Sometimes the words got stuck. No matter how many times she wanted to tell him off she never said a thing. I wonder why? Can't she just say the words she means and then tell him to pick up his own laundry and spilled food.
I don't think I'll ever understand. I don't think I can. The way people avoid saying what they mean or doing what they wish they could, I just don't get why they would avoid it like it would curse them to eternal misery. Every time I ask Madem looks at me and say "it's okay that you don't get it. It's just something someone who can't...well it's just something you don't have to worry about dear."
Maden was a middle aged human with lips that were probably once pretty but flattened due to scowling to much. Her laugh lines had long faded and wrinkles took there place as the years pushed her closer to deaths outstretched hand. She spoke to me with a strain in her voice. She was clearly struggling to speak to me as if she couldn't stand being given the job but they thought she would be best to explain things having been around a good long while. Besides the elders were far to busy to deal with emotionless dolls or so they said.
"Why don't you-"
"God Rose how many times have I told you not to ask that question." Maden looks at me with same face as always, her eyes are slightly narrowed and her lips pulled back. I think its... disappointment...no maybe stress? Or wait it could be anger. Or frustrated or...something.
"Anger?"
"Rose now istnt the time! I keep telling you to not ask questions like that but you just dismiss it! How am I supposed to help you if you don't let me!"
"I apologise. I will try to be more reticent if you would prefer."
"God Rose there's no hope for you."
"Hope is a feeling of strong belief something can or could occur, correct?"
"It's like all you do is ignore me. Leave. Go up the your attic space and write down what emotions you've observed on people today. Such a strange thing to tell someone. I must look silly to the patrons when I speak to you."
"I apologise."
"Go."
She wanted me to leave. I could only look as her head was bowed and her eyes dipped as her wrinkles slightly sagged. Maybe...sadness? Well it's something I can add to my written report today.
I looked up at the wall as I walked carefully up each step, I noticed a glint in one of the corners. It was wedged up into the wood like someone had stabbed it there in anger. I reached to grasp it. Maden would want to see it and detirmine who would have any sort of item of similar properties. As my hand almost touched it I noticed it was pink, truly a peculiar color for a metal. My hand grabbed it and I started to tug, as I did so a strange feeling washed over me. I felt a tug and suddenly everything was gone. I was gone.
Alright, so I'm going to try to go on with this but I'm not sure where exactly I'm taking it anymore so the next few chapters (short chapters they are) will just be character introductions so...Meet Rose! My emotionally challengec human! Next up (drum roll) another character you don't know yet!