No Regrets
I walked into the room with a smile on my face holding my little Eloise in my hand. She's so cute but so sad. I want her to be a happy little girl like I am. Mommy and Daddy should be able to fix her. When I got to the throne room my parents were talking with a tall man who wore colorful robes. All the colors of the rainbow were on it with pictures of the moon and the stars, then a cross at the center. I smiled at him then curtsied to my parents. They are the Queen and King of this land and I'm just the princess. It's only natural that I should show the proper respect for them.
"She's very beautiful. What is your name, little princess?" he man asked with a kind face. He had a graying hair and innocent features. Suddenly his ice blue eyes turned black and he began to shake. My mother pulled me to her pressing our gowns together as I stared at the man in shock. My poor sad Eloise fell to floor but no one paid attention to it; everyone had their eyes on the strange man before us. Suddenly he doubled over clutching his side while taking in deep breaths. His eyes were ice blue once more.
"You will die when you fall in love. He will ask for your hand then kill you but you will be happy together. It will be almost a joy for you when you die. He will have no regrets. Only you will know and understand his reasoning. This is when you turn 15." The prophet said in front of me. He hugged me to him lightly as I clutched the fabric of my soft white and pink dress. Lolita style fits me so well now with this new realization.
"Get out of here!" My father shouted at the man before us. I watched the older man cringe. He looked at me desperately but I could feel my eyes turn cold and emotionless. A maid with brown hair tied back in a sloppy pony-tail ran forward. She picked up my little Eloise and handed her to me. My mother pushed me toward the exit of the door.
"Go play with your little doll. This is grown up business." My father growled while my mother's eyes filled with tears. I stared at the two of them then left holding my little Eloise.
I walked into my soft pink room and sat down at my little stool in front of a make-up stand and mirror. I grabbed my purple brush and began to run it through my straight pink hair. I'm going to die by the hand of the one I love. I looked into my dark green eyes and tried to glare or do anything. Finally I looked at Eloise. She's the exact image of me… but…
"Show some emotion!" I shouted and picked up my glass doll. "You're so perfect but you show nothing! There's no happiness, sadness, or rage in your face!" I screamed and threw her against the wall. I looked down at my shattered doll against the far corner of the wall. The wall had small cuts along it from the glass but other than that there was no proof I had thrown it. I walked over to where she was laying, broken and expressionless on, the floor.
"I hate you." I said and then curled into a ball on the floor. I'm going to die. I only have nine years left. That's a long time to some people but it's not really. I will have just become an adult, that's still nothing! My fists were clenched tightly as I stared at the ground. Something ached in my wrists but I ignored the pain. That's the only thing I can do now.
When I finally stood up to go to bed, I stared straight into the glass blue eyes of the broken doll. Some water was on it but I couldn't think of anything. My body was air and my voice nonexistent. I'm dead anyway. A dead girl walking.
