Beauty and the Beast
Yes
Kenna POV
The whole house was huge. It was dark and gothic, silk curtains hung in shreds on the windows. I missed Borden and Jordan. I would never see them again. There was a big bed centered on the back wall. One small window looked out into a long forgotten garden. I sighed and laced the shredded curtains over as much as I could. If I could change one thing it would be getting new curtains.
I sat on the bed and a huge smoke of dust billowed up from the sheets. I coughed and stood off of the bed. I opened the small window to let the dust out. When the air had cleared I took the top sheet and pillow off and shook them by the window. I placed them back on the bed and sat back down. Everything was covered in layers of dust in here.
When the dust had settled onto the floor or the walls I started to think. Magic was real, and it was here in this castle. Was one of them responsible for the green light that led me away from their home? And how did fire appear in that man’s hands? And where did Borden go?! Too many questions swirled in my head.
Surprisingly the most important question to me was, why Andy was so nice. The others seemed either neutral or down right evil. But Andy seemed genuine, yet rough. It reminded me of the way Grant acts toward Jorden. I hated Grant. So I would hate Andy too.
I laid my head down on the pillow after I had taken my boots of and set them by the bed. My whole life was doing chores for my scum bag of a brother. Now the rest of my life will be dedicated to making a debt that wasn’t mine to owe.
I turned on to my side and let a few tears lose. I refused to wipe my face. I let the tears sit, causing more and more to flow. The silk pillow was soon soaked. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to go home. To wake up and all of this be a dream. Stupid girl, wishing for something more than that wretched life. I stumbled upon something that would make me want my abusive brother back in my life, for everything to be normal.
I took a hold of my side, a small bruise still remained. Yellowed and fading, but it still hurt. I sighed and turned to the other side, staring out the small window. The last thought in my mind of Borden asking me one more time.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
The whole house was huge. It was dark and gothic, silk curtains hung in shreds on the windows. I missed Borden and Jordan. I would never see them again. There was a big bed centered on the back wall. One small window looked out into a long forgotten garden. I sighed and laced the shredded curtains over as much as I could. If I could change one thing it would be getting new curtains.
I sat on the bed and a huge smoke of dust billowed up from the sheets. I coughed and stood off of the bed. I opened the small window to let the dust out. When the air had cleared I took the top sheet and pillow off and shook them by the window. I placed them back on the bed and sat back down. Everything was covered in layers of dust in here.
When the dust had settled onto the floor or the walls I started to think. Magic was real, and it was here in this castle. Was one of them responsible for the green light that led me away from their home? And how did fire appear in that man’s hands? And where did Borden go?! Too many questions swirled in my head.
Surprisingly the most important question to me was, why Andy was so nice. The others seemed either neutral or down right evil. But Andy seemed genuine, yet rough. It reminded me of the way Grant acts toward Jorden. I hated Grant. So I would hate Andy too.
I laid my head down on the pillow after I had taken my boots of and set them by the bed. My whole life was doing chores for my scum bag of a brother. Now the rest of my life will be dedicated to making a debt that wasn’t mine to owe.
I turned on to my side and let a few tears lose. I refused to wipe my face. I let the tears sit, causing more and more to flow. The silk pillow was soon soaked. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to go home. To wake up and all of this be a dream. Stupid girl, wishing for something more than that wretched life. I stumbled upon something that would make me want my abusive brother back in my life, for everything to be normal.
I took a hold of my side, a small bruise still remained. Yellowed and fading, but it still hurt. I sighed and turned to the other side, staring out the small window. The last thought in my mind of Borden asking me one more time.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
Notes
So I switched it to first person. No one gets a vote! Muahahahaha
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More updates will be on my new account! Very sorry for this =[
3/4/15