Merry music was being played outside in the back of the manor, you, along with the staff of the manor as well your father where enjoying a merry dance. For it was your birthday, a day of celebration, you had turn 14. Though not really your birthday, it was as your father told you, the day he found you. As the cook played their fiddle, you danced with your father, a bright smile on your face, while his wrinkle faced smiled as well. Switching hands your father spins you around a few times, your light blue gown spun with you. Laughter's and cheers where heard everywhere, though only a few lived in the manor, it felt like others where present. Your dance steps to the music where right on queue. Even if you did not interact with others, your father still felt you should know how to dance properly. You learned all the dances that a young lady should know, you enjoyed them very much, from merry to ballroom dance, the more elegant dances used should you ever been invited to a royal ball, which would not happen. Still, you enjoyed the dance lessons that your father provided to you.
Switching partners you dance with the house maid a sturdy woman, a bit thin she had a kind mid-age face, she brown thin hair was always kept in a tight bun, but today she wore it down for you, both of you dip down for eachother laughing with pleasure. She picked up her skirt while you picked up your dress and you both danced round and round. She passes you off the gardener, who was young man. He had slight feminine like features he had a very strong built. His muscles could be seen, which in a way made him handsome, he almost had the same skin tone as you, but was a few shades darker, he had dark tight curly hair that felt like wool. But he had deepest caring dark brown eyes you had ever seen. He smiles at you, bowing to you like a gentleman. Coming up, he takes you in his arms and starts to swing you around. Everyone was clapping and enjoying their time, your birthday was very important to everyone. As they where to you. Nothing matter more to them, than to see you smile.
They showered you with so much affection, which you always appreciated from them. As the Gardener throws you up in the air, he catches you in his arms, gently. You hug him tightly laughing, as he deeply laughs with you hugging you. Placing you back down, you grab your dress like a gypsy woman, you had seen your books, kicking off your shoes getting into the music you start to dance like the woman or women you had seen when you spied on those in the forest, you loved their style of fact you just loved dancing in general. The way the Gypsy woman danced, it was rhythmic, you felt it really went with your personality in a way. Everyone agreed, when first saw you dance like this. You where surprised when you where able to get the steps right, with adding a bit of your own. Your father would tell you, how you must have gotten it from your mother. A gift you thanked your absent mother for.
But that didn't matter right now, all that did was your free and merry time. As the others clap their hands as you took the attention with your dance. A bright smile on your face, you loved this day praying it would never end.
Only for the sound of crackling of a whip followed by the screams and screeches of others, everything went blood red. As you screamed in pain.
Your arm twitches, as you mumble under your breath to yourself. When your eyes shoot wide open. As your scarlet orbs widen in cold fear. You push yourself up, quickly only to give yourself whiplash, that you lost your balance stumbling to the floor right onto your back, causing you to scream out in agonizing pain. Your screams kept continuing.
You couldn't move, you felt yourself paralyzed, the image and sound of sharp crackling whip played in your mind over and over again, nothing but blood splattering everywhere was all your closed eyes could see. Putting your hands up in a defense as if trying to protect yourself from what you felt was an attacker. Not realizing your mind was playing tricks on you, you just kept screaming and screaming. You screamed out in French. While you screamed, you did not hear someone come in as they came running over to you. They grab hold of your arms, as they try to calm you down.
But you where still lost in your own mental prison, whoever held onto you, you took as something else. Assuming they had to be that "other person". Your screams become more vibrant than before. The one hold onto you, in hopes of calming you down got thrown across by you, but that didn't matter to them, as they get up and go back over to you. This time being more careful, as they gently place their hand back upon you.
They call to you again, when you felt the embrace of someone hugging you. It was a tight one, this feeling was not of the "other person". Finally sensing the different, your mind realized this. You start to calm down slowly. As you did so, the one hugging you did not let you go, they could feel your heart beat slowly start to slow down. Still they did not get off, until they felt you fully calm down. Once they felt it was alright, they push themselves off of you. Looking down to you. They sigh to themselves, glad you where alright. Looking back you, they realized your eyes that where halfway open looked right at them.
You where awake!
Filled with happiness to see you up, they smile at you. Your vision was blurry just a bit as you look upon the one sitting over you. Just barely you where able to make out who they where. They started to talk to you excitedly, tiredly you blink a few times. Before you close your eyes, then open again, to allow your vision to become come clear. As your vision started to focus, you come to see who your caretaker was.