Part one: Falling Lost
Avangeline POV
My mind is blank. The girl in my reflection isn't me. A stranger, Limp hair, fogged eyes, scars and bruises run across my face and arms like wildfire. I'm forced to wear a dress, one fit for a princess. "Are you ready?" I turn a blonde man with muddy brown eyes stands there. When I got here my memories were swiped. He claimed to be my father. He looks like me blond curls just tall enough to be considered tall. When that happens, when I see a person from my past my body tries to shut down and force me into a grey space. I brace myself but the feeling of grey space never comes. I have no feeling of familiarity or flicker of memory.
It's my birthday ball, well I wouldn't call it my birthday ball. It's Avangeline Schreave's ball. I am not Avangeline Schreave. I am not a princess. I am a girl without memories. I am a girl who is lost. I'm clad in only a mint green dress. The silk was tight with a sweetheart neckline and slit up the leg. I didn't like it. I feel exposed. Maxon leads me down to the biggest ball room. I can't bring myself to call him dad yet. Calling him dad would be saying that I know who I am. Calling him dad would be a lie.
I'm greeted by a couple. The king Fredrick and Queen Daphne. Queen gives me a long hug like I've known her my whole life. King gives me a pat on the shoulder and says 'Nice to see you kid.' When they touch me I stiffen it's like being touched like a total stranger. No, it was being touched by a total stranger. Their son Prince Jackson takes my hand brings it to his lips. I tug it back caught off guard. He brings his handkerchief to his nose. Blood slowly seeped out of his nose onto the top of his lip. He looks at me confused. He looks at me hurt. He looks at me the same way I look at him. Like I'm a stranger.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." I keep muttering words like that until he gives and irritated glance my way. My mouth shuts into silence.
"Cher you know I hate it when you apologize for stupid petty things," but I didn't know. I didn't know him at all. He steps towards me and I take one step back. He shakes his head at me muttering "drôle fille, why are you acting so." My grandmother curtsies and whispers a few sentences into his ears as I rush out of the room. I feel like I'm in a cage. I don't know how to deal with this life. I run down the hall, I need to be able to breathe.
A good ten minutes until I find myself on the roof. I slide against the wall falling to the ground pulling my knees to my chest. The tears spill out. The air is cold against my skin. I can't handle being around people who know more about me than me. Most girls in my situation would be happy and all smiles. Why am I full of feelings and tears? I pull the pins out of my hair flinging them off of the roof and pull off the wig. My hair is short, It used to be long fell in curls down to my waist. My father didn't want anyone to know what happened. Not even me.
All I want is answers, what happened who is the radiant woman with red hair that sings in my dreams. I really doubt I'm getting them tonight or anytime soon.
"You really don't remember me do you?" He kneels next to me. "Your hair it's so short." I just shrug. "You're still wearing the engagement ring. Why?"
"I uh dunno it's pretty I woke with it on and I always to forget to take it off. Did you give it to me?" I feel stupid. Having to ask it feels like I'm giving into everything.
"Yeah I did. You cried when I gave it to you, you loved simple things but I couldn't help but get you a sophisticated ring." He lets out a rough laugh.
"You want to explain all the creepy dolphin things scattered about my room." There thousands of little trinkets and knickknacks but their mostly crystal dolphins. Okay not thousands but a good thirty or so of them.
"Well dolphins are your favorite animal me or your father brought you one every time we came back from France to Illea. We would bring you back one to see your bright smile every time." That didn't really answer why they were their but I knew a little more about myself. "Cher," I nodded but I felt myself falling into a grey area.
Glimpses of red hair. Pull away Avangeline, don't fall through. Whispers of music. "Cher, what's going on." His sweet accent filling my ears bringing me back. He wrapped his arms around me stroking my short hair. Even though I couldn't remember him he didn't seem so strange anymore.
What another fic arnt you already writing four on and one on figment. What is wrong with me you may ask. Everything. Emotional trauma from the one. God I ugh just read it you'll feel my pain. I wasn't satisfied . I rlly wanna cry I did cry when I finished it in pottery. I am behind on projects because of it. Ugh my heart hurts so bad, I loveit but I hate it. May or may not have been thrown across the room. Mulltiple times. So I cant bear to write from Maxons pov or in myfml or the others gawd ugh sorry I like needed to rant some more. Review plz they make me happy. UM CELESTE WHY I LOVED YOU SO MUCH *SOBS* not okay