Current mood:	apathetic
Current music:	This little piggy *Rasputina*

The dead Rat
Isabella walked through the door and held her head high. She loomed through the velvet carpeting and layed her leather gloves on top of the cherry wood table.
"My! Such filth! Get over here Julian!" cried Isbella. Julian, the house maid scrambled up to her Mistress.
"yes my mistress?"
"Did you dust the cabinets today? They're so filthy!"
"why.. yes my mistress" Julian looked down at the floor and backed away.
"I dont know why I even deal with you, Julian!" Isabella lifted her gown and walked away into her bedroom. She fell onto her bed and thought to herself silently for many hours. Finally, the weak and delicate lady lifted her hand up gently to touch her forehead.
She stared idly into the celling wall, tracing the patterns.
A sudden deep sense of sorrow fell upon her while she closed her eyes.
"My flower is dying" she mumbled softly to herself, as if it were a sound made the gentle wind. Isabella set up and got off her linen mattress, adored with silk pillow and velvet sheets. She felt slightly uncomfortable in her corset.
"I must have shifted my stomache up to my lungs." She walked to the fireplace. Unknowingly, she stepped back into a black rat. It's eyes looking up at her with an empty stare while blood began to drip through its eyes.
"oh my!" said Isabella while she quickly lifted her foot from the rat. She knelt down and stared at the dying rat, never moving her eyes away. She studied it in full detail: how it's body is shaped, it's front two teeth, the light glaze of wetness over it's nose, the small dent she made in it with her heel. She looked at the rat the rest of the night, depriving her body of the sleep she most needed. By morning, her eyes were bloodshot and dry.
Isbella picked up the dead rat, tossing it's body into her wooden chest.
"There we go! now, I must fix my dear face!" and she walked away from the rat corpse, leaving it in her bedroom chest.