The day She decided to Run Away

There is a certain time during your sleep cycle, when you are neither awake nor asleep. It gets less visual, your hearing is more in use and you are not sure if what you partially see and almost fully hear is from your dream landscape or the reality. You hear things but you are not sure whether you can talk about it later to others, however that silly brain of yours registers the words. She heard venom. Venom spewed for her mere existence. The lazy persona of hers didn't please her overlords. As a mid-twenty spinster, she was a magnet of everything that is wrong with the girls of the time. Add a splosh of good old laziness to it and Voila..!! you get the perfect unwanted daughter to an already stressed out couple who were in the eternal lookout for a son and ended up with three disappointing daughters.

The lady of the house never ceased to complain and seized every opportunity to point out that she was disappointed with her daughter. Be it in an ever loving way or in the most extreme rudeness from a mother to daughter. The beating had stopped years ago, but the daughter preferred a slap or two than this. The sting of a strike and the humiliation of it may last for a few minutes or a couple of hours at the maximum, but the words, they pierce the skin, cut through the flesh and inflict pain somewhere in the thoracic cavity. Mother lady never thought about the damage she did. In actuality she is a lovely women, the best mother one  could hope for, but during her frustrated hours she could be a mean old thing. The words that form at the her lips can push you over the cliff. But do not judge her with this account. She is just another tired, overrun, housewife who had more than her share of miseries crushing her down, thanks to her daughters. Her anger is justified , but the daughter just doesn't get it.

The Father  is a tired old man. He had passed the cut off age for an elderly citizen and just wanted this last daughter of his out of the house, so he could enjoy his life peaceful for may be a few months, for in his life, there will be no peace. Thanks again to the daughters.

Coming back to the day she decided to runaway, it was a Christmas morning and it had nothing to do with this family. The daughter, a working woman, whose days start early but not too early, wanted to sleep in an extra 3 hours, while the mother wanted her to wake up with the sun and get her fat bottom to stop being so. The daughter hated it, but she did it anyway because she knows the her overlords meant it in a good way, but that particular day she was too tired. The dark comedy she watched the previous night did not come to her rescue when she heard her mother rant about how a lazy, ungrateful, worthless spawn she turned out to be. The daughter ,whose head was in the space between "fully awake" and "Gosh that dream was good , let me try if I can extend it a little bit more", was growing tired of the Mother lady's complaints just screamed,

 "Oh stop screaming will you?"

The Mother lady will not take such back talk lightly. She just continued her monologue in a more loud, irritated and rude tone. The daughter was awake now, but still in bed. Her anger was getting to her head and messed up the very little work her early morning brain could afford. She decided to runaway.

Through tears wiping away her toothpaste foam formed near her mouth, and an uncontrollable shake of rage she affirmed, she really wanted to leave. The last 2 years have been tough but today? Early in the morning? The day she wanted to rest in? She had had enough. As the last lather of soap was washed off, she took one deep breath and began to plan her get away.The famous bookstore at the center of the city popped up immediately, for apparently no good reason. She saw herself reading books and buying a few that could keep her company. One of the sane parts of her brain reminded her to get the list of books she wanted to read out from the folds of her old clothes.

She heard a chuckle.

Then suddenly her expensive dress came to her head, she needed a better stole for it. So next stop, clothes stores in the famous market place in the city. Another part that dealt with navigation reminded her that the market place would be much closer than the bookstore. So change in plan, market place and then the bookstore. The part of the brain that dealt with her innate shyness and introverted nature quipped up as to how embarrassing it would be for her to carry clothes bag to the high end book store, but Navigation asked the Introvert to shut up.

She heard a chuckle.

The Foreseer part asked what was the point of all the shopping and if she was going away for good, will she be coming back the same day, where she would stay, what about food, as she is in a well planned diet now that the Mother lady is feeding her. The Pride part said that she will figure it out as the day went by.

She heard a chuckle.

The Foreseer was pacified for the time being but also reminded her to plan the thing with her mobile so she cannot be tracked. The daughter felt it was a good start,came out of the bathroom and picked out a good dress to wear. The bookstore demanded she dresses well.

She heard a chuckle. She wondered why she kept hearing it, when suddenly the chuckle burst out a full blown howl. Someone was laughing their heads off. It was the part of her brain that dealt with Figures. It reminded her, she had no money, whatsoever. Her credit cards were maxed out, she owed a good deal of money to her she-sibling, a moral obligatory pay off to her Mother lady. Even her travel to the marketplace required her to borrow money from her Father.

She was looking for help from the other parts that were very much vocal a few minutes ago, but silence ringed as the figures part kept laughing. The eyes picked up the absence of any activity from the other brain parts and opened the flood gates. Tears were dissolving in the shower. The anger was back again not at the overlords, not at the things she thought was wrong with the world, not at the dark comedy from previous night, nothing but herself.

She stepped out of the shower, picked up her home clothes from her cupboard, and walked out of her room to the kitchen. Mother lady was still boiling with anger that her back talk had inflicted. When the daughter reached to get a bowl for the cereal, Mother lady guffawed and said "I thought you were better than this" .Pride cried out in protest, but accepted defeat and moved to a dark corner. Figures pulled some strings and managed to write a smile on the daughter's face. She moved back to her room, got the nice dress she had laid out for her get away, put it back in her cupboard and closed the door.