Disclaimer: I don't own Rule of Rose, if I did then I would make a sequel or prequel.
Memories… The human
remembrance of events from their past, either bad or good. I
have plenty of memories… Though I can't seem to
differentiate between those two words. Memories…and
nightmares. Nightmares… When a human is asleep they
sometimes have "dreams." Dreams can be defined as mental
images forged in the mind during sleep, which can either result in
the dream itself making sense or being utterly
nonsensical. Nightmares… A "bad" dream so to
speak, a dream where the mind focuses around something unpleasant in
which they fear or hate. I can't tell if my memories are
nightmares, or my nightmares or memories. Probably something
in between. I wasn't always an orphan.
I know
that for sure. Though, I'm really not sure if being an
orphan is different from what I was then. After all, my "home"
was nothing more than a festering dung pile. I remember it
clearly though…unfortunately.
Mother…I
guess she was the only one who I could ever consider family. Even
though most of the time we were distant. She was so calm,
soft, kind… Everything I wish I could be. Father…the
one person in my life I'll always hate. I hated him…I
continue to hate him. He was the worst possible creature this
world has ever spawned. Before Stray Dog that is, I'm not
sure if he can compare to that monster. Or if he IS that
monster…somehow I wouldn't be surprised if it was he. Father
always hurt me…in more ways than one. He always yelled at
me…always. He called me useless so many times…so many
times. His breath would always smell of beer or wine…it
didn't make much of a difference. And the times he used to
hurt me physically…I can still feel the bruises he left. And
the times…the times he used to touch me when mother wasn't
around. Those were the worst times. When he would touch
me… I still have nightmares from those times. One day
though…one day changed everything. Mother bought me
something… Something special… A red bird. A
pretty bird. I remember the first time I touched it…it
was…soft. Very soft. Its feathers gave me hope. That
somewhere out there…somewhere I could find my happiness. I
could grow my own wings…take flight to a new horizon. That
was…until Father killed it. I only had him for a week…just
one week. He broke its neck…I can still remember the
terrible noise I heard. That snap…that horrible bending
sound. I don't know why he did it…he had a smug look on
his face afterwards. That was the first time I ever cried…the
only time I ever cried. He crushed my hope. But somehow
or another, I kept my hope alive. I always kept the bird in
his cage from that day on…I still do. To me, it didn't
matter if it was dead or not. I just needed to see it…I
needed to have it continue to give me hope. The next day I
went to the market to get groceries…I took my cage with me. When
I returned…my house was in flames. I was too shocked to
panic…and perhaps to numb to do anything else. After the
fire had been put to rest by men with hoses, the fire was identified
to have started because my father left a still lit cigarette out on
the lawn. I could almost taste the irony.
I
didn't cry though…I think ever since Father killed my little
friend a part of me died too. When I went to the Red Rose
Orphanage everyone always looked down on me for being different then
them. Maybe it was because I carried around the birdcage
whilst my bird itself was dead. Maybe it was because they
didn't know me that well. Maybe it was just because they
didn't like me. I suppose it doesn't matter now. I
am Countess now after all. I remember when Diana and Megara
took my cage and my outfit; trying to incite rage or sorrow in me no
doubt. It didn't work. I had been numb from the day
that Father did what he did. I guess I truly died when
decided to tell me the truth. Even though numb, I
tried to hold my head high and keep my hope. I tried to hold
onto the belief that I could grow wings and fly away from my
misfortune. That's what I told anyway. He
told me I was a fool. A fool. I still remember the
sting I felt at those words. Fool. He told me to give
up such ambitions, that I was they were of no use to reality. That
in the real world, there is no happy ending. Everything ends
in death. I was no longer Eleanor from that day on…I think
Eleanor died that day. I've given up such foolish things
like emotions. I've given up hope and all it's false
promises. And I've given up the fool that was Eleanor. I
still carry my cage…as a reminder. A reminder of not to
repeat such foolish mistakes ever again. A reminder never to
be a fool. I only exist until I die…that is my fate. That's
the fate of everyone. I live alone… I die alone… I
am alone. Alone…and forgotten. FIN. True enough,
this story was dark, gloomy, depressing and just plain harsh at
times…but not everything in life is happy sparkle rainbow ponies
now is it? The reason I added so much angsty melancholy to
Eleanor's past is because she hardly if EVER talks in the game. She
is shown to be cold and downright emotionless, something not show in
any other of the children. I decided to give her a bit of a
less than desirable past…I think I did a good job. What with
having a wreck of a house, a mother she really never saw (except for
a few occasions), a drunk father who degraded, beat and sexually
abused her…yeah, all that stuff of a horrible childhood. I
REALLY would appreciate some reviews with this story and upcoming
others…I just ask that the people who view my work at least state
their opinion of it; not being the lazy type of crowd who doesn't
even give a single statement about it. Coming up with this
stuff isn't easy in the least…it's kinda hard. Okay
scratch that, it can be REALLY hard. Though I must admit I did
have a bit of fun with this fic (when I mean "fun" I mean delving
into Eleanor's persona, NOT making her childhood a living hell.) I
mean, how often have we seen Eleanor-centric oneshots/POV's in the
Rule of Rose fanfic section? I can't believe I'm honestly
the FIRST person to right an Eleanor centric fic for Rule of
Rose. Everyone else seems focused on Jennifer, Meg or
Diana…specially Diana. *Drools*
The
bodies of Mother and Father were found…what was left of them.
Not
that I have any problem with those fanfics, the two previous fanfics
I did regarding Rule of Rose regarded Megara and Diana in both
accounts…Jennifer was mentioned in only one. I think we need
a bit more diversity for Rule of Rose…not saying anyone is
forbidden from writing else. I'm just saying, what about all
the other great characters from Rule of Rose? Gregory AKA
Stray Dog? (Pretty much the name that made even Diana's trousers
turn brown? EVERYONE feared him!) Joshua? (Even though unseen,
he was nevertheless an important character. The game mentions pretty
much throughout the entire story.) ? (Even though he
is a sick, semi-demented, twisted old pervert I haven't seen a
single fanfic so far regarding him directly. Same goes from Stray Dog
and Joshua.) Amanda? (Sure she was one HELL of a CREEPY child,
but she gets about as much attention as the section for Rule of Rose
itself does! Which is basically, just about nothing. No offense to
anyone else who's written Rule of Rose fanfics.) Wendy? (For
being the seemingly innocent yet demented little sicko who anyone who
has played the game wants to kill, she has gotten ZERO attention. For
being the MAIN antagonist of the game (contrary with Stray Dog)
shouldn't she get a few fics relating to her? I also feel a bit of
WendyxJennifer is in order, that it pretty much stated clearly in the
game they had a thing for each other when they younger.) Clara?
(For being one BITCH of a boss fight in the game, no fics have been
directed at her either. What the hell?) So anyway, that's
about it for under appreciated characters. Anyway, thank you
all for your time and PLEASE review. Pretty please? Sincerely
signed,
Bardock92