was calming yet refreshing at the same time. Compared to the unwanted company that I got in kindy, this was a child like heaven. At kindy, I was the freaky kid that everyone was sure was a vampire.
"You don't go out in the sun at all!" One kid said in a determined tone.
"I have sensitive skin and I burn really easy, and sun cream irritates my skin, so I prefer to stay inside." I replied almost in a monotone, I got this so often. It was practically an everyday occurrence.
"Yeah, but what about garlic, you hate garlic, you said so when the teacher asked us about the foods that we hate." Another little boy piped up totally convinced.
"So what. do any of you like garlic?" I had asked, I mean what child in their right mind likes garlic.
"That doesn't mean anything on its own until you put it with everything else!" A girl practically squealed in defence. "What about the red drink you have on a regular basis. It has to be blood! What else could it be?"
"My mum makes me drink it. It's an energy drink. It keeps you healthy 'cos it's got vitamins and other stuff in." I replied, starting to get annoyed.
It was not so hard to handle until the day that a kid stabbed my arm with a sharp pencil screaming "Die, blood sucker, die!"
After that mum pulled me out of kindy saying that, "Who needs kindy anyway, especially with as much brain and talent as yours."
I never thought there was anything special about kindy anyways so I didn't mind much. I just get to stay home, well until I start pre primary or primary school. I guess it all depends on how flexible my mum gets towards other kids and pencils.
Staying home is really great, because now I can draw whenever I want, not just because the teacher says so, that and I don't get stabbed no more. I couldn't help but smile to myself, I was just so happy. I hoped that this bliss would never end.
I picked up my favourite red crayon and started to draw a little smiley sun at the top of my page. Even though I'm pretty young my mum always calls me "her little artist". She always had the biggest smile on her face whenever she would say this, and if mum is happy then so am I.
I had just finished touching up the flower boxes that were on the front of my little house. There were purple flowers growing in them, purple flowers were always the prettiest, when I head mum at the front door. I knew it was her because we have a special knock. I got up to open it for her and was surprised to see her walk in with a strange man on her arm.