Chapter 2: Ch2: No meal like grannie’s.

I began hearing a muffled voice mixed with some coughing, calling my name. Followed by the harshness of a brief touch and the heavy pouring outside my room. All of it contributed to the return of my consciousness.

“Rain... Rain...”

I moaned in protest, finding a certain smell to penetrate my nose drills, causing my stomach to growl. My body was against me for a good reason. It needed food, and someone had brought it to me.

“I’ll be going now...” she whispered lowly enough for me to nod, rubbing my cheek on the wood.

The sound of a wooden bowl hitting the moldy irregular floor delivered the last bit of noise for my eyes to open.

Blurred vision gave way to it, and, like a demonic creature coming out of under the bed in the dark. I took it into my grasp by extending my arms and unfolding my knuckles.

The will to eat was no longer non-existent, for I knew very well of its side effects. I had been tricking myself far too long, refraining from biting something, anything, but it seemed I had reached my limit.

“It smells good grannie,” I whispered the best I could with my newly found strength, right before the sound of the door creaking and closing. The urge to eat had given my thin self some willingness.

Once I took a sip from the bowl, my stomach growled once more in satisfaction. The taste swam inside of me along with its warmth. The tenderness of the fish pieces mixed with bits of potatoes and onions made it very appealing. It also contained sliced pieces of red pepper. 

The island, for all I knew, was small, so we lacked a lot of things. But at least she knew how to make the best use of everything we could gather.

Like always, my grannie’s cooking was top-notch, enough to make an unwavering child like me submit to its fragrance and delicate taste.

It made me tear up, both from the way it burned the insides of my mouth and the way it tenderly warmed my inwards. These sensations gave way for her love to travel all the way to my stomach.

It was a benevolent trip, despite cursing me with each spoon I ingested. But it was either that or dying, and I wanted to live, to be able to do something with my life.

Be it as it may, there was a lot that I lacked, and even more that I wished to achieve.

‘To drown the trolls,’ slowly, I kept digging through the soup, fearful of our enemies, trembling from spoon to spoon.

I had put a lot of thought into how I could possibly get rid of them. Yet, there hadn’t been a single great idea. They were far bigger, slower, and dumber than us. However, they were smart enough not to fall into the river, sadly for us.

Life for the villagers would’ve been so much easier if they were just erased from our island.

“If only,” I whispered low enough for none to hear.

The sorrow was overwhelmingly strong for me. But I shared its burden with those who lived around me. They too suffered from the same and some had felt this emotional torture for far longer.

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It didn’t take long for me to finish my meal and carve for more, but eating another dose would’ve made me overthink about its consequences.

‘Rain’s not a glutton,’ faintly, I did a grin. An unsophisticated one that I would not want to show to anyone else. Shyness covered my very soul, and in return, my body became its veil, securing every piece in a deep darkness.

There was something about being an introvert that I just couldn’t let go of. Sure, it came with fewer friendships and extra loneliness. But it also became a shelter where I could nest upon and lay my egg-like thoughts and emotions.

As mere prey like the rest of us, living the way that made me the most comfortable felt like the righteous behaviour.

Unlike me, grannie knew everyone and spoke with them on a daily basis. She knew all their faces and names, and she’d come home and tell me about some of their deeds and conversations.

My room started to darken further. Despite the frequent rain during the daytime, a bit of sunlight passed by every so often, allowing us to use it for our fields.

‘I guess even the shaman doesn’t want us to starve,’ I rolled my eyes in disgust for even thinking about that manipulative monster. 

Quickly, I took a peek outside my hidden place, realising grannie was no longer around.

Through crawling, I got myself out, walking closer to my cracked wall.

“Hum...” mutter escaped my mouth as nothing peculiar happened outside. An old habit of mine, created from the daily fear of our enemy.

Not that they could cross the river without dying, but, even then, the death of my parents had scarred me very deeply.

‘Better safe than sorry,’ I told myself as if I needed to justify my own actions.

Took me no time to leave my shelter, aiming towards the kitchen for another serve. Now that I had taken a portion, I had the need for more.

I’d definitely come to regret it later. However, for the time being, my desire came first.

Once I finished gulping another serve down. I passed my hand softly on my lips, rubbing both against one another till no hints of soup remained.

Satisfied, the grumbling of my stomach began, a familiar turmoil that caused my legs to race to the bathroom. It was by no means anything abnormal, just a direct consequence of eating.

“Uh! Ah...” I relieved myself like I hadn’t in some days, sinking a missile far below the wooden stinky hole beneath my butt. 

The sound of it hitting the deepness, splashing and scattering in pieces. Ending up, joining the rest of its fallen kindred. All of this allowed for a satisfied grin to appear on my face.

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