Unintended

Chapter 1

The image replayed over and over in my head when I went to sleep. My nightmare was playing itself again and again trying to stain my thoughts. I can no longer cry over it. I choose to remember, choose to not forget. My hate is something I try to avoid. I know it won't change anything because there is no point in trying to go against thee inevitable. She's gone forever up into the sky; one of the people I thought would never leave my side. No matter how hard I try I can't free myself from that horrible night. The night my mother's life was taken.

The maid knocked on my bedroom door, but I refused to see anyone. I wanted to escape, leave, and go somewhere, anywhere but here. This place was now cursed with the forever sent of death. I heard the knock again and sank deeper into my sheets, as if I could sink and avoid all of this pain.

With no formal invite she walked in. "Mistress? It's time for you to get ready."

I didn't move a muscle. I stared at my wall as if it were the only thing there, the only thing that was real in this miserable world. After just standing there for about five minutes between the running silence, she finally left. I sat up from my bed and headed to the bathroom to bathe. I had made it very clear that I didn't want anyone's help getting ready. I sat in the tub waiting, for a sign of life anywhere but got nothing but silence. This intolerable silence that I've grown to need. I wrapped myself in my towel and made my way to my dresser. As always I forgot to lay out my close before I bathed and ended up having to do it while I was still dripping wet.

Once I was ready I stepped out of my room and walked to his study. I dragged each foot forcing myself to move the next one in front of the other. I arrived to two big plain white doors and hesitantly opened them. I turned the knob enough for me to embrace the smooth texture of the bronze handle. I pushed the doors and looked at his desk, the same desk where I found my necklace. I clenched it between my fingers and began to heat the metal with my hand. My favorite necklace, a pearly white stone held by a silver chain, the one I found the night he died. I remember everything all too well.

We spent the entire morning gardening white roses, his favorite. I was so happy to be with him. He was the closest thing I had to a father. I didn't even feel comfort in calling him uncle. It felt as if I was not giving him enough credit for what he meant to me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "Why don't you go take a nap, it's only the afternoon and your already worn out." he smiled and patted my back, pushing me gently towards the back door of the house. I was too tired to tell him anything. I poured a little bit more water on the rose in front of me and then I dilatorily began to make my way to my bedroom. I was too exhausted. Before entering the house I looked over my shoulder, I felt as if something was going to happen, I paid no attention to it. I assumed I was just tired and needed to rest. Charrs, my butler, saw me come in and followed me to my room, he opened the doors and lifted the sheets for me. I laid down and began to drown in them, I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.

I awoke to the screaming of a women and footsteps at my door. Charrs opened my door without knocking, and the doors slammed against the wall. I rubbed my eyes annoyed by the fact that had he just awaken me. His eyes were full of relief when he saw me. "She's here!" he screamed. I gave him a glare, and a mob of people gathered behind him. He walked to me slowly, his eyes frightened, more people crowded my door all with the same reaction as Charrs. He looked back at them and they looked at him returning the look of grief, and some the look of pity.

I was too tired to realize that people where everywhere, I didn't understand what was going on. "What's with all the noise you awoke me." I said my voice a little horse. I pushed my upper body forward and sat on my bed. I was readjusting my eyes and taking in that sugar sweet yawn.

Charrs walked in front of me and knelt down. He looked at me and his eyes trembling. His gaze seemed ashamed and he looked down. I couldn't really tell why he was so upset. He looked up at me and his eyes frightened, something had happened I could tell. Why else would all this noise and grief be here. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, his lips began to quiver. "I...I'm so sorry my lady," his words were shaky and nervous. He hesitated and I just looked at him astonished by his signs of weakness. He was always so uptight and kept such composure through the most difficult times. To see him like this made me worry. Why was he apologizing and then I realized why there was screaming, why people were running. He took a breath and opened his mouth. I focused hard to see his eyes through the little light. His eyes had a thin layer of water and the perimeter was pink. "Your uncle…he…he.. is dead." Everything was still, he waited for my reaction but my brain was just not processing his words. The words echoed inside my head hitting the walls then bouncing back and hitting me again like knifes, each one sinking deeper into my skin.

My mind went blank and I looked at all of my servants that were standing at my door. The men were shaking in shock, and the women were crying into their handkerchiefs. I couldn't move, the tears were frozen refusing to leave my eyes. My heart felt like it was drowning, like a rock was thrown straight through my chest. I looked at Charrs who was still staring at the floor avoiding looking at my face. "Look at me!" I screamed in anger. He refused to look up at me so I screamed again. "Charrs please looks at me!" He finally looked up at me his eyes filled with fear. Not in me but in the fact that he had to tell me, he was the one left with this responsibility. "Is this true?" I looked at him pleading, hoping that it was all a lie.

He nodded his head. "I'm so sorry." His eyes were watering. He was friends with my uncle for quite a while. They were good friends and my uncle always treated him fairly and respected him just as he did. Their relationship was very special.

He wasn't lying. I stared straight ahead to the wall in front of me. The tears ran out of my eyes taking advantage of my sorrow to escape. I began sobbing without a sound. My vision blurred and I couldn't see anything. I stood up and ran out of the room pushing everyone out of my way. I didn't know where I was going I just couldn't see how a man like my uncle could just die. I ran outside trying to find the scent of pure air to breathe, I kept running even when I felt the rain start to come down splashing down on the ground and licking my feet. I kept running trying to find him, thinking he was just hurt he's an Incabus and they are strong and fearless. He couldn't die. I looked nowhere but forward until I saw them, the police at the edge of the woods on the fringe of the garden that met the woods. I stood there speechless, defeated, the air no longer felt pure, more like venom stopping my breathing when I saw it. The blood on the grass and the red handprint on the tree. I ran to them unable to speak. They looked at me and took off their hats. Just as they opened their mouths to apologize I interrupted them. "Where is he?" they looked at each other and didn't respond. "Where is he?" I screamed at them my voice cracking.

"We didn't find his body but by the amount of blood lost here..." He didn't need to finish. His glasses were on the ground near the blood, they were broken into pieces just like my heart. The sight was unbearable. I ran back inside crying my eyes out, I couldn't see where I was going. When I got inside I found myself in front of his office. A pinprick of the door was opened, and I walked inside and saw a necklace with a stain of blood sitting in the middle of his desk. Nobody was in the room but me and all the windows were closed. I walked over to his glazed desk. I took the necklace believing that it was my uncle's intention for me to find it. I sat down on the wooden floor. It was dark and the only light came from the white candle in the corner in the room that was left lit. I was suffocating in my own tears, once again the person I love the most was taken away from me.