I knew Rose my whole life; she was my best friend, her mother (my nanny) would joke that we may as well have been twins. We would spend all our time together her older brother Mark would join us but more often than not we would be allowed to roam free in the grounds of my home. We would play in far off imagery worlds. I would be a knight, a space cowboy or all-mighty wizard; she would be my princess, my showgirl or my witch counterpart. In the winter mouths when her mother forbade us from going out in the cruel cold for too long, we would sit in a warm room; Rose would write our summer adventures into her growing books of tales, while I would draw pictures to add very little to the tales she told, my pictures would be added in clumsy to her magic book. But like everyone else my childhood bliss had to end and my came much more abruptly than the average.
As you can most likely tell by now my family was very well off. We lived in a mansion of a home with particularly an army of servants. My father was a self-made man, he had started his first business at the age of ten after his father had left the family home. Slowly and surly he climbed the ladder, he made his fair share of enemies along his way. He was often portrayed as a cold man, but that was a lie he had a very loving heart when it came to my mother. My mother was a socialite, she was described by anyone I ever met as the most beautiful women they met, they said her blonde hair literally glowed like the sun and her eyes were as deep blue as the see, you know your standard description in these cases. My mother and father did not get married to until they were both almost forty, the reasoning behind it was my father did not want to seem to much like he was marrying into money, so he waited until he had more than enough ( forty million more) to provide her with the life she was used to. I am told their marriage was a happy one and that they longed for a child, that they used all the means and technology to give them a child.
And it worked after four years of trying , I was born and for one precious moment their life was complete. It then became clear that my mother was losing a lot of blood, and even with the very best doctors at their disposal, my mother died roughly 5 minutes and 22 seconds after I was born.
My father at that moment became cold, he had lost the only women he ever loved and yet he gained the son he always longed for. My father heard of a old family friend whose husband had died recently and had just given birth and already having a child was in desperate need of work. My father contacted her with the offer to become my nanny, the offer was that she and her two children would come and live at the house and she would raise me to his orders , in return she would receive a nominal fee, and on the termination of her contract she would receive a significant amount of money which she would never have to work again, naturally she accepted.
My father as I had already mentioned had become cold after my mother's death and while I cannot say he did not show me any affection , but he did show me very little. And that was just when he was there more often than not he was away on business, he was by now a incredibly wealthy man and though he had not remembered he had hurt a great many people along the way. One of these was a man by the name of David Davidson, he had be a small shop owner in a small village in Scotland, selling little tourist items, my father had built a factory nearby and though it had brought many jobs to the area it meant the end for David's business. Rather than risk his wife and children losing their home, he chose to take his life meaning they would not lose their home. He wife, Karen was overcome with grief, she looked for someone to blame and her mind brought it instantly to my father. What no one knew not David, not her children and certainly not my father was that Karen was part of a powerful witching family, though she chosen to turn her back away from magic the grief from her loss brought her back round.
She hatched her plan and made her way to our home on one of their winter nights when my father was not only home but was with me. He had asked for me to come a spend the evening looking over books of the business, I was only twelve at the time and though the looking over the books was very boring, I was more than happy to do it for it meant spending a few hours with my father. On that fateful night my father and I were looking over the spending of some factory or something, when this women appeared dressed in black with her eyes full of hate and sadness. My father jumped to try and get the security, but a force pulled him back.
"No we can't have them, coming and ruing it now can we. "She hissed. "You sir, ruined everything, your factory made my husband take my life and now I want something in return." Her eyes turned to me a scared twelve year old frozen in his spot. "You are a beast, and do you know what the apple never falls far from the tree. You know what that means your son is a Beast too."
And at that moment she raised her hand and flash of light came out a struck me, my body felt like it was on fire I heard my bones break, my skin itched as hair grew. She was changing me into a Beast. I blacked out. And that was the moment that my childhood ended.
The next thing I knew it was the morning I was still in my father's study he was sitting at his desk with stubble on his face suggesting he hadn't moved all night. I felt strange my head hurt, my whole body hurt. My father explained to me what had happened as if I could not remember. I looked down a my hands they weren't mine they were the hands of a monster; huge and covered in a dark brown fur. I let myself cry, though they sounded more like the roars of the beast I am. My father did not reach his arms to comfort me. He sat calmly outlining his plan for me. He had already fired all the staff bar Mrs Jacobs, the house keeper (a kind plump women in her mind fifties) and Peter (a young man in his mid-twenties who walked with the aid of a cane due to child hood accident), my tutor. They would both continue in their roles, though now Mrs Jacobs would also have to cook an prepare my meals. He explained that they had both already seen me and heard an explication of what happened. I was to stay in the grounds of the house at all times, and anything I wished for would be provided through him. I was to stay in his study until all everyone else had left. Till the he suggested I try walking around, because I had to get used to this body. So for several hours I did this unit Mrs Jacobs came in with a tray of sandwiches saying they were all gone but Rose and her family and that was because the girl was refusing to leave. She came in shortly saying it was safe, my father told me to go to my room, which I did.
When I got to my room I looked round I wanted to destroy, and I knew I could in my new body, which made me all the angrier but I didn't, instead I lay on my bed. I felt something underneath my pillow it was the story book me and Rose made. On the inside of the front cover was a short message of goodbye, that's why she refused to leave she wanted to say goodbye. And that's when it struck I would never see Rose again, it was like half of me had been stripped away. And there was nothing much left, Rose had always been the best of me.
After that for a while life just moved on I attended lessons with Peter ate meals prepared by Mrs Jacobs, but nothing much else. It was about a year after the cruse was laid upon me that the witch returned, she said she felt sorry for what she had done, she had been grief stricken when done it and on further examination she had realised it wasn't fair to punish me for my father's doing and even then she had discover her husband deaths had been the result of an affair he'd been having. She said she could not lift the spell but she could give me a loop hole, if I were to fall in love and they were to fall in love with me back then I would be returned to my natural form, a time limit had to be set for ten years later, she gave me a calendar to mark the days. And I began to hope again.
As time passed I came to the idea that even with this chance, it was never going to happen, but that no matter what I still had a life to lead. So I moved on I started drawing again, and read an awful lot, I was more than aware that beside Mrs Jacobs and Peter I was less than likely to see another person ever again (my father had gave up on visiting me in the first year, and now with the internet he barely had to email me). I wasn't happy, but I was living and at least I could say that. But I still dreamed of the girl with a name the same as a flower and was just as beautiful as one.
And one day she came back.
AN/ Hi this just stort of happened and I liked it. Can I please have some feedback. If you questions I will answer best I can.