A/N! This is my first ever fic! I hope you like it! Keep FLAGing!
I woke up in a pool of my owh blood. Its okay thogh. That's just something that happens to us here in The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls. Ive been here for a year now so I'm used to the tourture tat the evil doctors do to us.
My name is Feronia Ophelia Isolabella Nocturne I am eigteen years old. I have knee lenght NATURAL light purple hair which everyone says is my best quality even when it's all tangled like it is here. My skin is super pale, making me look like porcelin from not being in the sun ever and my eyes match my hair. They show the depths of my awful depression which is one of the reasons I was brought here. Also for trying to kill myself after my family tired to force me to marry this super ugly rich guy, Wilbert who I hat. They all called me crazy for not wanting to marry him instead of my lover who is a hawt artist, Axel. I miss his perfect black hair and smouldering green eyes
All of my asylum sisters were around me making sure I was alright when I woke up after being flung into the cell after passing out after blood letting with Doctor Lymer.
"Are you okay?" Veronica asked me as my eyes fluttered open "You look just dreadful"
"What did he do to you?" Another girl asked
"I'm alright. It's just another day here in the asylum"
It's going to get super intense in future chapters, I promise!