Climb Out Of The Abyss

Lonely

The clock showed seven and thirty-five am, my eyes widened involuntarily, I jumped into my shoes and started running, after slamming my room door behind me. The white marble stairs, today, looked much longer than ever, probably because I was trying to get down as quickly as possible. I knew my mom will be angry because I was late for breakfast, again. After all, punctuality was extremely important to her. She keeps repeating that „punctuality is a royal courtesy“. I flew as fast as I could and didn't look where I was setting my feet, so during my rush I almost fell on the last step of the stairs. After slipping my leg, I grabbed the handrail to keep my balance. When I felt firmly standing on the ground again, I ran into the dining room without thinking for a long time. As soon as I caught my breath I walked through the door and was about to apologize to my mother for being late, but to my great surprise, the dining room was empty. While I was still looking, Lucy entered the room - one of the few people working in our house. Her round face was adorned with a friendly smile, and wrinkles of laughter emerged near her eyes, the smallness of her face is especially accentuated by her large green eyes adorned with thick and charcoal-like black lashes. Her longitudinally black hair was, as always, twisted into a sturdy tuft, and the outfit was also mostly black. The clothes of this color perfectly emphasized her slender but very sporty build. If I had to say what her responsibilities are in our home, I probably wouldn’t be able to. She did a little bit of everything, but mostly kept me company, made snacks, and the like. Although we were good friends, no matter how many times I asked about her responsibilities, she never answered my question. Every time the same story is repeated after my question she smiles amicably and changes the subject. The left cheek of her face was furrowed by an old bright scar, I have seen other scars several times, but I did not dare to ask about them. Maybe I was afraid she would get angry or resentful, or just wouldn’t respond like a few others. But such trifles never shattered the friendship of the two of us. As always, she seemed full of energy:

- - Good morning Perla. How did you sleep? ”I replied to her smile with a smile.

- - Good morning, Lucy. I slept perfectly. ”I said without looking at Lucy, and my still surprised eyes looked around the dining room, my face probably reflecting the question I had, as Lucy said with a much more serious face:

- - Unfortunately, only my company will have to be enough this morning. Your mother left very early. Had to sort out several important matters. Of course, what those things were, she didn’t tell me - her last words were probably the answer to my curious look.

- - Liusi your company is always extremely nice to me, it's just weird where my mother hurried so early. Usually, she never misses breakfast with me. Something very important had to happen - anxiety and even a slight fear developed inside me.

Lucy probably saw my anxiety, as the expression on her face, which had been very serious before, softened a little, and her words echoed with a bit of regret in her voice.

- Maybe there is something important. But I can't answer this question of yours, after all, you know your mother, she doesn't tell anyone about her plans and things, - I realized that Lucy was telling the truth, but it didn't alleviate my anxiety.

I sighed with all my heart as if trying to push my excruciating anxiety out of my chest along with the air. I walked quietly to a cream-colored satin-covered chair, sat down on it like a real lady, as I always did with breakfast with my mom, it had already become a habit because she was constantly demanding etiquette. Etiquette was like a kind of bible to her. Her, in my opinion, excessive adherence to etiquette often annoyed me, but at the same time reminded me of my childhood friend Erik, to whom I had to say goodbye a few months ago, at the beginning of summer. His dad, having previously only worked in the United States, decided to move there with the whole family, as his high-end hairdressing network with highly professional hairstylists became extremely popular, bringing him huge profits. Because Erik and I were childhood friends and attended many classes together, it was extremely difficult to break up. However, we did not stop communicating, we talk on the phone every few days. I miss it endlessly. Sitting in a large dining room full of luxury, Baroque-style mahogany furniture brought straight from Italy, I felt especially lonely.