Sooo. It's been a long while since I've wrote anything on here. A few years since I've written anything at all. I got really inspired by Penny Dreadful and had an idea and decided to put my own spin in on it. It's still a work in progress and have several different endings in mind, but first of course if the prologue.
The day of my birth was a grand occasion. One that I would remember to the very end of my days. My fragile form rapped in pure white and skin aglow with new life as my large blue eyes took in all those around me. Hundreds of kind eyes peered down at me from above in wonder. I remember feeling frightened and how it clawed at my chest.
One woman stood out of the rest. She radiated love and affection. Her eyes were soft as she wrapped me in her arms with a kind smile, before naming me and presenting me to the rest of our tiny little world. She made me feel safe. The fear dissipated and I felt like I could be happy here, but deep down something told me I could never be.
My life was truly a gift. Born of laughter, purity, and all that's good in the world. All my needs were met. I wanted for nothing. Poverty was nonexistent and everyone had a purpose. A job only they could do.
So like all others I was given a job, one that reflected who I was and brought me great happiness. I could truly lose myself for hours in my work, my small hands creating all sorts of wonders. It wasn't before long those around me wouldn't have something I had invented in their lives to help their jobs go easier. I was content. Though it did not last forever.
Seasons came and went as I went about my life. Laughing with my friends, exploring, working. It was a never-ending cycle. Days upon days of the same thing and it had eventually became mundane. I grew bored of the simplicity of my village. Smiling soon became a task and not even my work brought me joy anymore. It was not long after that the feelings came.
Everything was supposed to be simple. It was unheard of to have such complex emotions and feelings all in one. For how could such a small girl hold in so many emotions without exploding? One's heart could not possibly hold so much. It was overwhelming.
I began to act out. Small acts of mischief. Innocent pranks. Stolen items here and there. Not completing work. Then eventually leaving for long periods of time, exploring the coasts near and all around my home. Staring out at the sea wishing for an end to it all. An escape.
Then one autumn night I saw it. A ship. It's white sales bright against the rays of the morning sun, but that was not what had captured my attention. There hanging high on the mask was a black flag, blowing ominously in the wind. I knew I should have turned and fled, perhaps worn everyone, but I could not being myself to do so. Instead I found myself put one foot in front of the other heading toward the sea. A dark voice egging me on along the whole way.