Chapter 30. The Years that Passed
Ever since the night that Claudine and I had lost Roselynn, things had been bleak. Claudine fell into a deep depression and hardly talked to me or anyone. She ate hardly anything either, her ribs were beginning to show. Her mental health was declining rapidly, she often cried at night when she thought I had fallen asleep. She wouldn't stay in Ireland after what had happened with Clara, she mourned her death and took it to heart. She insisted that we move to New York and start a new life. For the first few years I believed she had hope that Roselynn was alive and would come back to us. But after those few years she began to lose hope and began her descent into her very own hell. She was convinced that it was her fault that all this happened, that she needed to punish herself.
My pleading did her no justice; I nearly fell into a pit of despair. But it would have been no good for the both of us to fall so weak to pity. I needed to be string for my wife. I needed to be string for my daughter. I didn't know how much longer Claudine could last like this, she was now thirty-five years old. Her health was declining and I could hardly keep up with her needs. It was my fault our daughter was gone. I had insisted that she leave Roselynn home with Clara. I think a small part of her hated me for it. I hated myself for it. But somewhere I knew my daughter was alive, she was of course her mother's daughter.
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"LILITH! CEASE THAT INCESANT SINGING AT ONCE!" I flinched when I heard my father's voice. He was not the type of man that I would like to anger. He often struck out at me if I hadn't behaved like he had wanted me to. ninety percent of the time he was so drunk he could hardly walk, yet he still managed to knock me down with a powerful blow and gab fistfuls of my hair.
"Sorry father." My voice was small, I dared not to look behind me, I just continued to scrub a non-existent sot on the plate I was washing.
"You better be careful with that plate; you know what happens if you drop it and the Mrs. finds out." I nodded and carefully dried the plate. My mother was quite the beautiful woman; her long hair was usually kept up and she primed herself like a high society lady. She had once lived in Ireland, a fact that I learned while I dusting. I overheard her on the phone once. Her father had been a wealthy man but cut her off from his will once he had learned she was spending her inheritance on frivolous things. My father had somehow met her even though their social circle never ran together. He was a postman for his small town Clarina. But they fell in love none the less and had me. I've never understood how these two were ever able tyo love anything besides themselves.
"Go do the laundry, before I box your ears." I set the plate down in the rack and curtsied, bowing my head I walked out of the kitchen. I was used to this sort of treatment I suppose; it was rather strange to think I endured this for fifteen years. I didn't even look like my parents, I had dark black hair (which my mother made me keep short) and freckles that danced across my face. The strangest thing was my eyes. My left eye was a bright cerulean blue and my right was a deep violet. I suppose to the normal person it would be considered ugly but I thought I looked just fine. I knew though at some point I had to get away from all this hatred and anger. The house that I lived in was so heavy with it that it nearly chocked me. I had decided a long time ago, on my 18th birthday I would leave this place and set out on my own. New York had recently been gaining a lot of attention with the constant arrival of immigrants and scandalous shows. One day I would be free from this place.
AAAAAAANNNNDDDD FIN! That concludes this story you guys. I'm sorry if it seems like I just ended it out of nowhere. But as I stated in earlier chapters I Dont want to give too much detail away about the sequel. I am so excited about the next story! Like always go ahead and leave your reviews in the review box! I love you guys and thank you for being so loyal and sticking it out with me through this entire story! Forever yours.
-Kara