Mental illness be hard.
Forgotten Friday #225 - Harley Poole
Who Is Harley Poole?
Art by ShinaichiVocaloid |
Seraphim was adorable to the older children when she was eight. They didn't think her hardheaded nature was annoying at all. So when she wanted proof that Mr. Elf wasn't just Miss Constance using doll shoes to make tracks in the flour, the older children helped her make a plan.
Mr. Elf only did his work when everyone was asleep so that no one would see him. So if Seraphim never slept, she could catch him! The others giggled along as they figured out ways to help Seraphim. He might be dangerous, they falsely asserted, so they helped her make a silly set of armor using tin foil and cardboard. (They knew that Mr. Elf had put it in the kitchen so that they could use it.)
Once Seraphim was appropriately armored, they sat her down in the hallway across from the archway into the kitchen so that she could see the counters where Mr. Elf made the footprints.
She stayed still to not alert Mr. Elf to her presence. There was no clock for her to look at, but she was being vigilant. Even though she was young, she had more resolve than anyone else. So she trained her eyes on the archway. But after hours, she heard something. It was soft and musical. She wasn't really allowed to listen to music, so the melody would be stuck in her head for years. She looked up, and there were glowing and glittering particles falling around her. She felt something nice - the kind of feeling when you cuddle up in bed and finally fall asleep. Before she knew it, the particles were falling onto her face. They were warm and smelled like her favorite flowers in the garden. Before she could think anymore, she fell asleep.
She yawned as she woke up in the morning. Her housemates were stifling giggles as they stood around her.
"Did you catch him?" Mable was the most fun. She always played asking without being judgmental.
Seraphim pouted as she shook her head.
"He caught you!" Mable giggled as she held a handheld mirror up to Seraphim's face.
Seraphim inspected the black writing on her cheek. It was the makeup that Miss Constance put on her eyes when she was going out into the world. Seraphim didn't actually know how to read, so she looked up at Mable to explain.
"It says 'can't catch me!'" Mable didn't laugh that time - she knew it would be mean to.
Seraphim furrowed her brow. This wasn't much proof of anything - anyone could have done it!
So the next night, she did it again. The powder fell down, so she slept. She tried again and again... There wasn't anything that actually made her believe it really was Mr. Elf. She eventually just came to accept that it had to be Mr. Elf and not anyone else writing on her face.
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