I apologise now for spelling or grammar mistakes. This is my first time on the site.
My playlist:
P!nk- sober
Three days Grace- some one who cares
Three days Grace- World so cold
Papa Roach- Leader of the Broken hearts
The gypsy girl wandered aimlessly into the crowd of people, clutching her side as the sticky, warm liquid slipped through her fingers. No one noticed as small red droplets ran down her fingers and dripped onto the cobbles. Jessamine made it to some steps and looked up; blinded by the sun she covered her pale blue eyes to stare at the building in front of her.
"Notre Dame." The ghost like whisper passed through her lips and drifted in the air for a few seconds then vanished. Jessamine felt her heavy eyes flicker shut and let her exhaustion take over as she fell into the abyss.
Clopin ruffled the young child's hair and watched as the group in front of him ran back to their mothers. As he walked back to the other gypsies a young boy ran over to him and tugged on his tunic. Clopin knelt down to listen to the shy boy's whisper. He listened intently only making the words 'girl, steps and bleeding' the boy ran off and Clopin looked around to find out what the boy was trying to say, he soon found out and with the other gypsies walked to the bleeding figure on the steps.
Jessamine's eyes fluttered open as she came to grips the brightness and colour of the tent she was in. She cried out in shock as she realised this was not the steps outside the cathedral. She tried to stand but her legs collapsed beneath her. She tried to stand again, this time crashing into a metal candle holder. Hearing noises outside she slipped through the back of the tent and moved into a clumsy ran. She glanced around at the colourfully dressed people, laughing and dancing outside of the many tents, all were gypsies like her. Jessamine hadn't realised she had stopped until a hand fell lightly on her shoulder, she flinched and turned round quickly, drawing her dagger from her belt. She looked at the person the hand belonged to and blinked in surprise. "Who are you? And why am I here?"
Clopin moved back slightly as the dagger came nearer to him. "You are very lucky we found you. That wound was infected and could have killed you." he said calmly looking at the girl. Her eyes were wild like a trapped animal and her movement wary. "We will not hurt you, you are safe."
"I haven't been safe for nine years." The girl said calming a little. "Who are you?"
Clopin tilted his head slightly but answered her question. "I am Clopin the leader of the gypsies and this is the court of miracles."
The girl backed away again. "You're going to kill me. I was told about this place. No one comes out alive. Why did you bring me here if you are going to kill me?!" she snapped.
"We are not going to kill you. You were invited here as my guest." Clopin said coolly still trying to gain her confidence. "Can I know my guest's name?" He smiled charmingly.
"Jessamine." She said quietly, putting the dagger back into her belt. She looked up at Clopin, he had a roguish charm and handsomeness to him but he was still a gypsy and she didn't trust them at the best of times, she was one herself so she knew what they were capable of.