Chapter 1
My name is Alianna Shields. My story is a very long one; however it was short for me. Life moves by so quickly, one moment you're four years old watching your favorite child show. You blink and you're now an adult stuck believing your vivid dreams are real. Or are they?
The world I would fall into felt so real. The trees, grass, and the stench of fish clinging to the air by the cliff all felt real. The wind blew so soft on some days, others it felt like I was going to fly away. The water felt real, how it smelt, and the sound of it clashing against the rocks below.
Next to the water was a beach. White sand mixed with creatures of the water. Some sticks and wood lay along the beach as well.
The people of this world, they were generous but some were not so much. They would turn their head away from the poor. All but one man and his name was Ross Poldark.
My story involves a man, tall, kind, and needless to say handsome. He took care of me when I fell into his world. He was so generous and very protective of me.
My heart was no match for him. I wouldn't say I instantly fell in love with Ross, but I can say that it was possible I didn't know my feelings for him. My love for him grew strong and powerful, nothing he did changed it. My heart belonged to him. It still does.
How my story begins is when I was only fourteen years of age. My mother burnt to death in a house fire. I tried but could not do anything. No one would let me save her and I had to watch her perish.
They found my mother's burnt corpse under charred and burnt wood. Even if they would have found her when the fire was going, they wouldn't have been able to save her. Her bones were broken; she was paralyzed from the building falling on to her.
A year later, I was now fifteen. It had been the first anniversary of my mother's death. I now lived with just my father. He took the incident hard. Every time he looked at me he saw my mother. It had gotten to the point where I had to never look at him. If I had to speak to him, it would be through another room.
On the anniversary of my mother dying, my father took his life. A bullet shot through his skull and out the other side, killing him painlessly and instantly. I was fortunate to have not saw it. I was, however, unfortunate to find his body.
My uncle and aunt took me in. They were on my mother's side of the family. I lived with them for about five years before I met someone.
I knew it wasn't pure love I had for him. I guess you can say I used him to get away. Yes, I did love him, but only as someone who I care for.
I lived with him close to a year before he couldn't handle it anymore. He wanted a relationship, not a friendship. I wouldn't give in to his sexual desires. I had no interest in that. I lied and told him I was saving myself for marriage. He believed that for a little while.
He left soon after he found another woman. I was hurt, but not heartbroken. I lived on my own, in a one bedroom apartment. It was cozy and to me it was home. I had my own furniture, thanks to my family for helping me.
As for my job, I worked part time at two jobs. One was at a library and the other job I had was being a waitress. I enjoyed them both to a certain extent.
One day I had a horrible headache. I called in sick from my waitress job and stayed home. I was drinking some chocolate milk while watching TV. I was curled up in a blanket on my couch, sitting very comfortably.
Slowly my eyes started to close, due from being very heavy. I could hear my cat meow at me, pawing at my hand. As the world started to fade into darkness, my last thoughts were nothing but wishing to be happy.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my first chapter of my Poldark story! I do apologize for it being short. I'm very nervous about writing this. I am worried people won't like it and I would be forced to stop. However, if you would like to give me your opinion on my story, please message me or leave a review. Thank you!