Can they hear it? Of course they can Bess, they'd be deaf not to. Right? This was never meant to happen. He was always just, so careful. And now… and now the soldiers are here, waiting. He will come, he will. I can still hear those words. Those taunting, charming words.
I will do it. I'm going to have to. After all that struggling, I cant watch him die knowing I could have prevented it. Wait, are they starting to move? Hurry Bess, this is no time to be scared. This is inevitable, and you know it. This was always the way it would end. Or something along these lines anyway. Now, come on, one more step. A few more last breathes. One more last look. One more last look upon that silky brown hair. One more last look into those wicked green eyes. Those eyes that always know how to look right through me and my confident sham.
I always knew. Of course I knew. I knew what he was from the moment I met him. I was just about to… escape. Escape from my comfortable life and disappear into the big bad world. I would learn to fend for myself, be judged for who I am and not who my father is. I wasn't a plaything and I knew that. If only I had escaped sooner. But then, I wouldn't have met him. When we met, I was mid-way out the window, he was letting his horse stop for a drink. He looked right at me, green met black. He barley knew me, but he knew so much about me. "the world is too ugly for a beauty like you" that's what he whispered. He whispered like he cares. He still does. Or he did.
Did you hear that Bess? Yes, that Bess. You know, one more creak and he is a dead man. You know that so well. But I'm scared. I'm so so scared. But I'm in love. Yes in love But I'm scared. But that doesn't matter now. I'm doing this for him.
Lord, forgive me.
Excuse the tragic ending, but this is my inner monologue for Bess at the time when she is just about to sacrifice herself for school. Personally I quite liked it so I thought I would post it on here for you all. Happy Sundays everyone :)
-Phoebe