My Reason

1 - Meeting The Cursed Dragon

Inside a dark and quiet room, a girl was resting on her bed. The light from the TV in front of her flickered constantly, almost as if they followed the rhythm of her fingers pressing the buttons of the control laying on her legs. If it weren't for the amount of trash piled up in her room, along with the trash holding down the curtains, the morning light would have a chance to at least zip through the windows into her room.

If it weren't for the pestilence inside those four walls, the smell of food being prepared would now be haunting the room. The girl did not seem to mind such things, the only thing that caught her attention was the pixels moving on the screen and the huge numbers that piled above her character with every move she made.

The door to her room opened and a woman with a voluptuous body entered, her bright blond hair barely reaching her neck, her demeanor was vulgar and simple; but her clothes: a long tight long skirt, the plain shirt, and her tuxedo jacket, they were worth to be seen in any CEO of a respectable company.

This woman was the mother of the girl, Lori Loud.

"Loan," she said and waited a moment to see her daughter's reaction... Nothing. Lori carefully moved through the garbage in the room and opened the curtains.

The morning light reflected on the screen and outshone the pixels. Loan had to hit the pause button and stood there watching, waiting for her mother to leave. That did not happen, her mother stayed a moment inspecting the room. She took off her jacket and pulled out a rubber band to hold her hair up.

"Go for your breakfast and take a bath." She paused for a moment to stretch and take a breath, that last action almost made her vomit "God, it literally stinks of death in here...

Loan stood up, almost tripping over herself during the first steps. Her eyes stayed on the ground, avoiding both the sunlight and her mother's gaze. Before walking out the door, she stood at the door, as if she was going to say or do something, but then she walked back to the kitchen.

The kitchen had a modern design, white walls, a glass table with a black frame, and matching chairs. Just in between the main table and the rest of the kitchen stood a bartender table, with drinks stored down in the shelves. Aside from that, there was the usual: fridge, dishwasher condiment racks, etc... all placed in a semicircular shape that covered half the room.

Loan went to the table, a chicken sandwich waiting for her along with a jug of orange juice and another one with water, and fruits of all sort tidily placed in the basket at the center of the table. The girl took the chicken out of the sandwich and ate it slowly, each bite accompanied by several sips of the juice.

After a few more bites she left the rest of the food and took a banana from the basket as dessert, calling it a meal. The next thing was to take a bath, but Loan decided to stay for a while and rest first, just close her eyes and enjoy the quietness for a moment...

Her mother's voice woke her soon after, telling her that she will get a visit later. Now there was a real reason to take a bath.

When she entered the bathroom, the first thing she did was see her face, which instantly wrinkled with disgust, she had several pimples on her face, dark spots on her neck and behind her ears, and black ink made out of dead skin under her eyes.

"With some makeup, I could make them look like the eyes of a raccoon," Loan said while cleaning herself. Several skin products were between her and the mirror, these could help her look healthy but they were unable to remove the expression of disgust on her face.

Loan went straight to her room, satisfied with the amount of time wasted in the self-care of her skin. Once there she found two large garbage bags in the corner; next to this, at the connector, an automatic air freshener was connected. Loan took a deep breath of the new lavender scent in her room and let it out slowly before saying: