A savior will be there
The life of the rich and imprisoned.
“Isis Aphrodite Ashley Isabella Eclaire!”
I rolled my eyes; she just had to use my full name.
I turned around to look at the maid.
“Yes ma’am” I said with the sweetest voice I could come up with.
“What are you reading child?” she took away the magazine I was reading. I sighed.
“What is this? Ker… kerra…kerag?” she was trying to pronounce the name. “Kerrang!” I said and took it back.
“What ugly people there are on it, why do you find that interesting? They are just low-lifes who can’t do anything so they make money on music!” she snorted.
“Is that all musicians or just the ones you don’t like?” I was very polite, always raised to be. Now I just used it against my nanny.
“What… I mean of course not… It’s just that… It’s not even music! It’s just a lot of screaming and… and noise!” She took the magazine and put it back in the holder.
The shopping center was filled with sounds; I kept attention to some of them. The loud young boys with their skateboards, the man in the hoodie who looked very suspicious. I couldn’t help it! I really wish I wasn’t so judgmental, but when you grow up being told that everybody wants to kidnap you, so they can get money from your dad, you get very aware.
My name is Isis. I’m daughter of a count which means we got A LOT of money! I live in a small country called Denmark. Sure Europe is amazing but when you live in the north in Scandinavia as I do, not so much!
The weather here is changing a lot you can never really tell the difference between spring and fall, and between spring and summer IF we are lucky we might have 5 whole days with very good weather, and we might get lucky to have snow AFTER Christmas… yay!
My house is… pretty big! It’s one of those houses people always stop in front of. Thinking for them self what a lucky and happy family lives there! Trust me, no family in that kind of houses are happy!
“OMG! Girl, is that Ray Ban? Can I borrow plz?” “WOW the new Gucci bag! Can I borrow?” “You are so lucky; you always get the most fashionable things!” “Can I borrow that dress you was wearing the other day?” and so on, people always think I’m so lucky because I can have anything I wants, that means almost everything. People always borrow things from me; I just never see them again. Not that
I care at all, all that stuff is gifts from my parents who never have time for me so they think: HEY materiel things can make up for us not caring and not having time for you!
Yeah right!
Yes, you clearly think of me as unthankful, but all I want is to be myself, to be with my parents and did I mention to be myself?
“What about this dress? For the cocktail party! It would be amazing on you!”
I sighed as my nanny was trying to find me a new dress for yet another puppet show.
“Can’t I wear one of those million dresses I already have? It’s such a waist to let them hang in the closet only used once” I tried just one more time to get some reason in that woman’s head.
“Oh no dear! You know you can’t be seen in the same clothes two times! What would the other guests not be thinking! And your parents would be very disappointed!” My nanny held the dress up in front of me.
“My parents haven’t even looked at me the last four parties; all they care about is how we look to the guest and the outside world.” Is what I would have said if I had a mind of my own, but no, I’m just yet another puppet in the Eclaire family.
After a long day of shopping we went home. Finally I could lock myself up in my room, open my closet (yes walk-in) and finally be in my own world. The world where I’m actually me!
Posters everywhere, most of them are of Black Veil Brides, my favorite band of all times! There are also All Time Low, Escape The Fate, Falling In Reverse and so on. This is my temple.
Despite all the money, the awesome clothes and my dream of a bed, I pretty much hate my life in this mansion, which I like to call the prison. My only escape is that little temple of mine, where I can put in my earplugs and listen to the most beautiful voices of all times. Let the drums take me away and let the guitar riffs give me chills. I love my little world, but unfortunately I can’t tell about to anyone in the house.
They would think of me as improper and send me off to some weird school in England to learn how to be a real lady. That happened to one of my older sisters; she came home two years ago and was a completely different human. She frightens me! Not only that nanny would be fired and I can’t take that it would be my fault for her to lose her job and her home for 19 years.
“A savior, will be there, when you are feeling alone, oh. A savior for all that you do, so you live freely without their harm!” I sing along as Andy Biersack’s voice is loud and clear in my ears.
I feel a hard poke on my shoulder as I look up to see a very angry Nanny, blabbering about something that I cannot hear because of the music.
I sink and turn of the music.
“Are you crazy? Have you gone mad? Are you completely stupid? Are you braindead? What on earth is all that!” She points at my posters in anger, disgust and contempt.
“It’s noting Nanny, I can explain… I… It’s just… “ more I don’t get to say before she is out of the door. I can hear her in the hallway. I get up trying to hide my private temple.
“Mr. Eclaire, Mr. Eclaire!” I can hear Nanny shouting in the hallway. I freak. I start putting boxes in front of my posters, suddenly I’m thankful for all those shoes nanny has bought for me.
I run out and jump to my bed in the second nanny and my dad enters my room.
“Good evening father, is anything wrong?” He looks at me with suspicion in his eyes.
“Nanny tells me you have something you are not allowed to in your closet.” He walks towards the closet, as I stop him as only I can.
“I’m sorry father, you are right… I’ve hidden something in there. I never thought anyone would find it! I’m sorry father; I just wanted to surprise you!”
He looked at me curious, “what do you mean surprise?”
“I’ve bought you a gift, I would have given it to you at the party, but nanny caught me wrapping it in, I’m sorry!” I looked down, only to odd at nanny and she said nothing.
“Well, then I will take the gift at the party. Don’t worry I will act as nothing has happened here” He winked at me and left the room.
I sigh of relief left my lips and I felt flat on my bed.
“If you do not wish to explain it to your father, then at least to the woman who has taken care of you all these 19 years of your life.” Nanny sat down beside me in my bed.
I took a deep breath.
I rolled my eyes; she just had to use my full name.
I turned around to look at the maid.
“Yes ma’am” I said with the sweetest voice I could come up with.
“What are you reading child?” she took away the magazine I was reading. I sighed.
“What is this? Ker… kerra…kerag?” she was trying to pronounce the name. “Kerrang!” I said and took it back.
“What ugly people there are on it, why do you find that interesting? They are just low-lifes who can’t do anything so they make money on music!” she snorted.
“Is that all musicians or just the ones you don’t like?” I was very polite, always raised to be. Now I just used it against my nanny.
“What… I mean of course not… It’s just that… It’s not even music! It’s just a lot of screaming and… and noise!” She took the magazine and put it back in the holder.
The shopping center was filled with sounds; I kept attention to some of them. The loud young boys with their skateboards, the man in the hoodie who looked very suspicious. I couldn’t help it! I really wish I wasn’t so judgmental, but when you grow up being told that everybody wants to kidnap you, so they can get money from your dad, you get very aware.
My name is Isis. I’m daughter of a count which means we got A LOT of money! I live in a small country called Denmark. Sure Europe is amazing but when you live in the north in Scandinavia as I do, not so much!
The weather here is changing a lot you can never really tell the difference between spring and fall, and between spring and summer IF we are lucky we might have 5 whole days with very good weather, and we might get lucky to have snow AFTER Christmas… yay!
My house is… pretty big! It’s one of those houses people always stop in front of. Thinking for them self what a lucky and happy family lives there! Trust me, no family in that kind of houses are happy!
“OMG! Girl, is that Ray Ban? Can I borrow plz?” “WOW the new Gucci bag! Can I borrow?” “You are so lucky; you always get the most fashionable things!” “Can I borrow that dress you was wearing the other day?” and so on, people always think I’m so lucky because I can have anything I wants, that means almost everything. People always borrow things from me; I just never see them again. Not that
I care at all, all that stuff is gifts from my parents who never have time for me so they think: HEY materiel things can make up for us not caring and not having time for you!
Yeah right!
Yes, you clearly think of me as unthankful, but all I want is to be myself, to be with my parents and did I mention to be myself?
“What about this dress? For the cocktail party! It would be amazing on you!”
I sighed as my nanny was trying to find me a new dress for yet another puppet show.
“Can’t I wear one of those million dresses I already have? It’s such a waist to let them hang in the closet only used once” I tried just one more time to get some reason in that woman’s head.
“Oh no dear! You know you can’t be seen in the same clothes two times! What would the other guests not be thinking! And your parents would be very disappointed!” My nanny held the dress up in front of me.
“My parents haven’t even looked at me the last four parties; all they care about is how we look to the guest and the outside world.” Is what I would have said if I had a mind of my own, but no, I’m just yet another puppet in the Eclaire family.
After a long day of shopping we went home. Finally I could lock myself up in my room, open my closet (yes walk-in) and finally be in my own world. The world where I’m actually me!
Posters everywhere, most of them are of Black Veil Brides, my favorite band of all times! There are also All Time Low, Escape The Fate, Falling In Reverse and so on. This is my temple.
Despite all the money, the awesome clothes and my dream of a bed, I pretty much hate my life in this mansion, which I like to call the prison. My only escape is that little temple of mine, where I can put in my earplugs and listen to the most beautiful voices of all times. Let the drums take me away and let the guitar riffs give me chills. I love my little world, but unfortunately I can’t tell about to anyone in the house.
They would think of me as improper and send me off to some weird school in England to learn how to be a real lady. That happened to one of my older sisters; she came home two years ago and was a completely different human. She frightens me! Not only that nanny would be fired and I can’t take that it would be my fault for her to lose her job and her home for 19 years.
“A savior, will be there, when you are feeling alone, oh. A savior for all that you do, so you live freely without their harm!” I sing along as Andy Biersack’s voice is loud and clear in my ears.
I feel a hard poke on my shoulder as I look up to see a very angry Nanny, blabbering about something that I cannot hear because of the music.
I sink and turn of the music.
“Are you crazy? Have you gone mad? Are you completely stupid? Are you braindead? What on earth is all that!” She points at my posters in anger, disgust and contempt.
“It’s noting Nanny, I can explain… I… It’s just… “ more I don’t get to say before she is out of the door. I can hear her in the hallway. I get up trying to hide my private temple.
“Mr. Eclaire, Mr. Eclaire!” I can hear Nanny shouting in the hallway. I freak. I start putting boxes in front of my posters, suddenly I’m thankful for all those shoes nanny has bought for me.
I run out and jump to my bed in the second nanny and my dad enters my room.
“Good evening father, is anything wrong?” He looks at me with suspicion in his eyes.
“Nanny tells me you have something you are not allowed to in your closet.” He walks towards the closet, as I stop him as only I can.
“I’m sorry father, you are right… I’ve hidden something in there. I never thought anyone would find it! I’m sorry father; I just wanted to surprise you!”
He looked at me curious, “what do you mean surprise?”
“I’ve bought you a gift, I would have given it to you at the party, but nanny caught me wrapping it in, I’m sorry!” I looked down, only to odd at nanny and she said nothing.
“Well, then I will take the gift at the party. Don’t worry I will act as nothing has happened here” He winked at me and left the room.
I sigh of relief left my lips and I felt flat on my bed.
“If you do not wish to explain it to your father, then at least to the woman who has taken care of you all these 19 years of your life.” Nanny sat down beside me in my bed.
I took a deep breath.
OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING HOLY CRAP WHEN CAN THERE BE MORE?! :D
2/16/14