CHAPTER 1: A WHOLE OLD WORLD
I hurt everywhere, all the time, everyday.
Whether it be physical, mental, or emotional, pain is always there.
It's a hurtful friend of sorts, but it keeps me company.
My parents are the main factor in the cause of my pain. To them I am nothing but insignificant and worthless. They never felt the pain they give me. They used to love me, of course all parents do, but eventually they grew tired of me.
I've always thought of leaving, but I'm too gutless to do it. I used to pretend I was a hidden princess and that a prince would save me from this horrid, beastly hell. But as I sat waiting in my tiny little attic, no prince ever came and I was left with disappointment and a shattered heart.
The scream of my devil of a father brought me downstairs. His bitch of a wife at his side. There was never a dull moment when those two stuck together like glue.
"Take your damn supplements you greedy vegetarian brat!" I wiped the excess spit off my face, ant took the supplements he shoved at me. I carefully chewed until it turned dust and left a bitter taste in my mouth as it made its way into my digestive system.
"Hmph. Looks like I forgot to order dinner. Go make dinner you little shit!" yelled my mother. I swiftly ran to the kitchen to prepare the food. I was used to this. My mother had no cooking skills whatsoever, so she uses me. When we have parties or when guests decide to visit, she doesn't call a caterer, she calls me.
I finished the noodles and started warming the sauce. I went to set the table and poured the wine. I set the spaghetti on the table as they sat down to eat.
My mouth watered at the warm steaming pasta that I couldn't have. They wouldn't let me. I already ate my supplements.
My mother took a slow bite of her food. "What kind of crap is this!" she yelled. I slowly backed away. She swiftly grabbed the wine glass and smashed it against my unsuspecting head. She kicked me as the impact of the glass knocked me to the floor.
Her screech of a laugh filled my ears giving me a headache. Her studded two inch heels dug into my ribs until all I could hear was the sickening crack of every rib breaking. I'm used to this. Pain for me is normal.
"Now get out of my sight you bloody little shit hole!" She ran her high heel in the back of my head not far from my ear.
I quietly crawled up the stairs, losing a lot of blood in the process. I was at their mercy, none of which they had to give. They make me clean my own wounds and wallow in my pool of self pity.
My breath was heavy and I felt ready to pass out. I tried to get to the bathroom, but my wounds were to much to bear. All I remember before I left this god forsaken world, was the familiar scent of blood and the feel of pain well up like two puddles in the middle of my chest.
Everything was dark, except for a light illuminating my body like a spot light. It didn't seem like a dark room. In fact, it didn't seem like I was anywhere. I didn't feel any pain. I felt light and airy like I could fly.
"Dear child who has endured pain until the end, you are safe." an odd voice echoed. It was like a velvety void. I was silent and too afraid to speak.
"You have gone through so much…I think…I'll give you another chance.
And again I black out.
I felt a cool sensation on my forehead. Is this what it's like to be dead. I cautiously opened my eyes to a beautiful man with red eyes and raven black hair.
"Oh," he said sitting up, "Your awake." I quickly sat up from the barrage of pillows I had been lain on. I moaned in pain as my vision swam and my head felt as if it were on fire.
"You should lay down and rest. You have a terrible fever." I sighed in defeat. I took in my surroundings. The bed was made of beautiful, dark cherry wood and a veneer finish, the white, velvet curtains blocked the light from the ornate glass windows. In short, it was the most beautiful room I have ever seen. It was better than my cold moldy attic and tiny futon that grew old with age.
"Where am I?" I asked with wonder and confusion. The dark haired man, who I realized was a butler, smirked in amusement.
"This, is the Phantomhive estate."
