Yah, i know. i've been writting like, two billion stories all at once, but all these ideas are bombarding me! i needed to write something down!!! so here came this story. please tell me if you like the begining, or if i should just abandon it. thanks for reading this if ya did!
L.L.A.P (live long and prosper)
~Laces
I DON'T WANNA BE A PRINCESS
Prelude
He looked over her wounds. Deep gashes on her arms, a black eye, bruised legs, and most likely a few broken ribs. She was soaked head to toe. Just like he found her, buoyant on a log in a stream. He couldn't perceive who would do such a thing to a child. Her breathing was slow and ragged, and he was surprised that she lasted this long. She had will, and it was strong. He could sense that in her unconsciousness, she was still telling herself to keep fighting. He did all he could to try to heal her, and find out who she was. However there were no matches to her finger prints, and there were no missing child reports with her description.
While deep in thought, he heard a groan come from the hospital bed. He looked down to see her slowly opening her green blue eyes, but there was something different about this girl. She was staring right at him, and she didn't scream, or look shocked, or even seem to acknowledge his presence unlike most people.
"is there anyone there?" she whispered in a shy timid voice. It quickly dawned on him that she was blind.
"yes." he answered.
"Where am I?" she inquired weakly.
"A hospital building." he stated.
"he… he got mad at me. I don't wanna become a princess. Or a queen. I really don't wanna." she stated with her eyes watering and her lower lip quivering. He didn't know what she was talking about.
"It's… okay." he said, at a loss for words. "What is your name?"
"Rosemary." she answered.
"And how old are you Rosemary?"
"six. Seven in January." she replied. He nodded his head, not quite sure what to say or do. "Who are you?" she inquired.
"J'onn. J'onn J'onzz."
I know, it's short, but please tell me what you think! :D
L.L.A.P
~Laces