Resume: Fundamentals of worlds. 2

For once, I am glad with what he said. For all they treated me, at least they hadn’t killed or sold me off to a slave driver. It would have just prolonged the suffering. Or maybe he should have. Though, it would only send me to the grave early and then repetition, into another life… I don’t want that.

Sitting on the edge of the bed—which is nothing but hay with a cloth covering and a blanket, I hold in my hand a strip of cloth, one I made from ripping a piece from the cloth covering the hay, wrapping it around my hand. It will definitely get infected since I didn’t get anything to clean the wound. I’ll work on that later.

When I regained consciousness the suns were still high up, not even noon and I had been left outside after the man was done venting. So all I could do was get myself up and staggeringly found my way into my room. So here I am.

What do I have planned for, in this world? Nothing! Nothing at all. My mind has been blank, and just the flow leads me on.

I lift my head looking out the small window high up the wall, from where the only rays of sunlight makes it into the room, staring blankly for a while.

Humanity, I snide at that term. It is more of a characteristics than an ideal. Our very being is made for one thing only, destruction. The picture perfect world tainted by what we call humans. They plague this world with their very existence.

This is not my ideal but I don’t care for them but myself. Though it would do them, and me, good if we just disappeared.

Enough wasting time on such nonsensical thoughts. I guess I’ll return outside and just… watch.

I pick myself up and move to the door heading out.

Slowly I move up the stairs, out the door and into the hallway. Sitting down at the dining, the man at the head and she at the side…

“… child.”

“… Really, that’s great!”

Passing by I made out just the last bit of her statement. What are the going on about? Child?

What’s going on? I stop.

He rushed to her side and as she is seated at an angle he picked her up by her waist and she being slender, and ordinarily beautiful I might add, lifted her up.

I see she is with seed… I stare at them as he lowered, smiling ear to ear and she back at him. I didn’t even bother to pick up on what they were saying.

What a wasted show of affection.

Though I hope who ever comes out doesn’t go through what I do.

I look away and continue heading out.

A few months have gone by. Seven to be exact.

Seasons have come and gone, and from what I can tell, now we are in the bloom. The sky is clear and only a few white cloud slowly drift by.

I got a new hobby. Instead of staring out at nothing now I stare at nothing under the guise of butterfly watching and or lying on the bare ground in the back staring at the sky, night or day.

Out, staring into the green, nothing particular in mind.

Mother’s belly has bloated and she’s put on weight, not much though. And that didn’t mean the treatment became lightweight. Still abusive as ever even moreso with the pregnancy mood swings. The downside is that I get to come out more often than not, for I handle the hard labour within the confines of the house and never stepping out, since she can’t handle much now.

I don’t mind doing the work, helps take my mind of things and keep me out much longer. A simple mistake in those works warrants punishment twenty times over. That has been my new days these past months.

Also I am, though, to stay far away from her, even when she calls for me, since they fear I would do something to either her or the pregnancy. Any closer and… well the obvious…

Done for the day, just like always, doing everything earlier and take the day or night to stare out into the sky.

Maybe I do this sky gazing on reflex as it is the only calm I can have to what I want. I have no idea.

Clutter. Clutter.

That came from the woman. Getting a good exercise in she goes into the kitchen to do some dish washing. Even though I get it done before anyone gets there, still being superstitious she cleans up again after me, the reason, me being a devil…

Around the second month of her pregnancy things turned worse for me. Somehow, not that I know why, especially how they turned every part of the house into their sex den—it was obvious that I know of that with how they were all over the place and so loud, they didn’t really care that I might have been or was around—she miscarriaged, or so it seemed.

Instead of finding out the reason or taking it calmly they shifted the blame onto me, saying it was a curse of my doing. I took the worst of beatings and treatment my whole years combined in just one month. I guess that was probably the reason they warned to stay away from her.

I just didn’t bother to care.

Not until a month after it started when her belly begun to bulge they realized the child was still safe. And even that went to the fact that they claimed the “ancestors above” had protected the unborn child from my demonic power.

All this is just so bothersome.

“NGH!!” Huh? Looks like they at it again.

I shift my head back switching from the sky down to the house behind me. Upside down, through the open wooden shutter of the window I see her with a pain look…

… Her time isn’t due. She has one month more to go.

Is it a complication?

I turn over at an angle to my side getting a straight up view.

From how she’s acting there can only be one reason… The man, panicked, rushed in to her side giving her support and sending her out of my sights, deeper into the room, trying to soothe her… Not that I bothered to listen to what they were saying.

I’m sure this will take a while… If nothing unexpectedly happens. I can hear the man racing out to go find the midwife. And from inside her muffled voice.

I return my back to the dirt and grass.

I just hope for whatever happens I don’t get blamed.