Phobia For Dark Places?

On the second floor, in the middle room.

Inside the closed door laid two figures on the small round bed. Peaking through the rosy, gold, closed curtains were the beamy bright sun of the evening.

Despite the calmness, the whole room was dark, empty, and dull.

Aizhe closed her eyes for the 8th time now. Nothing was working. Everything was against her. Everyone loathed and hated her. No one was there for her to hold her hands and tell her that nothing would happen. Her family members weren't her real family members. Her real family members have left her in this wide, luxurious mansion.

They were gone, never to be coming back. Nothing or no one could bring them back! Sadly, everyone got to witness their family members death once, but she had to witness it everytime she closed her eyes. They stayed in her heart and in her thoughts all day long.

Opening her closed eyes, a tear slipped its way through. Wiping it away, she again closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep. Yet, again nothing was working.

She slowly opened her eyes. Yet although it was open, her eyes were so tired and misty. She couldn't stop herself from thinking so much.

She thought of todays mishap and deep insulation yet again.

Lina was the princess of the house before Aizhe came. Aizhe understood her emotions really well. Her insecurities, feelings and attitudes were piling up. Lina might be feeling like Uncle He is not looking onto her plate but filling Aizhe's plate with love and affection instead.¹

No one would be happy knowing that their dear father who loved them like a princess, since from the first day of their birth till now was suddenly bringing home some one else and making them one of their daughter too!

However, did anyone considered Aizhe? Was she really happy?

No one looked onto Aizhe's emotions and feelings. Making her the daughter of the Li famillie felt like as if bringing home the mistresses daughter. Lina never tried to know Aizhe side of the story.

Whenever they met or talked, she would straight out insult her, or try to disgrace her for coming from the village.

Everything had a limit and that line was being crossed multiple times in Aizhe's case. She felt unwelcomed in all sort of way. It didn't matter if her uncle liked her, the truth was the truth. She wasn't this families daughter. This wasn't her position! Her family, pride and reputation was far miles way back, on the southern side of the country, at Honcai village.

She was that same happy and optimistic girl who everyone in the village called 'Ray' because of her optimistic and chilled back attitude. She was that same girl who used to hide steamed buns from her own group of friends. She was that same granddaughter who used to let her grandfather do her messy hair, even at the age of 21.

But looking on to that now, was she really that same cheerful girl? Was she really happy in her life?

No..She wasn't! Not one day has passed where she has slept peacefully ever since that day.. nothing went her way! She was alone..very lonely.

She was never really this lonely and remorseful. She wasn't scared of anything. But now, she was scared of everything. People, families, relationship and even her nightmares at night.

Today's incident was one sort of lesson for Aizhe. She never felt this much embarrassed. For ones reputation to be named out so loud was something really big for Aizhe. After all, what else was left with her other than her pride and reputation?

She was always proud and happy, never had she felt that there was something more to it on the other part of the world! Here, everyone wore masks. Their eyes was the only thing that spoke louder than their mouths. She wasn't happy at all, but again, from the outside world, living in such a luxurious mansion, and on top of that getting to sleep in such a bright and lovely room was really glamorous and dreamy for any girl out there!

Aizhe felt really low, but that didn't drop her walls. She wasn't at fault! Just because her uncle treasured her like his own daughter and wanted to make her one of his own wasn't her fault. Infact it wasn't anyone's fault. Her uncle was only looking out for her so that she wouldn't feel inferior to her brother and sister.

She sighed outloud and looked down on to her arms. Seeing the way Zia's chest rose up gently in her sleep was really comforting. A while ago, when they were playing at the children's park, Zia's smile was beaming and her eyes were disappearing due to the pure happiness in her heart. This kid was one way or another becoming her source of happiness in this house. All day long, like a pet stuck to its owner faithfully, similarly, Zia kept stuck to her. She was more than a family for her. She only liked to talk, play and even eat with her sometimes.

Heh? Wasn't this supposed to be her mothers duty?

Aizhe thoughts suddenly jerked her body forward. She furrowed her brows and wondered. Speaking of which, who is Zia's mother?

This little ball of bunny is such a sweet child that no one will want to be separated from her..but in this case, her father was the only one who was trying to fulfil his duty. What about her mother?

Load of thoughts were roaming around Aizhe's head for the past 5 hours. Her head was blasting open, and her eyes were bloodshot red. It has been like this since that evening. Whenever she will go to bed, she will have trouble sleeping for a long time. Day by day, her insomnia was getting worse. It was hard for her to even close her eyes now.

She sighed and thought of going out to forget about everything.

When she tried to get up, she groaned by the soreness of her own body. Painfully and slowly, she moved into a sitting position. She glanced at the dullness and darkness of the room. Starting from the enormous light pink coloured chandelier to the long, wide curtains, everywhere was dark.

Who would have thought that the Aizhe from one year ago, had a phobia for dark places now?

¹ To fill ones plate more means to love, cherish or to treasure that person more. And in this case, Aizhe is the one Uncle He is looking more onto and loving more.