CHAPTER 5 **Almost like ‘Matilda’!**

Several days later, Sahara was

still in her hiding spot. Actually, Sahara quite liked it there…Yeah, I

know, she’s weird. All alone and nobody even knows, but she was a bit of

a hermit or loner, or both, in her previous life.

The place was warm, and the garbage wasn’t too bad, probably because

it was constantly emptied. Sahara was eating more now, well more than

she was before! It comes as no surprise though if you really think about

it, as she does currently live in a kitchen…

What was different though, was that she was now onto solids, where

she hadn’t had solids yet in this life. It was a bonus though, because

just after two meals, she felt great, well better than she had in ages!

Sadly, she had to extend quite an amount of effort to get food, and

the other downside was…She was pretty filthy. Sahara knew that if she

stayed much longer, she would be found out or she’d get sick. She seemed

to also have a strange problem of accepting herself as dirty, since she

was in the kitchen. In her previous life she knew about bacteria and

washing hands all the time when it came to food. For a baby, and doing

everything herself, she wasn’t too bad but still, for a baby living in a

kitchen, she was probably going to be a ‘health issue’ for the ‘health

department’.

‘I’m sorry, I’m going to have to close you down, the dirty toddler is a health hazard!’

Her wounds hadn’t completely healed, and she was really worried about

one of them, as it looked like it was starting to fester. It had been a

small area on the heel of her foot, and she knew that if she let it go,

without medical attention, it would only get worse. The only thing she

could think of to do, was to attempt to burn the fester off of her foot.

It wasn’t like she had a surgical doctor, or even a normal doctor,

close by. It wasn’t like she could just look up what she could do

either…It would have been nice but…She just had nothing!

She had tried putting in some green muck on it, because well, isn’t

that alright? It could have made it worse though, actually…But yeah,

maybe she used the wrong herb, or it did absolutely nothing, what she

knows is that she has tried some ideas, with limited knowledge and

utensils, and burning herself was just the next idea…I mean, isn’t that

what they did in movies?

Sahara might have watched too many movies, but I really don’t suggest that people try this at home!

Sahara looked around but couldn’t find anything to help her with this

‘next plan of action’, so the next option was to look into the garbage

container. She didn’t particularly know what she had found, but it

seemed like it was small enough and could reach to a hot temperature. To

the best of her ability, she cleaned the small area and then waited for

the fire to heat up the end of what she had found. It wasn’t like a

poker, yet it wasn’t just a stick either…It did give her enough

curiosity to ponder over it while waiting…

This is ganna hurt…This is…Ganna hurt so bad! Maybe I should find another way. What if this is wrong?

Sahara had the second thoughts but knew that she was only stopping

herself so that she wouldn’t feel the pain. If she didn’t do this, then

what else would she do? What could she do? She’d already been pondering

over this for a while but had thought of nothing else yet!

Maybe I should go out there when the bin gets removed and wait for someone to find me, then they could fix this problem!

…Yet, she found problems with that ‘solution’. What if who finds her

wants nothing to do with her, or actually does do something with her but

it isn’t anything helpful?

I have no choice!

Giving herself no more time to ponder, Sahara just did it…

Having burned the skin off, that had festered, with trembling hands

and cloth to bite on in her mouth, she had looked at her poor, little

foot in dismay. It had really hurt!

For a whole minute, Sahara could not do anything as she tried to quietly deal with the lingering pain…

Finally, after that, she checked it every day and kept it as clean as

she could…She really didn’t want to do that again! For future

reference, if this doesn’t come up, yes there is a scar that is left

behind…

Funnily enough, the kitchen people were quite chatty, which helped

Sahara overcome the lingering pain over burning her foot and taking it

easy for a while. Sahara was able to learn a few more things that helped

entertain her days. Even though she heard about her own disappearance,

she still believed it to be entertainment. They had spent little time to

search for her and no one was investigated to get any answers. Even the

nanny and maid servants from her ‘house’ weren’t punished for not

watching her. It truly came across as though they had a legitimate

reason to be rid of Sahara completely and even didn’t want to put in the

effort to close the case. It did annoy her though that it seemed that

it was a ‘hushed’ subject. It wasn’t ‘hushed’ in the household, but

‘hushed’ for outside of the residence…It seemed that Sahara had become a

skeleton inside of a closet…Almost like a ghost.

Hell, they didn’t even tell the authorities of my missing

body…Wouldn’t it be funny if I pretended to haunt the estate!? That…That

sounds like fun…Since this place doesn’t seem to have movies…Or a TV. I

can become my own director and the new stage can be this place!

Sahara was pretty certain that she had at least more knowledge of

scary someone more than anyone else here, simply because she had seen

movies before!

To any of this, Sahara didn’t take much offense. She did worry a tiny

bit, but that was only because her body was so young and pitiful. She

honestly wanted to get rid of them as her family as well, just as they

are getting rid of her.

Since she found that she was being ignored and neglected, she knew

that she would have to leave one day, just, Sahara had thought that she

had a bit more time on her hands…You know…So that she could grow up a

bit…

Another thing that the kitchen staff chatted about, that helped

Sahara understand more of…Was how they counted their days here. It

wasn’t like Earth, where we were BC then AD.

The days were slightly smaller here, whether it was because the

planet was small or that it was going faster than Earth, Sahara couldn’t

tell but it meant that the days went quicker.

They didn’t have weeks, they just had a letter of the alphabet and

numbers, like N:35. Sahara thought it was quite strange and it really

did take a while for her to understand this new world’s way of keeping

track of how old you really were!

It seemed that the years that go by went about 100 days earlier then

usual and that cultivation somehow made people grow up slightly quicker,

but people also were an adult longer than the average human on Earth.

What confused the hell out of Sahara is that there were two

timelines. One was to state since the last Golden Emperor had come to

power, which isn’t widely known here in Green Haven. No, Green Haven

went by their own timeline, which is by what a prior Green Haven Emperor

had wanted quite some time ago. They were both an alphabet and numbers,

but they were both very different!

N:35 was the timeline that Sahara didn’t understand yet, because she

hadn’t been told anything about the Golden Emperor, but the timeline

that was used most was, C:12. The planet had already gone around the

sun, so a whole year had passed yet…C:12 had not changed…Which meant

that the timeline was not done by how many times the planet evolved

around the sun…No, it was something else…

Considering that the timelines confused the hell out of Sahara, there

isn’t many of those in this book, as she keeps to Earth time, simply

because…It’s easier…

I wish I could state that she keeps to Earth time for the readers but

no, it’s not that at all. We can’t keep stating that ‘this’ happened in

C:12 and ‘this’ happened in C:12, you might just get confused!

So…Even though Sahara starts late, she starts counting and keeping an

eye of the days and all, and she finds a way to have her ‘own

timeline’…

So…What you just read…Forget it…

Haha, I’m getting good at wasting other people’s time! Hang on, that’s mean…Have I become…A bully?

Forgive me…

…Hang on, why should I ask for forgiveness!? It’s not like I force

people to read this, you know, by grabbing their head and telling them

to look at a screen!

*The author has once again muted the narrator*

Then…There was finally news that helped Sahara out tremendously!

There was something inside of the kitchen that could also help keep her cleaner!

How awesome! Now I can make the kitchen my permanent residence…At least for now.

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Just like this, an entire year went by, making Sahara closer to about

two years old. Of course, in Earth years, she would be a little less,

but for this planet, she was now ‘two’.

She ate leftovers, sometimes stealing real meals. Sahara didn’t steal

full meals often though, because she didn’t want to be found out. The

strange thing about the kitchen, it did get cleaned, but they only

cleaned where she was hiding once every month. During that time, they

would take the garbage out and Sahara would leave, so they can clean it

for her. It was almost like she had a hotel room. When she returned from

her ‘outing’ her ‘room’ was nice and clean!

Then, she would have to get back in there before they replaced the

cleaned and now empty garbage container. Sahara had nearly gotten caught

once, but she got a quick understanding of their routines and made sure

to stay aware.

An advantage that Sahara did receive, was that of getting to know

about olden day cooking. Since she hadn’t much to do, she listened and

smelled the food cooking and seemed to learn a few things about cooking

and ingredients…Some ingredients seemed to have different names to that

on Earth, but Sahara just tried to blank out what she already knew, or

put it to the side, just so that she could receive this information

whole heartedly. You never know, cooking a meal, and using the

information she obtained here, might save her life! Actually, she was

never good at cooking in her previous life…Perhaps having a new life

with new hands might change that!

Even if I look towards the future, no, I don’t think cooking saves

her life and she continues to not be very good at it…But if Sahara is

just trying to be positive, I’m not ganna be the one to burst her

bubble!

Sahara would also constantly use the method a kitchen maid had

‘said’, to clean herself. Actually, that was one of the easiest things

that she had to do! A certain steam would come off one of the items that

they would cook, and all she had to do was remove her clothes and sweat

a bit. It wasn’t like a sauna, it was like…The other one…

Sahara couldn’t seem to remember the name of the steam room…

Being able to leave once in a while, Sahara had a few spares of clean

clothes that she would use to dry herself with afterwards. They weren’t

clothes specifically made for her, nor where they that of a child who

was born of the man of the house, like she was…No, they were servants’

clothes. She wasn’t the only one having troubles in this estate it seems

and she had been able to take these clothes from someone who had died.

It was gruesome and something that a little kid shouldn’t have to do

but Sahara had to survive and taking the clothes was helping her do

that…Perhaps for someone who had never seen a died body before may have

never even thought of taking the clothes but…It wasn’t Sahara’s first

time of seeing someone dead…And yes, you’ll find out later upon a past

that Sahara is trying not to think about!

When it came to her ‘deeds’, Sahara struggled, but most of it went

into the fire or garbage. It was quite tragic how she had to deal with

something that happened so often, but she wasn’t ready yet to show

herself or go elsewhere. What helped her, was that on the rare occasion,

she would exert extra effort in placing some of her ‘deeds’ into the

food that would be cooking close by her, in a small type of revenge. She

had to be very careful and could only do it when there was no lid on

the cook pot!

By this time, Sahara could walk, and easily could take things out of

the garbage container, because she had grown…And when the garbage

container is taken away, she takes that chance to wander around and

stretch her legs…It became a routine, and she continues to endure…She

had become, the real Matilda, where she was so young yet doing

everything herself! Well, that’s what Sahara thought but…She is closer

to the real Matilda then she even thinks!

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