Pocket Watch

Enrapturing Emotions

Patricia

      Our story starts with a windowpane, wet, damp, upon it, you could hear remnants of rain trickling through the glass. As part though, it was much like those of the funeral's attendees, who she had caught smearing onions into their handkerchiefs in order to be seen sad, but in reality, they just wanted inheritance or at least some leftovers which in their eyes is ever so grand. The gate was then opened into a somewhat rusty squeak by one of the guards. There was a view of the entrance gate at her room, where she saw a limo driving through the wet gravel. A flashback of what she imagined her father's death might be (considering the evidence) to center stage. A luxurious car parked unto a sidewalk right in front of her father's building, and then her father himself rides it with uncommon ecstasy. 

    No conversation happened between the two, mostly because there is a black cloak that covers the driver between the passenger. Her father dozes off, and just then the car hits a speed of two hundred and the car went into hysterical zig-zags. He checks the driver, pleading to slow it down, but then no one else was to be found, except the highly advanced car and a video with a face full of the desire for revenge. Just then, they hit the entrance gate in a loud turmoil, her father, and the parcel, half-burned into ashes.

  Patricia's eyes started to water, though only a single drop appeared trickling down her highly blushed cheeks. It wasn't because of the stereotypical reason of love or because of the common cruel reason inhibited by her relatives. Rather she thought that she would never get the chance to experience paternal love, or any other kind of it because her environment comprises of nothing more than the desire of the highest luxuries and the urge to see other people suffer below their feet.

   A treacherous voice echoed through the grand hallway calling her name. She quickly improved her posture at an instant and polished the make-up on her smeared cheek for she knew that her mother would get a governess for the summer lest she does it. 

Esmeralda (Patricia's mom)

    Worry enraptured the heart that spent 5 decades beating in the task of seeking approval. Esmeralda did not really love (Patricia's father). For one thing, he was a whole decade older, for another, he was far from romantic. She only married him because her parents wanted her to, and all she did was to please them in search of affection. The lack of actual love was the reason for their divorce 14 years ago, only 1 year and 3 months later from her only daughter's birth.

   Right, her daughter, her daughter whom she had so cruelly called 10 minutes ago. She did not want to be cruel considering the death of her father, but in her opinion, it is the only way that the girl's heart could improve in the best way possible, in order for her to not experience what she had all her youth.

   Esmeralda studied in one of the most expensive schools in New York, she was one of the poorest girls there. The rest of her classmates either owned one highly successful business or a multitude of many others. Therefore she was bullied. She did not get to have the limited edition golden headbands from Gucci, she only had one made out of silver. She did not get the newest technology every month, she only got it twice a year. And above all else of her jealousy, her parents were too focused to advance on their business that she did not get to be on vacation with them, she did get vacations in Versailles and slept in it for a week for her birthday, but her parent's only accompanied her physically, not really mentally. This is why she did not get all that her classmates got, and they detested her for it, thinking that she was none the different than one of their housekeepers. They teased her to such a great extent that she pleaded to go into a lower-ranked private school during her junior year in high school, though she experienced something more different.

   There she was one of the richest, she gained popularity and admiration. The highest votes for student council president and she did get every "best-at" ranking in their school book (except for the negative ones  ) she thought with an uncanny smile. Though she slowly realized that the student body's regard for her is nothing, compared to the regard of what they will give her during Christmas or their birthdays.

    The chain of negative thoughts came to a halt as the door opened. Patricia entered, firm and composed, just like what she wanted her to be as she felt an inward sense of accomplishment which in turn reminder her to do the same in a haste. "Patricia, your father's will says that you must have this in the most possible time, even if you are not yet 18," she said as she handed a box made out of ivory and framed with platinum. " I don't want it," Patricia said in a soft mumble."Pardon?" "I SAID I DON'T WANT IT!" the girl said for emphasis. "EVERYBODY JUST WANTS SOMETHING CONCRETE! WELL, I DON'T! BESIDES, I THINK THAT IT MUST BE TRASH FOR ALL I KNOW BECAUSE ALL FATHER THOUGHT OF ME WAS THAT, TRASH!" Patricia exclaimed as she threw the box sending it across the bear-fur rug, into the marble, as it hit into the wall. Esmeralda saw her daughter pick it up once more and held the pocket watch with anguish, she assumed that Patricia is planning to destroy it completely. "STOP!" she shouted, as she raced across time, just then something formed. Something that looks like a tiny galaxy, which swallowed her daughter whole. Both of which disappeared in thin air, including the watch and its case.