Bree was watching the leak in her bedroom ceiling drip onto the floor into a puddle that looked like Florida. Or was it Italy? Maybe, if she waited long enough, it would turn into California. She paused, waiting for the puddle to grow. But the rain that was once battering her window had softened to a pitter patter and the leak in the ceiling became too weak to effect the puddle any longer.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY07UMssDRS
Losing interest, Bree huffed and turned to the other side of her bed where she could see the garden through her window. It looked like what she saw every other day from this god forsaken hellhole. Another cold and dreary day. If she was lucky there might be a chance of only cloudy skies tomorrow morning.
What Bree wouldn’t do to feel the sun on her skin and breathe the humid summer air. To sit in grass and watch ants crawl over her hand. But it was always rainy in Eden, the abandoned mansion Bree was serving her prison sentence in. And it was always cold. Summer and spring didn’t exist here and time passed so slowly too. Slow enough to where it didn’t matter how she spent her days. They never really seemed to end.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEugzI5XqSC
It wasn’t long before sleep took Bree and her leaky ceiling started to drip again.
By the time Bree woke up from her unplanned nap, she had missed dinner and her puddle had turned into a lake underneath her bed. Bree didn’t mind all the water in her room. It reminded her of a swamp. The only thing she was missing was the fauna, alligators and man-eating fish. Too bad there weren’t any humans to feed her imaginary man-eating fish in Eden.
Instead there was only Vermillion, her companion. Vermillion was an interesting creature. A beautiful feline with white fur covering her upper body and green scales covering her hind legs with a red orb on her forehead, Vermillion was a chimera. A monstrosity born out of the golden age made just for Bree. To stay with her as she served her prison sentence in Eden.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Q3P97eEoI
Bree didn’t remember how long she had been in Eden. Vermillion would have the answer but Bree was tired of counting the minutes, hours, and days to freedom. She had already waited a hundred years and still had many hundreds more to go and that was based off an estimation that she made years ago. Tired of pitying her self, Bree jumped out of bed splashing water everywhere. Unfortunately, Vermillion was a casualty of this move and let out a howl that sent cockroaches scurrying underneath the floorboard. They would need to be dug out later before she went to bed. Bree couldn’t stand the sound of cockroaches crawling. The fluttering of their shells. GROSS. Better to squash them and be done with it.
How nice of Vermillion to give her something to do this afternoon. Running to the kitchen, down the stairs and through a long hallway Bree wondered what she should cook for breakfast. French toast? Pancakes? She reached the kitchen and saw the pile of dishes left over from yesterday’s breakfast. I’ll settle for some good old cereal with milk instead.
As per usual, Vermilion made a nuisance of herself by trying to climb into the fridge. And Bree settled into the one good chair left in the kitchen. The kitchen was once a beautiful room, with wooden cabinets, granite countertops and large windows that looked into the garden at the back of the house. Now, with its lack of maintenance and the passage of time, the kitchen was a rotting mess. Cabinets were missing doors, draws were missing handles, and every single chair had been broken except for one. This room was like everything else in this mansion, old, abandoned and rotting.
Sometimes when Bree was eating she would let her mind wander to how things were earlier in her prison sentence. Things didn’t used to be so bad in Eden. For one, there used to be more prisoners and actual human guards so it’s not like the place was dead boring like it is now. But Bree’s sentence was so long and everyone else ended up dying in Eden or getting out and before she knew it, it was just her and Vermillion left alone in this rotting mansion. Why station human guards to guard one prisoner when you can just slap an exploding collar on her and her companion if they leave the boundaries before their sentence is up? Typical human reasoning.
God, she was so lonely. But that was just a part of her punishment for a crime she didn’t commit.
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