Innocence
An 'overgrown bat' that's what they call me. As if I don't know that they despise, I despise them. Everyday we must torture ourselves. In some ways they too pay for my crimes. I am a prisoner in the castles' dungeons. I must stay here until I die.
The students look at me as though it is my life's goal to make them miserable. That I gave up all semblance of a happy life to make them survive this gauntlet of a class. I didn't, but they wouldn't believe me. Although I detest every last one of them, there is one that I have found to be the innocent.
Innocence is what I have been forever cursed from achieving. No matter if I live and die a thousand times it will be just far away from my grasp, like a beacon a hundred miles away in the middle of the ocean, and yet I cannot swim. I will continue to struggle for innocence until it essentially kills me.
The innocent is a girl. Well, maybe more of a young woman. She is seventeen and barely old enough to attract my attentions. Is she the most beautiful woman in the world? Is she the smartest? No, although she is rather bright and has a lovely angelic face, she has one quality that no one has ever displayed in my presence. She is not afraid. She does not cower that this devil of a man. The devil has fallen for an angel. Could I rise up to reach her in heaven, I think not. No, I must gaze at her on the time I have on earth. Although, I will never forget the way she looked at my face without the usually cringe, or look of complete hatred. I saw compassion, and although I do not recognize the gaze, kindness. I hope when I die I will see this angel's face for a few brief moments, before I plunge into to hell.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic. I am really nervous because my English teacher says I am a terrible writer. I hope you will all read & review.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Thanks, Anastasia