Erik, Boy Genius: Part 2
*still six years old*
I had the most wonderful day today!
I woke up in the strange cavern again today and took a bath in the big lake. It was very very cold and it was still dark even though I think it was morning and I was a little bit scared. :\
I spent the day exploring, as I had said I would. Caves are fascinating! And it's not just a cave--there is a beautiful house in this cave. It is something out of a dream. One day, I shall live in a house like that! I drew a picture of it so I can remember it for later and build a house just like this.
Inside the house are so many wonderful things. There is an entire room that is covered in dead flowers. I can imagine what it must have looked like when all the flowers were alive! Think of it, a room sprouting flowers out of every side! There is a small bedroom, and the strange thing is--it looks to be furnished with Mama's furniture! The very same things Mama has at home, are in this house! It is very curious! And there is a room full of mirrors and a big iron tree, and the mirrors reflect off one another and make it look like a forest! It is wonderful! Oh, oh, and now I shall tell you about the best part of this house!
There is a grand room that is draped in lots of black fabric, with a coffin in the center. A coffin! It is a beautiful coffin, and it makes me shiver to look at it. I lay down in it for a little while and found it quite comfortable and cozy. I like how safe the walls feel right next to me, and the inside is very plush and soft. But the best part of the best room is... a magnificent, magnificent organ! *____* It fills up the whole wall and gives forth the most heavenly sound I have ever heard. I played for hours, but then my hands hurt from stretching to reach the keys, so I decided to explore some more.
Upon further analysis, I believe it is safe to conclude that my cavern is located under an opera house. I am not certain how to get out of the cavern and into the opera house, but when I stood in a certain place and held very still, I could hear music wafting down from high above. Sounded like Mozart! And he's my favorite! And he was a little boy when he wrote music, too!
In the evening, I went to the strange mansion and saw the strange people again. And the boy named Sherlock gave me cookies! And ice cream! I think Sherlock might be my friend, but I'm not certain. I like him, but I'm not sure how one knows if someone is one's friend. Would he have said something if he thought I was his friend? I don't know. I have never had a friend before!
Also, a sparkly lady talked to me all evening. She was sparkly and nice. SHE GAVE ME A VIOLIN! A real live violin! *gasps in awe* It is so beautiful. I wanted to scream, I was so happy! So I played one of my own compositions and she clapped! And so did Sherlock, and another sparkly lady. The other sparkly lady looked like a flower; she had sparkly green skin. She was pretty.
Anyway, the first sparkly lady's name was Helena, which is a pretty name. She said she didn't think I'm an abomination, and that I wasn't sent from Hell by Satan. And that's a lot more than Mama can say. I am not sure what to think about that. For one thing, if Helena is right, that means Mama is wrong. But if Mama is right, that means Helena is wrong. I want both of them to be right because I love Mama and I love Helena. Is it possible to be an abomination sent from Hell by Satan and also not be an abomination sent from Hell by Satan?
Hm.
I... I was brave tonight, with Madame Helena. She was sitting on the sofa looking sad, and I wanted her to be happy because I was so happy that she liked me and gave me a violin. So I hugged her like Papa hugs Mama when she's crying because I'm a bad boy. Mama is sad a lot and I hoped Helena wouldn't be sad, and I wanted to try to be a good boy if Helena liked me.
I hugged her! And she did not run away! Oh, how good it is, to hug someone! You can't tell! But I... My Mama, my poor unhappy Mama never lets me hug her! She runs away and throws me my mask!
*sighs a little*
Typist disclaimer: Totally ripped the use of "sparkly" as an adjective for "ladies" off from the fic Rosy Hours, which is genius. Ladies are sparkly.
Also, I think I'm having way too much fun with this.
I had the most wonderful day today!
I woke up in the strange cavern again today and took a bath in the big lake. It was very very cold and it was still dark even though I think it was morning and I was a little bit scared. :\
I spent the day exploring, as I had said I would. Caves are fascinating! And it's not just a cave--there is a beautiful house in this cave. It is something out of a dream. One day, I shall live in a house like that! I drew a picture of it so I can remember it for later and build a house just like this.
Inside the house are so many wonderful things. There is an entire room that is covered in dead flowers. I can imagine what it must have looked like when all the flowers were alive! Think of it, a room sprouting flowers out of every side! There is a small bedroom, and the strange thing is--it looks to be furnished with Mama's furniture! The very same things Mama has at home, are in this house! It is very curious! And there is a room full of mirrors and a big iron tree, and the mirrors reflect off one another and make it look like a forest! It is wonderful! Oh, oh, and now I shall tell you about the best part of this house!
There is a grand room that is draped in lots of black fabric, with a coffin in the center. A coffin! It is a beautiful coffin, and it makes me shiver to look at it. I lay down in it for a little while and found it quite comfortable and cozy. I like how safe the walls feel right next to me, and the inside is very plush and soft. But the best part of the best room is... a magnificent, magnificent organ! *____* It fills up the whole wall and gives forth the most heavenly sound I have ever heard. I played for hours, but then my hands hurt from stretching to reach the keys, so I decided to explore some more.
Upon further analysis, I believe it is safe to conclude that my cavern is located under an opera house. I am not certain how to get out of the cavern and into the opera house, but when I stood in a certain place and held very still, I could hear music wafting down from high above. Sounded like Mozart! And he's my favorite! And he was a little boy when he wrote music, too!
In the evening, I went to the strange mansion and saw the strange people again. And the boy named Sherlock gave me cookies! And ice cream! I think Sherlock might be my friend, but I'm not certain. I like him, but I'm not sure how one knows if someone is one's friend. Would he have said something if he thought I was his friend? I don't know. I have never had a friend before!
Also, a sparkly lady talked to me all evening. She was sparkly and nice. SHE GAVE ME A VIOLIN! A real live violin! *gasps in awe* It is so beautiful. I wanted to scream, I was so happy! So I played one of my own compositions and she clapped! And so did Sherlock, and another sparkly lady. The other sparkly lady looked like a flower; she had sparkly green skin. She was pretty.
Anyway, the first sparkly lady's name was Helena, which is a pretty name. She said she didn't think I'm an abomination, and that I wasn't sent from Hell by Satan. And that's a lot more than Mama can say. I am not sure what to think about that. For one thing, if Helena is right, that means Mama is wrong. But if Mama is right, that means Helena is wrong. I want both of them to be right because I love Mama and I love Helena. Is it possible to be an abomination sent from Hell by Satan and also not be an abomination sent from Hell by Satan?
Hm.
I... I was brave tonight, with Madame Helena. She was sitting on the sofa looking sad, and I wanted her to be happy because I was so happy that she liked me and gave me a violin. So I hugged her like Papa hugs Mama when she's crying because I'm a bad boy. Mama is sad a lot and I hoped Helena wouldn't be sad, and I wanted to try to be a good boy if Helena liked me.
I hugged her! And she did not run away! Oh, how good it is, to hug someone! You can't tell! But I... My Mama, my poor unhappy Mama never lets me hug her! She runs away and throws me my mask!
*sighs a little*
Typist disclaimer: Totally ripped the use of "sparkly" as an adjective for "ladies" off from the fic Rosy Hours, which is genius. Ladies are sparkly.
Also, I think I'm having way too much fun with this.