It was a small house that held a soft feeling all about it. Dim daylight, craving it's way through net curtains, created a very dreamy atmosphere in the lounge. The lounge had two doors connected to it; one led to the kitchen while the other one was closed. I opened it and guessed it to be her Mom's room from the dull and decent furniture. I closed the door again. My eyes followed the staircase and saw a door at it's end. I had a feeling that it was her room.
Smiling lightly, I ascended the stairs and opened the door. Staring at her room in awe, I stopped mid steps. I had never been to such a place in my life before!
It was a small tea pink room filled with sweet air. A cozy bed stood against the right side wall over which, the roof slanted like a shelter. I could see a small cupboard by the washroom door on the left side. A dressing table was placed on my left by the door of the room where I was standing at the moment. In front of me was a large floor to ceiling window with white net curtains. A very cute chair with a soft red seat was resting in the window. To the right of the window was a book case with different books set neatly inside. Between the window and the bed was a table over which a lamp hung on the wall. It was a simple and sweet bedroom with a very soft look. It at once reminded me of her.
I walked further, inhaling her soft scent that hung in the air of the room. Such a tiny world she had, yet I felt it had much to be explored. A smile touched my lips as I knew I had enough time to do this, whole day actually. She was at school and her mom was at work. I had her room to myself. I considered myself lucky.
I walked towards the window and looked outside. It looked upon the back lawn and the street ahead of it. I smiled at the tiny chair, imagining her sitting there and looking out of the window. But evil as I was, my sweet imagination was interrupted by a nasty yet exciting idea. I checked the lock of the window and unlocked it. Opening it, I looked down and saw that it was easier to climb up here if aided by the pipe attached by the window. I smiled and closed the window, leaving it unlocked. Had Mom been there, she would have shook her head in disapproval but I was doing this for her. No guilt. No shame. Besides, there was no shame for a bad boy.
I shook the thought and looked around the room. The table by the bed caught my eye. It was a high table with a cabinet and a drawer. A large empty cup in a bowl was placed on it for decoration. In the lower shelf of the table rested white sneakers and a...skipping rope? Wow..she was really cute! I never knew she liked sports. But then..I didn't know her. I sighed.
The sight of the skipping rope created in my mind, an image of a little girl from a fairy tale skipping around in large gardens. I smiled. It reminded me of Mary Lennox in The Secret Garden. I wondered if she would help me find my secret garden and get on my feet again just like Mary helped Colin Craven. The thought blurred as I opened the cabinet and took out a photo album. Picking up a soft stuffed brown dog from the bed and placing it in my lap, I sat down on the bed and opened the album.
That's when I realized that from the newborn to the toddler and from the child to this young girl, Hazel had always been an angel. With her golden hair and twinkling honey eyes, she had smiled brightly always. There she was, smiling in her father's arms, smiling while reading Enid Blyton stories, smiling on a bicycle with her Mom beside her, smiling in a theme park with an ice cream in her hand, smiling at the beach in her shorts and top, smiling with her arms open in the rain, smiling with a paint brush in her hand and paint squatted all over her face and clothes, smiling in the bus with her hands free in her ears, smiling in a pretty pink dress at a friend's birthday party....smiling always. All the emotions; surprise, awe, excitement, madness, wildness, everything ended up merging in her bright smile that twinkled her eyes. It brought a smile to my lips. I couldn't imagine someone else having such a bright smile.
I squinted through the pictures and saw that she had her father's eyes. Her mother had bright blue eyes, clearly not like her. Her father was a handsome man, no doubt, but I could see that all his charm was reflected by his eyes. He had those magical eyes like her that left you rolling in the honey. Now I knew, why Mom couldn't forget him..those eyes could not be forgotten and I knew, now when I knew this girl with magical eyes, I could not forget her too.
Going through the pictures, there was this one shot that clicked my heart and I couldn't stop myself from taking it out of the album and putting it in my jeans pocket. I knew that I was doing wrong but I told myself that all over the world, people stole money and gold, but me..well it was only a picture.
I put the album back and took out a lovely brown diary tied with a grey ribbon from the cabinet. Another crime? I didn't mind. It was only a diary. I ignored the guilt cutting my heart and opened it.
Dear diary,
I don't feel well today so I am staying home. Mom's away at work. It's raining outside.
Rain..it taps at my window and calls me outside to play in the puddles like every other time but I don't wish to go out. I wish to lie down here in my bed and listen to the rhythm it's creating. I want to enjoy this music of nature while I burn. I wonder how this rain, that urges me to run outside and open my arms wide in the air, can't even make me get out of my bed? I guess they speak the truth when they say, 'The weather around you is reflected by your inner climate.' Indeed.
I turned another page,
Dear diary,
I went to the park with my mom today. She's bought me a new skipping rope! I am so happy. I like it!
It's white. I like white. White is the color of purity, peace, dreams, clouds, fantasies, angels, pearls..it's beautiful. So, I adore white.
Sometimes, I really like living in colors, dreaming in colors..do you know? Don't know why..but I have this strange obsession of colors. Every color speaks. Blue, for e.g, is the color of calm, depth, waves, sky, crystals..I think people would call me mad for thinking like this, moving on to colors from the skipping rope..but I can't help it! I love living and dreaming in colors because I think every color has a life. Colors are beautiful and wondrous things to play with. Trust me.
I held my breath. I was fascinated at her way of relating every ordinary thing in life to some greater and deeper idea. I wondered if I'd ever be able to hint her of something as grand as such philosophies of hers? I turned another page..
Dear diary,
I made pasta for Mom today. She loves pasta and I love her! ♡
A mother is the greatest shelter one can have in his entire life and I am grateful for this treasure. I miss Dad..a lot, but..I have adopted to his absence in my life. Thinking that it could have been Mom instead of him..constricts my throat and brings tears to my eyes. No, I can't..I just can't live without her love and support. I owe her everything in my life. I am crying right now..need to go..
How could I tell her that I myself was crying? This girl had just pointed out the greatest hole in my life..a hole that could never be filled. She was right..living without a mother is hell. I wiped away my tears cruelly and stood up.
I saw that the diary I held was filled till the end. It meant that it was not in use anymore so I put it in my bag and checked the drawer while closing the cabinet. In it was placed another diary; pink and white. I opened it and saw that it was only quarterly filled. I knew that she won't notice the absence of the brown one as she was occupied with the pink one. Satisfied with it, I looked around and saw that she had less makeup items on her dressing table than normal girls her age. Maybe she didn't like using makeup that much.
I moved towards the wardrobe but this thought that it would be the worst intrusion of all stopped me so I left the room after straightening the bed sheets. At the door of the room, however, I had cast a last glance over her world, walked back to the bed, hugged her pillow tight and then departed.
At the last step, I changed my mind of leaving the house. Instead, I went into the kitchen and made myself feel at home. I took out the required stuff and after half an hour, I had prepared a delicious pasta. I was glad I had learned cooking from Mom and now I had prepared pasta for her mom because of it. I felt contented at having done something special for a mother.
Now, as I had no way of erasing this proof of my intrusion in her home, a very exciting plan hit me and I finally registered that I should better confront than escape.
Author's Note:
Hi Imaginators! :) Here's another update. It's long but only a revelation of Hazel's life. I didn't wrote the 'Haxen' stuff as I promised because,
● This revelation seemed necessary to me so that you could have an idea of Hazel's life too.
● All of you couldn't achieve the target of only 50 comments on the last chapter but instead kept provoking me in PMs to update. But it's okay. :) I didn't actually wanted 50 comments..I only wanted time and that I got from you. Thanks to all of you for being patient and easy on me. ♡♥
Oh and yes, my finals are due..I really need to study hard. Guess, I won't be able to update in a long time. The maximum limit is 20 days. Not more. I promise. After that..it'll be regular with short intervals. ♡♥ So please, relax..I want to give you the best to read. :)
Sorry for long author's note..it's long because it's after a long time. I hope you don't mind. If you do..please tell. :)
Much Love! ♡♥
Hazel :)