‘Get your lethargic self over ‘ere! The chick’n ain’t gone cook i’self!’exclaimed Madame Shadesnow in her slow American drawl. She and her late husband, Sir Buttonholes, have ruled over me for over a decade. It was something. That’s for sure.
I shuffled to the kitchen, their gargantuan house took time to walk around, that’s why I never drink water until late at night, I don’t want to waste precious sleep hours. The kitchen was as big as the foyer, the foyer was elephantine too.
‘Come quicker! May & I are hungry, darn it! If Myrrah, you’re not here by-’, Madame Shadesnow didn’t have time to finish her sentence, as I was here. She thought me being here quick before she could finish was impudent. She wanted a reason to shout at me. She wanted to be right, all the time. All the time.
‘No supper for y’all, what’s-your-name, ugh, you disgus’ me, cook the supper, and don’t dare nick a single crum’!’, shady Shadesnow stomped away. She was a woman with a large amount of graces and airs, turning up her nose at all things that seemed below her superiority. She had a daughter though, May, she said her name earlier, but was not spoken of again. Shadesnow doesn’t like May as May prefers reading than attending her gaudy and sumptuous balls, which annoys Shadesnow purely, her annoyance for this is so unfeigned as to be criminally negligent. Well, talk about a story in the Shady Manor.
You’d think I was May’s sister, or of relation to the Shadesnows, but, alas, I am none but a 20 year old scullery maid, along with the other one, Melitta, but she was so starved that she…you know…passed away… I’d rather not discuss the calamities concerning the subject. My room here was…Gorgeous? Swanky? Opulent? You’d think, as I dwell in such a grand, preeminent manor. I live in an attic, next to Melitta’s one, but I never go in there, in case I find a sordid, deceased corpse, laying on the ground. But my room, is less, let’s say dark and closed-up. The cobwebs in mine are masterpieces, sometimes I help my spiders build them and we make picture stories and paintings with them. I also help the rats, the Freethinker family, that’s how I call them, because they’re free, they probably think too, thus, Freethinker, they don’t live under Shadesnow’s rules, they live by their own. Heh. Lucky them. More positivity, the bed isn’t as bad, it’s creaking less and looking less fragile as before.
‘Well don’t just stand ‘ere, blinking half-dementedly at me, get the chick’n, geddit! C’mon hop to it, wa’-your-name!’ exclaimed Shadesnow, her habitually slow drawl increasing in speed by the second, she only did this when she was in a bad mood, which was all the time.
May hopped down the stairs, taking her 5 minutes as the stairs were exasperatingly large and swirly. She paused and looked at me, blankly. I looked back, I had never seen such a beautiful child, her green eyes twinkling, her luscious auburn locks tumbling on her small, teeny shoulders, her little feet pattering in their pink velvet evening slippers. Her substantial, turquoise frock gently blowing in different directions. She smiled. Her pearly, white teeth sparkled in the light sun rays of the afternoon, as she got closer, her Asian bamboo perfume wafting noiselessly through the pure, London air.
She was an atypical child, carrying a toy and talking to it, then putting her ear to its mouth to hear what it was replying. Whenever she did that, her mother would snap her fingers in her face and snatch the toy. Wicked witch. She had the warts to match too, but you couldn’t see them under all that skin-perfecting powder. I saw her when I was supposed to clean her bathroom, but came in at the wrong time.
‘THE CHICKEN!!!’, boomed Shadesnow as she stormed in the kitchen and ran to me, I tried to run away but she pulled my rags, and slapped me across the face. Hard.
‘You, you, you silly child! Cook a chick’n, I said! Just cook the chick’n, just cook it! Cut it, season it, oven, cook!! Is it that hard? Is it? IS IT?!?!’, her drawl vociferating in my poor ears. I started to grab the chicken to cook it, but Shadesnow slapped it from my hands onto the floor, it made a reverberating sound that help damage my ears even further. Shadesnow seemed fine, though.
May darted to the kitchen, to know the drama, and perhaps to help it. Perhaps. She opened the door in one quick, rapid movement. She looked at Shadesnow, then at me and then back again until noticing the buttery chicken, with lots of bruises after lolloping around the kitchen floor because of its extreme greasiness. She looked at it, hard. Then she started crying, she wailed, she sobbed, she gasped, she screamed, and fell to the floor, sobbing desperately.
The drama wasn’t over yet, though. Why would it be? It’s the Shadesnow house, you should know that by now.
Shadesnow looked at me, even harder than May had looked at that poor, impotent, dead chicken. She took a step forward towards me. And another. And another. Then she looked at me, up and down, up and down. She took another step. She made her hands into fists. She looked at me in my eyes, and said ‘I didn’t know you had such beautiful eyes, Myrrah. Heh. But it’s the last time I see them,’. She clenched her fists, her stare turned into a glare, her lips pressed so tightly together you couldn’t see them anymore, so much for all that lipstick. Her feet curled up in her morning slippers that had remained unchanged. She twitched her nose. Squinted her eyes and took a large swing right at my face. I fell to the floor, my nose was aching, my eyes started to close and I slept. I heard May screaming, then a loud noise that sounded like the slap Shadesnow had given me, I heard another scream. Then the sound of the kitchen door closing.
5 hours later…
I woke up. I looked around me. Why was I in a…? Huh? I looked to the left, there was May. The nurse came to me and said, ‘Yahoo! 1 patient woken up! Hi, Myrrah! I’m Olive! Looks like we both have names from trees! Welcome! The doctor will come to you in a minute. Your friends here,’ Olive pointed to the right and left. May was on the left and…Melitta on the right?!?! Melitta was breathing, her bony belly going up and down, up and down. Up and Down. ‘Your friends will be okay, they haven’t woken up, but will soon, give ‘em, around, half an hour! I’ll get you your supper, okay, I’ll be back in a jiffy!’.
Olive darted off to the lunch pavilion, I looked right and left again. They were okay, Melitta was scarily pale and her bones were almost showing, on the other hand, May was rosy and looking her usual self. The only thing that perturbed me, was the mixture of blue, purple and pink on the other cheek. What had Shadesnow done? To me and to May. I knew the story behind Melitta’s so-called ‘death’.
I had been cheated and lied to, overworked and underpayed, played and tricked. Shadesnow was a real witch, and that you can’t deny. I looked at my side tables for anything I could use to develop my productivity. Nothing but rehab brochures and health guides, but something else caught my eye. A little limpid, pellucid bottle, on the wrapping it read: ‘Kitty’s Essential Oils- Myrrh Scent-Artificial Colouring- Artificial Scent’. I opened it, it had smelt nothing like Myrrh trees. Nothing. No wonder it said ‘Artificial Scent’. What if I were to make my own essential oils? Myrrah’s Oils, I would call them! Nothing artificial. All locally-sourced and organic. All healthy. For all ages. With REAL scents, this time around. Yeah, I’m going to launch my company, ‘Myrrah’s Oils’.
To be continued…