Staring Into Darkness
Disclaimer: (monotone voice) I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, yada yada yada blah blah whatever. I do not own Jack Sparrow and any other POTC characters because, obviously, they're not mine. They belong to Disney and all the other little people involved with the making of the film. Otherwise I'd be filthy rich and own an island all for little ol' me, and I'd be sunbathing and drinking some sort of tropical drink with Johnny and Orlando. Nor do I own Johnny or Orlando, although I wouldn't mind one bit if I did.
Summary: PG-13 for language. Jocelyn Ingram-Hollingsworth runs away from her home and straight into the arrms of the famous Captain Jack Sparrow.
Author's Note: First of all, I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to my co- writer Daniella! Mwahz darling! Anywho, this is my first POTC fanfic so please be kind. Criticism is welcome..in fact its demanded! Lol. Please pretty please read and review and I promise you will get something in return, savvy? The story is a little slow at first, but I swear between the next two chapters it'll speed up a whole lot more. So on with the show!
I. Prologue
Jocelyn's POV...
Sometimes it seems like all I ever do is lie. My father thinks I'm repressing my feelings about this. Repressed, my foot. I say to him, "No, I'm not. I think it's really nice. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." Father says, "I don't think you're being honest with me." He has no idea how close to the truth he is.
Then he handed me this book. He tells me he wants me to write down my feelings in this book, since, he says, I obviously don't feel I can talk about them with him, or anyone else, for that matter. He wants me to write down my feelings? Alright, I'll write down my feelings:
I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S DOING THIS TO ME!
Why is he going to re-marry? I mean, there's absolutely no need to! Everything is perfect just the way it is. Ever since my mother died when I was 6 years old, father has been on this search for a woman to take on as his wife. He says, "You need a proper mother to look up to." I had a mother, and I did look up to her. She was the best mother in the world..I don't need another one. And if you ask me, he's going about it all wrong. I mean, he throws these huge extravagant balls and invites every eligible woman he knows, young or old, and practically shows off all his wealth which, I must say, is quite sickening because they flock after him like he's a goddamn King!
I absolutely refuse to be any part of it.
I've met my so-called "stepmother-to-be" Alana Carrington. That snobbish little gold-digger isn't in love with my father, but with his money. I know it. The entire household knows it. But we all fear of father's reaction so we don't utter a word about this. She doesn't belong in this family and I don't want to stay here and see her turn our entire world upside down! Besides, I never really felt belonged here anyways. I know on the outside, I'm everything a well-brought-up girl ought to be, but on the inside that's not me at all.
And the worst of it is that my father is trying to convince me to find a well-suitable husband. Marraige. He thinks it inappropriate for me, being at the age of twenty-six, to not be taking up any suitors. Well to hell with that, and to hell with him. I can't take it anymore. I can't take his constant nagging about what would become of me if I don't marry. I love my father, but I can't be what he wants me to be...a trophy wife. That's not me at all! No one knows who I am. Sometimes I'm not even sure who I am.
My mother always told me I was destined for a great journey and I had a free spirit that would take me places beyond my imagination. Maybe now, its the perfect time to let my spirit take me where I'm meant to be.
If I were to escape, tonight is the night to do it. Father is having another ball to announce his engagement to Alana. All I'd have to do is just show up for a little bit, share little conversations with a few friends(my father's friends, not mine..seeing as how I don't have any), and come up with some sort of excuse about me feeling ill, run to my room, jump out my window, then good-bye life..hello world.
Disclaimer: (monotone voice) I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, yada yada yada blah blah whatever. I do not own Jack Sparrow and any other POTC characters because, obviously, they're not mine. They belong to Disney and all the other little people involved with the making of the film. Otherwise I'd be filthy rich and own an island all for little ol' me, and I'd be sunbathing and drinking some sort of tropical drink with Johnny and Orlando. Nor do I own Johnny or Orlando, although I wouldn't mind one bit if I did.
Summary: PG-13 for language. Jocelyn Ingram-Hollingsworth runs away from her home and straight into the arrms of the famous Captain Jack Sparrow.
Author's Note: First of all, I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to my co- writer Daniella! Mwahz darling! Anywho, this is my first POTC fanfic so please be kind. Criticism is welcome..in fact its demanded! Lol. Please pretty please read and review and I promise you will get something in return, savvy? The story is a little slow at first, but I swear between the next two chapters it'll speed up a whole lot more. So on with the show!
I. Prologue
Jocelyn's POV...
Sometimes it seems like all I ever do is lie. My father thinks I'm repressing my feelings about this. Repressed, my foot. I say to him, "No, I'm not. I think it's really nice. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." Father says, "I don't think you're being honest with me." He has no idea how close to the truth he is.
Then he handed me this book. He tells me he wants me to write down my feelings in this book, since, he says, I obviously don't feel I can talk about them with him, or anyone else, for that matter. He wants me to write down my feelings? Alright, I'll write down my feelings:
I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S DOING THIS TO ME!
Why is he going to re-marry? I mean, there's absolutely no need to! Everything is perfect just the way it is. Ever since my mother died when I was 6 years old, father has been on this search for a woman to take on as his wife. He says, "You need a proper mother to look up to." I had a mother, and I did look up to her. She was the best mother in the world..I don't need another one. And if you ask me, he's going about it all wrong. I mean, he throws these huge extravagant balls and invites every eligible woman he knows, young or old, and practically shows off all his wealth which, I must say, is quite sickening because they flock after him like he's a goddamn King!
I absolutely refuse to be any part of it.
I've met my so-called "stepmother-to-be" Alana Carrington. That snobbish little gold-digger isn't in love with my father, but with his money. I know it. The entire household knows it. But we all fear of father's reaction so we don't utter a word about this. She doesn't belong in this family and I don't want to stay here and see her turn our entire world upside down! Besides, I never really felt belonged here anyways. I know on the outside, I'm everything a well-brought-up girl ought to be, but on the inside that's not me at all.
And the worst of it is that my father is trying to convince me to find a well-suitable husband. Marraige. He thinks it inappropriate for me, being at the age of twenty-six, to not be taking up any suitors. Well to hell with that, and to hell with him. I can't take it anymore. I can't take his constant nagging about what would become of me if I don't marry. I love my father, but I can't be what he wants me to be...a trophy wife. That's not me at all! No one knows who I am. Sometimes I'm not even sure who I am.
My mother always told me I was destined for a great journey and I had a free spirit that would take me places beyond my imagination. Maybe now, its the perfect time to let my spirit take me where I'm meant to be.
If I were to escape, tonight is the night to do it. Father is having another ball to announce his engagement to Alana. All I'd have to do is just show up for a little bit, share little conversations with a few friends(my father's friends, not mine..seeing as how I don't have any), and come up with some sort of excuse about me feeling ill, run to my room, jump out my window, then good-bye life..hello world.