Don't Make It So

- Prologue -

Her body jolts up in fright as the storm flash and thundered viciously. Sweat trailed down her forehead before she wiped it off with her sleeve. Gulping to herself, she began her mantra as she rubbed her marked wrist to calm her down.

Amanda. Amanda. A man da. A man duh. A man huh.

Taking another deep breath, she laid herself to bed once again, ears drifting out to the howling winds as the trees twitch and groan in agitation, bending and twisting in ways it usually can't until this freak of a storm appeared.

It was almost as if she could hear the screams of the bark as it was pushed further and further with each blow.

A pillow a tad too stiff, mattress lumpier than normal, and a dusty blanket with various moth holes in it. Even with or without these, she still couldn't find a way to drift off. Fingers running through her short hair, she sighed in realization that the noise would be the thing that kept her up. It was useless, may as well get up earlier than usual.

Or maybe it was something else... Not that she was ever going to admit it. After all, excuses were her forte.

A yawn, a stretch, and the routine of rubbing her eyes. No matter where she was, everything is still the same.

She was still the confused girl as before and still mistreated as the same. Though shackles and chains of her previous life no longer held her, they gave her even more questions that have yet to be answered.

It was never broken, she was still tied to her home.

Feelings of sorrows spread through her like wildfire. A dark chuckle left her lips as she exit her hut. What a great way to start the morning... with nothing but conflicted feelings and unanswered questions.

That and perhaps the harsh signs of a thunderstorm slapping her face awake as she approached outside. But never mind that, she was all too use to the blood curling winds cutting her face, leaving her dry and withered out.

She was always tired and withered out, from her past to present. Anyone who knew her would say that, even if that moment is brief. To many she was always in a disguised. To those who knew her briefly, she was Adam, the quiet man who looks out to sea with wishful eyes. To the people who once owned and controlled her, she was Amanda, the girl who felt everything and knew nothing.

Once known as the mayor's strange daughter, now a brain dead toy to ruthless pirates.

She experienced things some wouldn't understand and frown upon at. Yet with everything that happened to her, why couldn't she figure out the only question she wanted to know?

Dear God, why did you trap me in a woman's body?

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The thread was unwinding and rewinding again, maybe this time there won't be any tangles.


A/N: Hope you guys enjoy the prologue.