"To survive with seasons you must change with them"~cf"Daisy!" I hear someone call my name, I look up from my plate to find Ray and Jade walking towards me with their lunch plates in hand.I look down and resume playing with my peas, pushing them around in the plate."That's rude" Ray says pointing to my lack of attention, she slides beside me on the sitting bench, Jade sits adjacent to me, she stares at my dull expression."What happened there?" She asks straight to the point "what happened where?" Ray asks with a mouthful of her food.We both stare at her in disgust, she hides her mouth behind her palm, she chews fast and gulps down her bite. "Sorry, what happened? What did I miss? You do look a little upset Daisy" she continues matching Jade's stare on me."Nothing" I say plainly "puff, come on spit it out" Ray moves her right hand in a spill the tea kind of motion."It's nothing, really" I don't want to share anything, it took me 20-25 minutes to calm down myself after I ran awa
"What a brave soul you must be, to want to save the world when yours was burnt alive"~ Sneha Pal It is chaos everywhere, tonight is the grand mafia party, we are ordered to decorate the whole place.The party is in 6 hours and their is still so much work left to do, I bend backwards to relax my strained back. I feel like my back will pull apart. "Daisy, have you cleaned the guest rooms I assigned you?" Jade asks while running past me."Yes" I answer her tiredly and watch her run towards the other maids. I don't know how her legs haven't broken yet.I search around for Ray but don't see her here "Jade can I take a break?" I call out to her. She looks up at me from the flowers in her hand."10 minutes" she nods her head than turns her attention back towards the white and red roses."You should go for the red one's" I point at them, she eyes those specific one's with interest."Girls we'll go with red" she announces to the maids who are incharge of decorations.I make my way towards m
"Be gentle, every heart hides many wounds that never bleed"~UnknownI have never wanted to kill myself as much as I want to now, in this moment.1 hour with this crazy woman has made me reach my limits of sanity, I can't bare with her anymore or my head wil explode.She's just... Ahhhh!She's crazy, that is all I have to say."You, flower girl" I stand straight and look at her attentively, she shows me a shade card of different nail paint options, "which shade of black do you suggest I go with?" She asks pointing to a specific shade card that was filled with different options of the color black.How on earth does black has so many shades?I gulp nervously and squint my eyes to look at them carefully, they all look same to me.My eyes move from the card to her, she's staring at me like a hawk waiting for my suggestion.I quickly point to the third shade, she turns the card to look at herself. Her brows scrunch together. You're dead Daisy."Good choice flower girl" she says in approva
"It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts alot more than that"~ Jim Morrison I can sense the burning stare on my back from the past 10 minutes, yet I ignore it."Daisy" finally Ray speaks up, she's hesitant, I can tell by her voice.I tilt my head to my right to gaze at her "yeah" I respond than turn back to dusting the side table of the guest room."I know sir said not a word but you know me!" She whines like a child which makes me smile. "I promise I won't say a word to anyone, can you please tell me what happened? Or my imaginations will explode my head" she huffs, I hear her plopping down on the single sofa.I stop my work and turn around facing towards her, she has her puppy eyes out for me.I sigh "not a word right?" "PROMISE!" She practically screams in joy just as I finish my question, I shake my head at this big baby."I went to the store room to collect my supplies and got locked in, sir found me inside and to our utter bad luck he also got locked in with me." I expla
"They stab you and pretend they are the one bleeding"~ OurMindfulLife.comIt's been an hour since that horrific encounter I had. I could not sit there and cry my heart out as I was on duty and I had to think a way out of this problem.I am not going to become a whore for that filth.After a few minutes of sobbing, I straightened myself, rubbed my face clean of any tears and picked up my tray. I walked out from behind the pillar as nothing happened.I was forced to serve these rich brats while I was dying from anxiety from the inside.Something about their smiles and laughter was riling me up. I was burning up with anger seeing these people so happy and carefree. Uncaring towards the people that work for them.The people who shed their blood and sweat for them so that these people can enjoy this lavish lifestyle.They glance at us as if we are mere pests.They cry and worry about not getting the newly launched car or fashion piece but don't even bat an eye over the problems of their s
"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic"~ Oscar WildeMy soft sobs fill the empty room, my tear filled eyes look beside me at Ray's empty bed, I wish she was here with me right now, I felt so alone at this moment. She was enjoying her time with the other maids while I was shedding my tears in sorrow for the past 2 hours. I think it's better she doesn't see me before I leave, what could the poor girl do herself to save me? At the end we are all just maids.Suddenly, I remember something. I walk over to my cupboard and open it. I rummage through the unfolded clothes until I find it.I pull out the worn out picture of my parents.My tear falls down on my mothers face, I wipe it away with my thumb.I study my parents happy face, I notice my mother's filled cheeks and bright smile. I see my father's protective arm around my mother."I'm sorry mom" I whisper. I wasn't scared of death, it's inevitable but what made me resist it was my family.I came here to
"You're like an angel, but with broken wings"~ UnknownI shut my eyes and scream out loud, ready for my impending doom.I suddenly feel something wet splatter on my face which startles me more, "Fuck!! No!!! God no!!!!" I hear Diego's painful groans which automatically makes me open my eyes.I regret my action as the sight the greets me will haunt me for days, Diego trembles infront of me clutching his bleeding right hand with his other handHis right hand was cut off from his body from his wrist, his palm was on the floor with the fingers holding onto the knife.Blood was oozing like a fountain from his severed hand, I cry in panic and drag my body backwards using my hands and pushing myself by my feet, trying to be as away as possibe from him.I keep on screaming seeing this bloody sight, Diego falls on his knees, crying hysterically. My eyes couldn't leave him, he bends down on the ground screaming for help.My body shakes uncontrollably, my heart was about to explode by the rate
He walks over to me, I look down at his hand and sigh in relief when I see him holding Diego's knife. He observes it, turning it around."This is my weapon" he says out of no where, I now focus more on it, it's actually a dagger.It actually does look expensive."He stole your weapon?" I ask shocked, Sir looks up at me, I look down, not wanting to meet his gaze, I also remember the rule he briefed me with in the hallway "I-I mean, I didn't think anyone is capable of stealing anything from you" I say nervously, hoping that I didn't offend him."He didn't steal it, I gifted it to him for his loyalty" Sir answers.Now I understand why Diego was so confident about not getting in trouble. He had earned the trust of Sir Salvatore himself, which was a huge thing."He was good with his work, but wrong with the mafia" Sir says casually, he doesn't even seem disappointed."Look at me" he commands suddenly, my heart stops for a second, I stare at his shoes nervously, I don't comply."Daisy" he s