Whatever Remains - T. Richardosn (best ebook reader .TXT) 📗

where I’d fallen. “But I’m staying tonight. I can find another partner, you can stay here.” I said to Glytherin.
“You’ll find another guy in the town that you live in with as much practice as me?” he asked. I thought about it. There were a lot of people on the street I lived in within New York that actually new ballet. “Don’t worry, I’ll come.”
I nodded. “Where are you heading? So you have a room?” the girl asked. I nodded clutching her mother’s guest clothes tightly to me as I began walking in the other direction. “Will we see you around the castle?” She asked. I shook my head.
“I plan on keeping myself to myself today,” I walked on for the rest of that. I kept looking back on my familiar face. Get rid of it! I looked back at the couple. She was hanging tightly onto him. I couldn’t even picture myself hugging anyone that tightly, not even my father, but now I have, and it’s a picture of someone I knew somewhere near birth, or since I was two; practically a stranger. My face would haunt me in the night. Orphelia, Ophelia. Who would be smart enough to see the difference, I was, I knew exactly that it wasn’t my name. How come Glytherin didn’t? He didn’t know me as well as I knew myself though. I walked further and then downstairs. I turned into the heated basement with a layout couch stranded in the middle of the floor. I sat on it as the noon sun rolled by me and onto my cheeks warming me some more. I lied down as I felt sweat trickle down my ballet dress that I’d have to replace at ballet practice tomorrow. I took it over my head and pulled some of the clothing on. I had on a dress that scratched me in every place. It went down my arms and touched the floor. It had a golden outline and a brick red middle. It was pretty, yet very uncomfortable. I sat there for now, and then I waited to see if I’d ever come to bring myself up.
Giving In

It was finally morning again and I was prepared to leave from this place as quickly as I could. The dress hurt me more than it had the day before. I knew that even though I stayed this one night, I still had to pay by wearing uncomfortable clothing and also having to cooperate with the war.
I got up from the bed as Glytherin was looking through the basement closet. Did he even notice I was in the room at all?
“Hello?” I said showing him that I was there. He jumped up dropping some of his things on the ground. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to startle you; I thought you knew I was here.” He immediately objected. He looked at me steadily and looked stunned.
“I guess since she returned your face, it comes out a little bit more on you, that’s good. Lindsay told me that her mother sent you off to Guest Room 210. She even said that she herself made sure. I guess it’s all Lies with Lindsay. Can you believe that she’s twenty-one? She did

have the face of you so I guess it tricked me a bit, but your face still resembles how it did a while ago.” I nodded getting up from the couch. Last night was practically a blur. I remember waking up several of times to the sounds of people I didn’t know coming in and out.
“Are you ok?” he asked. “Your back doesn’t hurt or anything? The springs are still broken and are popping out from the sides.”
“I’m fine.” I replied trying to get up easily. He began complaining again.
“I’ve been sleeping beside this woman for a couple of years now thinking we were the perfect couple and all.” He stopped now. He realized the person he was really talking about was me. He looked down on himself now taking the things from the closet and propping it back up on its shelf. “Ready to leave now?” he asked.
I nodded. He opened the door letting me out. I looked around at the huge sunny windows that surrounded the place. I soaked up the sun and coughed from all of the humidity I took in from the basement. Glytherin patted me on the back. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll work this problem out between Lindsay and her mother.” He looked at me up and down. “Why are you wearing that?” he asked. I saw my dress wrinkled from top to bottom.
I shrugged. “I accepted all I could get from the queen.” I said.
“Well,” he said. “I’ve been told that those dresses haven’t been worn sine the seventies, you can get home and dress differently then.” I heard footsteps approaching behind us. “Glytherin!” Lindsay was yelling. I looked at her face now. It wasn’t mine; she gave more of me back to my face, I guess that was what Glytherin meant.
She hooked up onto the long sleeves of his shirt now. “Are you leaving already?” she asked.
Glytherin nodded. “Why? I told you this morning I was getting ready to leave with Orphelia right away.” Her face was still pretty; it was like anyone’s face, why did she even want mine?
“Ok, Glytherin, be careful, I need you to help me pick out a dress in public, you know how it gets in public.” Glytherin nodded with an uninterested look in his face. “When will you be back?” she asked.
“In a month or two.” He answered. “We’re going to flash out of here, do you mind?” Lindsay shook her head. She pecked his cheek with her lips.
“I swear if you’re late, you know what’s coming to you.” She reminded him.
He looked serious now. “Yes,” he said. Now he looked at me. “Hold onto my arm please.” I hooked onto his arm now allowing myself space. I was gone for five days now. I wondered if anything would change with me gone. Glytherin checked his clock, and the next thing I knew, I was looking through space. I was looking through blackness that had white flashes of light in some places. I could not see Glytherin but I felt my arm hook onto him until the black tunnel ended and I fell out of his grip. I felt hard earth underneath me. The sun was shining and rain was pouring down on me. My hair was all wet now and I was completely shaken from the coldness. The dress began to scratch me on every single area of my arms. I looked at my arm where blood was from the scratches. The dress was practically made out of rose thorns. I gasped. The queen wasn’t being nice, she probably hated me. I looked up as I saw where we were… again. We were behind the dance studio. I looked through it where I saw my dance teacher leaving. I wanted to talk to her for so long and I was so happy I’d be able to spurt out a couple of words. I began running towards her. She stared at me with eyes widened. She had a sad face on. I read her lips as she talked. She didn’t put it into a voice because she thought I couldn’t hear. I smiled even larger as I felt Glytherin step behind me. The sun burned me. “I can talk!” I yelled.
Instead of the woman jumping up for joy, her eyes just widened more and she stepped back. “And I can hear!” I yelled. She shook her head.
“I’ve never heard of such miracles before. This is fabulous!” She put her lengthy arms around me. “Oh my goodness, Orphelia! Your mother must be so happy.”
“Step-mother,” I corrected her. “And actually, I haven’t told her yet, it just happened this morning.” I was a liar. I was a cold liar and I was near to hating myself for it. Just because I had a voice didn’t mean I had to use it to lie.
“Glytherin,” she said to him. “Where have the both of you been? You have a couple days of work needed to be done in one. I’m telling you, it’ll be a lot. Where’ve you been?” I didn’t answer to this and I wasn’t going to. In all truth, I had no idea of where we’ve been. “One of her friends said she was sick at home and I just found her today,” Glytherin said. “On the other hand, my aunt took me on a trip for a few.”
The teacher smiled. “Ok, today I want you guys here at three, earlier than the others meaning right after school cause we have to perfect your ballet. Understand?” I nodded as I began to walk off. It seemed that Glytherin wanted to immediately object this. I walked home in the cold morning kind of glad that I was wearing this long thorn embroidered dress. Yes, it hurt but it was warm and made of polyester.
I crossed the street happier now that I could hear everything and also happy that I could talk. I’d have to get ready and head right to school after this. As I went across the street, I spotted Amanda. She stared at me thoroughly. I didn’t send off any expression towards her at all. She looked at me and I saw her coming towards me.
I began walking the other direction. She’d been so mad at me and it was obvious too. She walked out on me that one night when we should’ve walked home together. She didn’t even try to talk to me or call me over because she thought I couldn’t hear.
I began walking a bit faster towards the school. The