|(Future) Animation student. (Unfortunately I have many issues which I seriously should overcome to become even anything close to a professional artist.)|
The Story Without A Name - Chapter 2Since the day I first met Koil, I finally found some happiness in my life. No longer was I left to play alone, because now I could play with him. He would still often wear his suit, though sometimes he wore jeans and a t-shirt instead. I played with him things I haven't been able to play in a long, long time. Other times he read or told me stories and he even taught me how to draw a bit. And we talked a lot.The Story Without A Name - Chapter 2 by saskikana
The bad thing of having a friend that no one could hear or see was that people often thought I was strange. Sometimes one of the maids would come in my room to clean it up while I was playing with Koil, but instead of seeing me play with him, she saw me sitting alone, talking to nothing in particular. She looked at me as if I just grew a new pair of arms and would cautiously continue cleaning. When she was finished, she would quickly leave my room and leave me alone (with Koil).
After that had happened a couple of times, every single one of the household would look at me pec
The Story Without A NameI remember running, running around in the field: no worries, no needs, no problems. I was but a small girl, about four years old and I still saw the world through pink shades: my mom loved me; my dad cared about me, though he was a very busy man, and I was happy to be with them. As I ran enjoying the world, I fell, tumbled over, and scratched my knee. "Emily! You are such a clumsy girl! Look at your clothes, they're a mess now! Get back here immediately!" My mom shouted and was mad at me for the very first time. I thought I was indeed a clumsy girl for making my brand new clothes dirty and so I left to my room and sat there, alone and away from the world.The Story Without A Name by saskikana
As time passed on, I also started to notice that my mom was very often mad at me, even because of the silliest things like accidentally spilling some water over my clothes or even drawing just outside the lines. "If you continue going on like that, you'll never become a lady. You are an utter disgrace!" And more of that