Every time she opened her mouth her mother would give her a look as if to say 'Don't say anything stupid.
Her mother had this gift; no matter the situation she could always make her feel insignificant and stupid.
In her notebook, she wrote how she felt bitterly.
I felt empty.
Many people often say this but don't mean it.
My stomach has no food in it but I▓m not hungry.
Watery residue of mascara is still on my face, yet my face feels unnaturally clean.
My eyes are watery but dry at the same time.
I feel nothing.
Someone could probably punch me and I will still have this expressionless expression on.
It's not depression it's more acceptance that I▓m always going to have nothing.
Nothing to look forward to.
Nothing to feel good about.
Nothing.
Looking in the mirror I see vacant eyes.
I feel invisible as if I weight nothing and could quickly go unnoticed which is already true.
Nobody ever cared and was never going to.
Pulling her covers over her head she cried quietly knowing no one would ever notice.
Her mother came in and gave her a kiss and didn't notice but then that would require her to actually look at her face.
Taking off her skirt she blasted the music and reflected on the day's events.
"A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses."
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Soon her mother would make her marry some pureblood bastard who wouldn't give a damn about her.
The best part was that no matter what she would do, it would happen.
A loveless marriage and eventually evil spawns to make the purchase of her as a wife complete.
How whipped are those guys to have to be brain washed into marrying her?
She had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, pale skin and was about 5ft 7in.
Probably not too bad to look at, she just wasn't like anyone else.
She never pretended to be something she wasn't or try to act like everyone else.
Her mother▓s fake laughter rang in her ears like an alarm clock slowly getting louder and louder. She couldn't take it she pulled down the covers she put her robes on and pulled her black hood down to her eye level.
Then she proceeded to climb out the window.
Knowing no one would notice for awhile.
Walking to the peak she watched the water fall as she rested her head on the grass.
Vaguely she heard her mother calling her in the distance.
Grunting in protest she rose for a reason unknown to herself.
'What was the point?' She thought hopelessly.
Walking up the steps she saw a young man around her age standing at the door.
"Where is she?" She asked eyeing him wearingly.
The stranger merely stared at her with curiosity.
"What are you looking at? Never seen a girl before?"
"Okay then" she muttered quickly peeking her head in the house.
Her mother was not in the kitchen.
He had dark hair with intense grey eyes.
"What a waste of time" She groaned then began walking down the stone steps.
He followed.
Any girl would have screamed stalker and ran away instantly but she really didn't care.
The boy sat next to her and studied her.
"Yes you have made the amazing discovery I do have breasts" She told him bluntly yet sarcastically.
He smiled in a taken aback way.
He had not said anything or even gesture towards that ...area yet she assumed.
Leaning back she closed her eyes and let the sun soak her in.
"What's your name"
"None of your damn business" She responded putting her hood down and a pair of sunglasses over her eyes.
"You have no idea who I am do you"
"Nope and I really don't care"
"Are you Lavinia"
"Good one" She laughed amusedly.
"Then are you Robin"
"Nope guess again and you get double jepordary slick"
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Getting up she hiked up the stone steps towards the house.
"Then you must be Helena"
She turned and smiled.
"Whoa that's amazing!" she retorted turning and continuing walking up the hill.
"I wouldn't go up their"
"And why not"
"Cause your mother has 3 pureblooded suitors in their awaiting your presence"
She swore and snuck over to the window and looked through the window.
Sure enough their were three snotty strapping young gentlemen in her dining room.
"Shit"
"Told you"
"Doesn't mean I want to believe you"
"What so wrong with three men wanting to court you?"
She slid down the wall exhaustedly.
"Court me? Okay they want to buy me like property and my mother's the seller. They have no interest in me they just see me as a trophy they wish to acquire. I am nothing to them and yet I am supposed to marry them and bare their children because my body and my future doesn't affect me. Court implies they have feelings for me. I bet you five gallons none of them would ever look at me as any other than a good investment." She told him scornfully.
"Not a fan of arranged marriage"
"You▓re a boy you wouldn't understand" she sighed crawling away towards the sidewalk.
"How so"
"You get a wife and kids you don't sacrifice anything that any man doesn't want gone beside that men can cheat on their wives whereas women can't"
"They could if they really want to"
"Most don't have it in them" She answered distantly.
He looked her in the eye.
"What if one actually wanted to marry you"
For a moment she said nothing but moved as he moved closer slyly.
"I doubt it because out of all the suitors she has sent my way I haven't said yes"
"I see"
She walked into her house and leaned on the door.
"Nice meeting you Helena"
"Nice meeting you Slick"
"Wouldn't you like to know my name"
"Nope" She smiled shutting the door.