Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Feb 3, 2015 23:06:11 GMT -5
Due to lack of public interest, I have put The Unnamed Empress on a temporary hiatus. This is my new idea for a story, and you know the jist: Feedback is GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!!
If Only…
It was a rather extravagant and luxurious mansion, one that belonged to the oldest living member of the Krave family, 87 year old Bethany Krave. Bethany had been disabled in her life by going blind in one eye and deaf in her right ear and, just one short month ago, had found out that she was dying. She had known this for a long time and also knew that the fateful trip to the doctor’s would only tell her what she already knew. The doctor, trying to be as gentle as possible when telling her, said in a soft tone, “Madame, I see this problem frequently in the elderly, particularly women. It is just something that happens to people of your age, and it is not something you should feel bad or devastated about…” She interrupted him by grabbing her purse and standing, her head held high in the air. “My good doctor, if you are trying to tell me that my body is failing me and I am dying, I already know such things.”
The doctor, who’s name was George Bridgette, blinked in bewilderment, for he had never seen the old woman act in such a way before. “Y-Yes madame… You are a strong woman and have the right attitude towards this.”
Bethany nodded, her nose still in the air in an ignorant fashion, “Of course I do. I always have the right attitude towards everything. When I lost my sister to cancer twenty five years ago, I did not weep. When my husband simply passed from old age twenty two years ago, I did not cry. When I lost my young niece to a murderer by the name of Markus Waldstein twenty years ago, I did not sob. I will most certainly do none of those things today, sir. I have held it out this far and I will continue to do such.”
Doctor Bridgette blinked again. “Right… Well, because of your current condition, you need someone to take care of you at home. Do you have anyone who can and will do this?”
The elderly, frail woman looked up at the ceiling and thought this over before nodding. “Yes, I reckon that I do.”
“And who might that be?”
“My great niece, if that is what you want to call her. Lizzy Lu, the daughter of the niece I lost so long ago.” And so our story begins.
“Aunt Betty,” Twenty year old Lizzy shouted once she stepped foot into the mansion, “Where are you?”
“Aunt Betty” was the name given to old Bethany Krave by her great niece as a sign of affection. “In here, darling!” She could hardly yell, but she did her best to answer the apple of her eye. Lizzy followed the sound of her dying aunt’s voice, looking into the parlor. She saw her great aunt sitting in a huge chair, her head resting against the back of it as if she had had the most tiring day of her life, when it was only eight o’clock in the morning. She knew the chair Bethany now sat in had belonged to the great uncle who had passed away only two years before she was born. “Hello, Aunt Betty. How are you feeling today? Any worse or better?” Bethany stayed silent and said nothing to this.
Lizzy blinked, taking out the picnic she used to carry food to her most beloved aunt. “I brought you some of my blueberry scones I know you like so much to celebrate the new year. I can’t believe it’s almost 1973 already.”
“It’ll be twenty one years since your birth… And your parents’ deaths.”
Lizzy paused for a moment, her eyes staring at the pale blue wallpaper of the parlor, before setting a blueberry scone on a plate for her aunt. “Yes, that is right… But don’t think about that now. Eat.” She tried to hand Aunt Betty the scone, but she politely declined. “No… No, thank you. It is impolite to tell a story with your mouth full of a delicious scone.” “Huh?”
“Sit down, child,” She patted the seat across from her, “I am going to tell you the story of your parents and how they were murdered by the hands of the ones they trusted, all when you were just an infant.”
“My… Parents? Why this all of a sudden?”
Lizzy quickly shut her mouth when her gaze fell onto her aunt, looking so frail and exhausted in her rather big chair. As she gently held her own, she knew and understood. “Alright auntie,” She hadn’t called her that since she was a very young girl, but she remembered what happiness it brought her, “Tell me about the people I have only been able to dream of. Make them a reality for me.”
Aunt Betty let a soft but sad smile curl her lips up as she began to talk quietly.
If Only…
It was a rather extravagant and luxurious mansion, one that belonged to the oldest living member of the Krave family, 87 year old Bethany Krave. Bethany had been disabled in her life by going blind in one eye and deaf in her right ear and, just one short month ago, had found out that she was dying. She had known this for a long time and also knew that the fateful trip to the doctor’s would only tell her what she already knew. The doctor, trying to be as gentle as possible when telling her, said in a soft tone, “Madame, I see this problem frequently in the elderly, particularly women. It is just something that happens to people of your age, and it is not something you should feel bad or devastated about…” She interrupted him by grabbing her purse and standing, her head held high in the air. “My good doctor, if you are trying to tell me that my body is failing me and I am dying, I already know such things.”
The doctor, who’s name was George Bridgette, blinked in bewilderment, for he had never seen the old woman act in such a way before. “Y-Yes madame… You are a strong woman and have the right attitude towards this.”
Bethany nodded, her nose still in the air in an ignorant fashion, “Of course I do. I always have the right attitude towards everything. When I lost my sister to cancer twenty five years ago, I did not weep. When my husband simply passed from old age twenty two years ago, I did not cry. When I lost my young niece to a murderer by the name of Markus Waldstein twenty years ago, I did not sob. I will most certainly do none of those things today, sir. I have held it out this far and I will continue to do such.”
Doctor Bridgette blinked again. “Right… Well, because of your current condition, you need someone to take care of you at home. Do you have anyone who can and will do this?”
The elderly, frail woman looked up at the ceiling and thought this over before nodding. “Yes, I reckon that I do.”
“And who might that be?”
“My great niece, if that is what you want to call her. Lizzy Lu, the daughter of the niece I lost so long ago.” And so our story begins.
“Aunt Betty,” Twenty year old Lizzy shouted once she stepped foot into the mansion, “Where are you?”
“Aunt Betty” was the name given to old Bethany Krave by her great niece as a sign of affection. “In here, darling!” She could hardly yell, but she did her best to answer the apple of her eye. Lizzy followed the sound of her dying aunt’s voice, looking into the parlor. She saw her great aunt sitting in a huge chair, her head resting against the back of it as if she had had the most tiring day of her life, when it was only eight o’clock in the morning. She knew the chair Bethany now sat in had belonged to the great uncle who had passed away only two years before she was born. “Hello, Aunt Betty. How are you feeling today? Any worse or better?” Bethany stayed silent and said nothing to this.
Lizzy blinked, taking out the picnic she used to carry food to her most beloved aunt. “I brought you some of my blueberry scones I know you like so much to celebrate the new year. I can’t believe it’s almost 1973 already.”
“It’ll be twenty one years since your birth… And your parents’ deaths.”
Lizzy paused for a moment, her eyes staring at the pale blue wallpaper of the parlor, before setting a blueberry scone on a plate for her aunt. “Yes, that is right… But don’t think about that now. Eat.” She tried to hand Aunt Betty the scone, but she politely declined. “No… No, thank you. It is impolite to tell a story with your mouth full of a delicious scone.” “Huh?”
“Sit down, child,” She patted the seat across from her, “I am going to tell you the story of your parents and how they were murdered by the hands of the ones they trusted, all when you were just an infant.”
“My… Parents? Why this all of a sudden?”
Lizzy quickly shut her mouth when her gaze fell onto her aunt, looking so frail and exhausted in her rather big chair. As she gently held her own, she knew and understood. “Alright auntie,” She hadn’t called her that since she was a very young girl, but she remembered what happiness it brought her, “Tell me about the people I have only been able to dream of. Make them a reality for me.”
Aunt Betty let a soft but sad smile curl her lips up as she began to talk quietly.
