Two In A Million
-By Ashlyn Nicolette & ZatineTheSparkwingPoetezz
Chapter two - Memories - By ZatineTheSparkwingPoetezz
She woke up that morning, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Like she had done yesterday, and the day before that, and... The room was filled with the morning light, and with a deep sigh, she realised that the peace was over - a new day had come. Another day of emptiness and yearn. Of what she did not know. And here she was, stuck with a man she did not love, lying in a king-size bed, the silk curtains drawn. She ought to be happy, with a baby on its way, and lots of money, not a care in the world. But she wasn't happy, on the other hand she felt very empty inside. It was like something was missing.
And that dream.She was having the same mysterious dream - or nightmare - over and over again. Something about a show - the cancan - a windmill - all these things seemed so strange to her, but in a way, also well-known. And there was this man, who seemed so familiar. Handsome, with the same beauty and warmth in his looks as inside.. All these things were very frightening to her - and yet so familiar. But how? She had no idea.
She had tried to mention it for Adolf, who had reacted quite funny. "B-but my dear, I didn't want to chock you." .. He muttered, pale and stuttering, and then told her about her sister, who was a Parisian dancer. A courtesan.
Her twin sister that was now gone, was the famous Sparkling Diamond, the star of the Moulin Rouge. A prostitute.
Rose didn't remember her. "Maybe that's the answer to my cancan dreams", she thought to herself, and tried to think of something else. She didn't remember this Satine. In fact, she couldn't remember anything since that night. They told her, she was about to die of consumption. The illness that had almost cost her life,
But she survived, and fell into a coma. After 6 months, she woke up. She had been pregnant at the time she fell into a coma. She didn't even know she was pregnant, as well as she didn't know about her illness. It was a miracle the baby survived through the exhausting months of unconsciousness and medicine. Because of her mood, Adolf had sent her to a psychiatric, who told her she was having a depression. Hormones, they said, and stress after almost dying and half a year of unconsciousness. She needed peace and quietness to get well, so she wasn't even allowed to go outside anymore. Trapped in a golden cage, every day was now a long and boring fight against the memories spooking in the back of her head.
Right after she regained consciousness, they moved back to London. Adolf seemed very anxious to get away from Paris, where they were on a holiday when she collapsed. She reckoned it was because of the shocking events, which had almost cost her life, not to mention her unborn baby's. She felt a strange hatred for this man - her so called husband. The icy feeling of his appearance showing no emotions, was always causing a cold chill roll down her spine. She didn't love him at all, and she had no idea why she had married him in the first place. All she wanted was to get away from him, and this horrible golden cage he held her trapped in.
If only she could regain her memory, and solve the mystery of her unknown background. Who was this beautiful young man? And what about the windmill?! She wanted to run away and find out everything about her past. - try how it felt to be happy again - fall in love - she simply wanted to live. But she couldn't run away, she had to think of the baby. And it was all a dream, not reality. However, she couldn't get it out of her head. Come what may, come what may......like a mantra, spooking in the back of her head, day and night, as if she was going mad..Maybe she was, she thought to herself while brushing her long read hair, and got dressed.
The beautiful young woman sitting in front of the vanity was Rose, the Duchess of Monroth, newly married the Duke, Adolf.
Chapter two - Memories - By ZatineTheSparkwingPoetezz
She woke up that morning, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Like she had done yesterday, and the day before that, and... The room was filled with the morning light, and with a deep sigh, she realised that the peace was over - a new day had come. Another day of emptiness and yearn. Of what she did not know. And here she was, stuck with a man she did not love, lying in a king-size bed, the silk curtains drawn. She ought to be happy, with a baby on its way, and lots of money, not a care in the world. But she wasn't happy, on the other hand she felt very empty inside. It was like something was missing.
And that dream.She was having the same mysterious dream - or nightmare - over and over again. Something about a show - the cancan - a windmill - all these things seemed so strange to her, but in a way, also well-known. And there was this man, who seemed so familiar. Handsome, with the same beauty and warmth in his looks as inside.. All these things were very frightening to her - and yet so familiar. But how? She had no idea.
She had tried to mention it for Adolf, who had reacted quite funny. "B-but my dear, I didn't want to chock you." .. He muttered, pale and stuttering, and then told her about her sister, who was a Parisian dancer. A courtesan.
Her twin sister that was now gone, was the famous Sparkling Diamond, the star of the Moulin Rouge. A prostitute.
Rose didn't remember her. "Maybe that's the answer to my cancan dreams", she thought to herself, and tried to think of something else. She didn't remember this Satine. In fact, she couldn't remember anything since that night. They told her, she was about to die of consumption. The illness that had almost cost her life,
But she survived, and fell into a coma. After 6 months, she woke up. She had been pregnant at the time she fell into a coma. She didn't even know she was pregnant, as well as she didn't know about her illness. It was a miracle the baby survived through the exhausting months of unconsciousness and medicine. Because of her mood, Adolf had sent her to a psychiatric, who told her she was having a depression. Hormones, they said, and stress after almost dying and half a year of unconsciousness. She needed peace and quietness to get well, so she wasn't even allowed to go outside anymore. Trapped in a golden cage, every day was now a long and boring fight against the memories spooking in the back of her head.
Right after she regained consciousness, they moved back to London. Adolf seemed very anxious to get away from Paris, where they were on a holiday when she collapsed. She reckoned it was because of the shocking events, which had almost cost her life, not to mention her unborn baby's. She felt a strange hatred for this man - her so called husband. The icy feeling of his appearance showing no emotions, was always causing a cold chill roll down her spine. She didn't love him at all, and she had no idea why she had married him in the first place. All she wanted was to get away from him, and this horrible golden cage he held her trapped in.
If only she could regain her memory, and solve the mystery of her unknown background. Who was this beautiful young man? And what about the windmill?! She wanted to run away and find out everything about her past. - try how it felt to be happy again - fall in love - she simply wanted to live. But she couldn't run away, she had to think of the baby. And it was all a dream, not reality. However, she couldn't get it out of her head. Come what may, come what may......like a mantra, spooking in the back of her head, day and night, as if she was going mad..Maybe she was, she thought to herself while brushing her long read hair, and got dressed.
The beautiful young woman sitting in front of the vanity was Rose, the Duchess of Monroth, newly married the Duke, Adolf.