Chapter 1.
The boy who slept next to me died last night. He sat up in bed and threw up all over himself, fell down and never got back up.
In the morning he was gone but I could still smell the puke.
He wasn't much of a person anyways. The maids wash us everyday and his hair would still manage to get greasy by the time they fed us and it'd stay that way throughout the night. He never spoke and his eyes were bland. He smelled terrible too. How disgusting.
I'm happy all of these other boys are dying. They all puke and shit until their insides are gone and then they fall over dead. I hate all of them and it's such an ugly way to die. How fitting.
They're all skin and bones. Me, on the other hand, I've still kept my figure. When I lay in bed, I run my hands over my thighs and my chest and belly. I'm not all bones.
Well, I actually don't want all of the other boys to die. I don't want to be alone. It's dark down here at night and I hate the dark. I hate the dark more than I hate these boys.
The man who we serve, the old one with the saggy skin who smells like antiseptic, the rich one, he never calls for me. When they showed me to him he told me I had dirty eyes and beat me with his cane. As if he has room to talk. He had dirty everything. Dirty skin, dirty teeth, dirty hands, a dirty mouth. Horrid skin, rancid teeth, impure hands, and an impure mouth. I bet he likes young boys because he's jealous of his beauty. He's so rich I bet he's always been fat and disgusting. I bet he thinks if he feels us all over and licks our bodies, he'll become beautiful. How pathetic.
This is all in my head. I'm writing this in my head. I will remember it. Don't tell me I can't.
Today while we were sitting on the cold floor, waiting for the maids to scrub us, a boy was talking about a fairy that if summoned will grant wishes. It sounds unreal! I can't help but be intrigued. Is that the word? I don't care. I can't even begin to imagine anything so exciting! I want to summon this fairy. He told me how, you know. You have to say a spell or chant or something and then something about spider webs. I don't remember exactly, I'll ask him again tomorrow. You tell the fairy your wish and the fairy will grant it. Any wish, any at all. I remember the chant, though. I've been whispering it to myself all day and night. You see I want to escape from this place.
"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel." That's it. That's the chant. I won't tell you how to summon the fairy though, I want the fairy for myself.
You can't just say the chant, that won't work. There are some other things you have to do.
That brown haired boy was an idiot for telling me. I hope he starts vomiting up his insides soon. He doesn't deserve them. No, not at all, on the contrary, he told me the secret so easily. Now, the fairy's going to be mine.
I don't know my wish yet, I need to think of one. To escape, yes. It needs to be more complicated, however. Something fun, dangerous, adventurous, different. Maybe I could wish for Luka back. Can the dead come back to life? What an interesting concept! I wonder if a fairy could do that. I don't know much about fairies or vampires or witches or demons. In fact, I've never seen one either! I bet they could bring the dead back to life. I'll have to think about that.
At night I lay here and the only think I do is think. It's dreadfully boring. On the nights when the master doesn't want me, which is usually. My thoughts move very quickly, sometimes so fast I don't even remember them. It's glorious. I hate thinking too much and it's the only thing that can be done here. Thinking, thinking, thinking, it's such a pain in the ass.
I'll summon that fairy soon. Tomorrow, maybe. Yes, tomorrow. There are spiders everywhere, this will be easy.
These chapters are going to be really short and concise. Alois has such changing emotions that I feel like writing too much will ruin his character. I'm not sure where this fanfic is going right now, but hopefully in the right direction!