Disclaimer: The story Beauty and the Beast does not belong to me but this retelling does along with the characters in it. A/N: Sorry if it took me a century to update-really sorry ^-^' Unfortunately my classes have been piling me up with homework, research papers and everything else that makes us students feel 'joyful' *sarcasm* Anyways here's the next chapter I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Three:
The strands of hay poked through the fabric of the mattress scratching at her thin, pale legs as she sat cross legged upon her bed.A small ink bottle & ink pen balanced carefully upon her knee as Aveline looked down at an empty page in her journal. What was there to write? With a small frown creasing upon her brow, she flipped back a couple pages to look back at the previous journal entries and short stories she had written.
Entry 23 October, 29, 1811
We speak out to be heard, but the louder the vocal volume... the fainter the message that falls on deaf ears. What a great sorrow is this. My voice is faint to others and to write a message within this journal...perhaps even fainter; insignificant.
Aveline's brown eyes looked upon this entry feeling numb. It wasn't even finished it appeared she just stopped writing that entry entirely. Everything at the moment seemed to be insignificant. The money her family scavenged for every minute of every day felt utterly useless. Her family was very poor, that was for certain but surely It wasn't entirely hopeless was it ? Although it felt like all her families hard work was all for nothing, the reality of it was that her family's wealth seemed to be growing ever so slowly. True they weren't middle class but...perhaps within a few years Josephine's job and if Ellena could get a job within the upcoming months, perhaps they could be a third of the way there.
She stretched out her hand towards her pen and grasped it lightly between two dainty fingers, slowly tapping the pen against her chin. What was there to write? She felt that there was something to be written but...it seemed all her entries were quite glum and she wanted to write an entry that was brighter. But reality always sunk in and Aveline couldn't help but realize that if she even attempted to write something hopeful or cheery...the tone would somehow seem hallow.
Frustration clustering within her ribcage like angry wasps she tossed her pen beside her, onto the ripped quilt she sat on , closing her small black journal. Taking hold of the small ink bottle she raised it to close eye level and squinted. Aveline squinted, passing the black stains that clung to glass bottle and peering through the small clear gaps, seeing a blurry smeared image of her room.
Strangely, she could see the similarities between this blurry, inky version of her room and the actual room she was breathing and living within the room she was in. Biting her lip into a small frown, she set the ink bottle upon her knee again, reaching for her pen. She now knew what was to be written. Opening up her journal, she opened the bottle carefully dipping her pen within the bleak substance and wrote.
Entry 32 December, 17,1811
We aren't earning enough money as much as we hoped for...but that was to be expected. Father is quite angry and frustrated, which is an emotion he wears upon his face often. He's been disappointed that my sisters hopeful plans aren't becoming a reality and even though our lives are improving at a rate of a snails slimy trudge, my father simply doesn't see it. And yet... I know our future will be enough so we can survive- for it's certain we won't go a day without food, though scarce as may be... yet this future doesn't seem to satisfy my father... nor me. This life certainly isn't what father wanted for us. My families life- my life is so scarce..
Looking down upon her new entry she slowly closed her journal and set it beside her small round night table beside her bed along with her pen and ink bottle. With a weary sigh she ran her pale bony fingers through her messy, wavy, black hair and laid herself down against her bed staring at her wooden, cracked ceiling. Holding in another sigh she squeezed her light brown eyes shut, pleading over and over again to an unknown entity within inside her head,
' Please help... Please? Please? I'm weary of having nothing! Please help me!'
With her eyes still shut she felt herself grow dizzy and nauseated and soon a dark, heavy sleep overcame her brain making her waking reality slip away into subconsciousness.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter was really really short but unfortunately It's getting pretty late and I have some classes tomorrow , But I hope you enjoyed it either way.
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