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CHAPTERFIVE
Zelle
long-hair-dont-careposted:
Hey guys! Sorry about being MIA lately, I hope no one worried too much! I was just feeling a little under the weather!
I've been getting these headaches, guys. They are KILLER, omg.
Just awful. Radiating around from the back of my head, all the way to the front. It hurts so badly I can pretty much taste it. And it tastes terrible.
And the worst part is,noneof my usual remedies are working. I'm going to have to start researching something else, I think.
It's the literal worst and I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE. Hopefully I can find something that works andsoon. Otherwise, I'm gonna be super *sadface*.
In other, non-headache-related news, my Rapunzel plants are doing AWESOME. They're really enjoying their new pots, and their leaves are looking more and more robust and beautiful! I'm going to be able to transplant them into the frame in a few weeks, and they'll be left to grow on their own from there.
I'm super excited, because I heard that the cooked greens are amazing in soup!
(And who knows, maybe my headache will be helped by a big dose of folates and iron!)
Anyway, I guess I'm gonna get off here now, my eyes are hurting and I think maybe a short nap is in order? I'll try to get back on later and double post if I'm feeling better.
Have a great day, otherwise!
~~thursday, midday~~
I didn't have a headache. Not really. I just needed everyone who read my blog… or rather,Motherto think I had a headache.
I might not have actually had a headache, but I was 'researching' home remedies for it anyway. Since I knew Mother checked my search history, I figured I might as well make it look legit. If I could somehow find an herb/plant site that recommended perisage as a remedy, I'd be golden. I'd have a reason to search for it.
Maybe, combined with the other 'oh-woe-is-me' blog posts I was planning for today, she'd take the hint and offer to bring me some clippings.
If not, I could justaskfor it and there would be sufficient evidence to prove that I'd been researching headache remedies, so there would be no reason for her to say no.
Was this approach totally passive aggressive? Yeah, slightly.
Okay, a little more than slightly, but I had good reason for my passivity. And that reason was Boo-Boo Bear.
I'd done something similar when I was younger and I'd wanted a new toy.
My teddy bear, Boo-Boo, had been my only companion after Mother locked me up here in this high-rise at the ripe old age of five. All I'd wanted was an additional doll or perhaps a bunny or something that I could invite to my imaginary tea parties. As a five-year-old, I'd assumed it was a reasonable request.
However, since Mother wasn't exactly the type of person I could justaskfor things, I'd developed what I'd thought was a foolproof plan to achieve my goals.
I'd started complaining about how ratty my bear had become. His eye was falling off, there was a hole in his arm, that sort of thing.
And due to my youthful ignorance of Mother's mean-streak, that had just resulted in Motherdestroyingmy cherished Boo-Boo bear.
But that was neither here nor there. I definitely didn't want to think about it. I was sneakier than I was when I was a child, anyway. So it wasn't that big of a deal. Or it wouldn't be.
Besides, I'd gotten Basil out of that ordeal. Mother had felt so terrible about destroying my teddy bear, that she'd brought me a talking kitten to keep me company.
I reached out to stroke Basil's head, taking care to stroke his fur in the right direction so he wouldn't grumble.
He purred, ducking his head down as he got comfortable.
"Have you talked to Kinden yet?" he asked, his voice low as he curled up tighter.
