God Mother?
I seen the carriadge stroll away, Ivy and Magenta fighting for a window seat. Mothers little angels. I ran to my closet, angry, and tore out every dress that hung in the oak box, throwing each one on the floor, stomping and tearing. Each dress was a dissaointment, each dress a reminder of how incredibly stupid I was fr thinking about going to a place where I lost both parents.
"You foolish boy. What hope did you think you had?" a voice in my head tisks, filling my mind. I grab my hair, throwing myself to the floor. I can feel the water flowing down my face, and I scold myself for letting them come. Small heaves escaping my red smeared lips. I stand up, grabbing my normal boy clothes, switching them with my ragged dress. I felt better. I felt normal.
"You feel like a boy."
"I feel like a boy."
"Well, that's not something to say aloud, is it?" I hear a voice behind me. I spin around, my cap falling off my head to the mystery persons black booted feet. The voice was a girl, about my age, with torn slacks, a black shirt and long black hair put in a ponytail. Her skin was pale, her makeup like a gypsy's, dark and menacing.
"Who are you?" I ask, backing up against a wall. She twirled around my room.
"Who would want to admit they felt like a boy?" She steps closer to me, and i see she has blue eyes. She takes my hand, and tries to take me downstairs. I pull away and grab by staright razor from my dresser.
"I said, who are you? Answer my question!" I point the tip at her, holding to the silver handle with both hands, shaking in fear. She laughs, pushing the blade down and placing her arm over my shoulders, walking me down the tower stairs.
"I'm Sienna, your godmother! Fairy, to be exact!" I stopped on the last step, looking at her. Her, black polished hands, her scary blue eyes. I slid the blade back in, placing it in my pocket.
"Fairy?" She gives me a look as if saying, "Do I really need to repeat myself?" I place my hands in the air in mock apologies. She guides me outside, where I seen a large white carriage, coachman, and black stallions. My eyes go wide, and she snaps her fingers. The carriage doors open, the steps falling into place.
"Believe me now?"
