Well Iyaaaa. sorry about last week. by the time i was reasy to upload, my laptop decide to have a meltdown so i decided to upload monday... then realised that i wasn't going to be in till about 11... so here i am, 1 week late. but... it's a good chapter... kind of...

okay, just read on...

-Katie

Chapter thirty six

Princess Rachel

Dear diary,

The rebellion was a success! I am no longer going to be married off to Garfield… so why do I feel sad about it? I should be out celebrating with Kori, Toni and Rose. Hell, even the new girl, Terra, can join us! But there is no way in hell I'm bringing that whore Kitten with us. I'm still mad at Garth for helping her out. The idiot. Wait till we cross paths. I will certainly give him a piece of my mind.

Rachel looked up from the parchment. She was so tired – not to mention depressed. But she couldn't figure out why… she never wanted to marry Garfield. She had hated the thought ever since her father had told her they were to be wed. Her mind was a jumble. She couldn't think straight and she hated it. Ever since her father annulled the wedding, her mind had been focused on Garfield, and only on Garfield. Even as the girls took sips from the celebratory Champaign, she could only think of the lost look that Garfield wore when her father caved in.

A sudden knock interrupted Rachel's flow of thoughts. Sighing heavily, Rachel rose from her desk and opened the door.

"Congratulations Rachel!" Terra called happily, wrapping her arms around Rachel. The shock of it first being Terra at the door and then her hugging Rachel was almost impossible for her to figure out. But the suddenness of her attack, Rachel could not think properly. For in Terra's hands… She held a dagger. A dagger that went straight through the soft material of Rachel's devil outfit and straight into her. "Now die." Terra purred into Rachel's ears. She couldn't breath. She was suffocating over the thought of what was happening. Terra had just stabbed her. A girl whom she had thought was a friend just stabbed her. It was too much. Images began to flash before Rachel's eyes. The time when her family was complete, her three older brothers and her mother and all, and the time they shared together. The time when being a princess was at the back of her mind, and she didn't have to worry about the duties of being the future queen. A time when her mother would brush her hair a hundred times every night to maximise its beauty. The time when everyone thought Korianna would marry Jacob and she would finally be the sister Rachel always wanted. But then the memories of losing them came, captivating Rachel. It made her want to scream out but her breath was gone.

Finally, the memories she hated the most arouse. The time she spent with Garfield that summer when they were twelve. Korianna and Richard had decided to stay with their families at their homes, leaving Rachel alone with Garfield. At first she had hated it. But she soon realised what a kind compassionate boy he really was. He made her laugh freely with all his corny jokes. He made her wonder what it was like to fall in love. But the one memory she cherished the most, was their first kiss. He had surprised her near the end of summer as the walked by a lake far from the castle. It was nearly time for them to leave, but Garfield kept stalling for time. Eventually, Rachel decided enough was enough and grabbed his hand. And although she hadn't intended it to be romantic, the look Garfield gave her made her heart melt. He turned to look at her, cupping one hand around her cheek and leaned in. He left enough of a gap for Rachel to fill, but his eyes were closed. She paused, before moving forward. The kiss was sweet but short, but the two of them walked hand in hand back to the horses with there cheeks flushed. In that memory, Rachel realised that she did want to marry Garfield and that she had made a terrible mistake. And now she would never be able to get Garfield back…

Terra drew the dagger out and pushed Rachel to the ground, laughing softly.

"And he said it would be hard..." she muttered. The pain seared through Rachel's body, but already she could feel herself going numb. She could feel the life from her drain away. She was barely aware of someone else entering the room, but their words were lost on her as she felt her eyes slowly close. She knew the end was here for her, and she greeted it like an old friend…

don't kill me? :)