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Chapter Two ¨C Hell in Life

Faith¡¯s POV

Three years later, at the significant age of 21, I¡¯m still alive. Fuck. Day after day, it¡¯s the same old routine: serve, obey, smile and curtsey. I feel like a zombie, an empty shell with no soul and it¡¯s wasting me away from the inside.

I¡¯m lying on my scratchy bed in my tiny box room (I swear our bathroom was bigger than this) that does not reflect my personality in any way, but it does reflect my mood perfectly ¨C drab, grey and wasted. So, here I am, staring at the ceiling, but not really seeing it at all, I think back to that fateful day, like I do every night and wallow in bitterness and self pity.

~ Flashback ~

As I crashed into the raging whirlpool, consciousness slowly slipped away as blackness clouded my vision. I was losing myself and only too happy to do so. But I woke up, I god damn woke up! Needless to say, this completely ruined the plan, but not only was the plan ruined, things were about to get worse, a whole lot worse.

I was so angry and disappointed to have actually woken up (I knew it wasn¡¯t heaven because I don¡¯t believe in any of that stuff, however no offence to religious readers because those are just my opinions) that it took a few moments to take in my bizarre surroundings.

I was on the bank of a small clear pool, what the hell happened to the whirlpool??? Anyway, apart from the great mystery of the disappearing whirlpool, everything else was a mystery too. It seemed that I was in the clearing of a forest, but how had I got from a cold barren cliff top overlooking a whirlpool to a forest of luscious green leaves? This was starting to give me a migraine.

However, I was yanked out of my reverie as I found no less than 50 arrows pointing at my head. Arrows? Have I traveled back in time to the Middle Ages? Then I saw the men holding the bows and arrows, if indeed they were men, I had never seen such graceful men and with long blonde hair and pointy ears too! They looked like a bunch of barbies who had a sex change to me.

One of them spoke; his deep masculine voice did not suit his feminine appearance.

¡®Who are you and what business have you in Mirkwood?¡¯

Mirkwood? I¡¯m pretty good at geography, but never in all my life have I heard of a place called Mirkwood. And the language he used, ¡°What business have you?¡± he sounded like Robin Hood for god¡¯s sake. I thought it would be wise to answer, I may have welcomed death, but there are far more pleasant ways of dying than being pierced by an arrow from a gay looking ¡®man¡¯.

¡®I ummm,¡¯ it was only then that I realized I couldn¡¯t actually answer even if I did want to, because I myself had no idea what I was doing there. ¡®I ummm, I really don¡¯t have the shittiest how I got here. I don¡¯t even know where I am for heaven¡¯s sake¡¯ I know, I know, my language isn¡¯t exactly pure, but the guy didn¡¯t seem to know what shittiest meant anyway.

¡®This is Mirkwood like I said before and what do you mean you don¡¯t know how you got here? Did you drop out of the sky or something?¡¯ he and his fellow ¡®men¡¯ chuckled at the joke, but it was such a clich¨¦ and wasn¡¯t even funny. I gave them all weird looks.

¡®Actually, I rose out of the pool¡¯ This was the closest I could figure out to what had happened because all my clothes were wet, including my favorite knee high black leather boots. I thought I might as well die looking good. This time they didn¡¯t chuckle, they roared with laughter until some of them were rolling about on the floor. You¡¯d have thought they¡¯d never heard a joke before. Pathetic. Another one of them spoke, he looked slightly less gay than they one who spoke before him.

¡®Haha, rose out of the pool! Yeah and I¡¯m a dwarf!¡¯ I had no idea what he was talking about. Dwarves??? ¡®Ah well you don¡¯t look dangerous so we won¡¯t lock you up, but we can¡¯t let you go because you can¡¯t come up with a proper explanation as to why you¡¯re here so I guess you¡¯ll have to work as a servant.¡¯

¡®What?! Uh uh, no way in hell. I ain¡¯t serving bloody homosexual barbies. Anyway I thought I told you, I rose out of the pool.¡¯ The guy probably didn¡¯t have a clue was a homosexual barbie was, but he seemed to get angry anyway.

¡®You have two options: to work as a servant where you receive free lodgings and clothes or we¡¯ll lock you up and leave you to rot¡¯ So basically I didn¡¯t have two options at all.

~ End of flashback ~

So that¡¯s my story of how I¡¯ve come to be stuck in this hell hole. Free lodgings indeed, more like a barely furnished cardboard box. I turn onto my side and think of all the spoilt shallow excuses of ladies I had to serve today and fall asleep dreaming up of tortures for them. The next morning I actually wake up with a smile.

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