The Black Rose Curse
Chapter 5 By Princess Serena
Here's chapter 5! Hope you enjoy it! Good job and thanks for reading this far. I wanna recognize some people in this little blog here. First of all, I wanna thank Jbunny for the editor of my story. Thanks so much! I'd also like to thank Mandy for reading my story and giving me so much positive feedback. Thanks you, Dream, for accepting my story and posting it up on your site. I really appreciate it. And thank you, Serenity, Firelightz, Archangel Rhapsody and Usagi Usako Chiba for all of you reading my story on fanfiction.net and reviewing it. Thank you all so much!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters. The only characters that I have the right to own are the ones I make up.
***
In the quiet kitchen lay a 12-year-old girl sprawled across a counter. Her long, golden hair was tangled with her legs and arms. Tiny parts, which had managed to escape the sleeping girl's arms, drifted off the counter.
After Lita had sent out all the other servants, she turned around and saw Serena's sleeping figure and smiled. "You can stay awake, huh?" Lita sighed and started to clean up all of the dishes in the kitchen.
***
The prince stood on the right side of the ballroom door with a smile plastered on his face, and said goodbye as each guest left. His mother and father stood on the other side, doing the same thing, only they were enjoying it. Darien didn't know if his father was, but if he didn't, he sure could act like he did.
Darien shook the hand of a tall, red haired man and his wife, and as the couple turned to the king and queen, he sighed. He glanced down the line of people talking and laughing, and then his dark blue eyes caught Lady Beryl talking with the same girl she was with earlier. He sighed again, and his mother eyed him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. 'Do all mothers know what their children are thinking? Or is it just mine?' Darien thought to himself miserably.
The line moved and the prince bid farewell to more people. Then, unfortunately, Lady Beryl arrived. She walked up smiling her usual flirtatious smile and curtsied. She rose her head slightly so her dark, cold eyes met his. "My prince," she said in her deep voice. "I had a great time tonight and I hope that I will be able to see you again." She bowed her head to the floor again.
'Yeah, well, I hope we don't,' he thought to himself while keeping his smile stuck on his face. "Well, maybe we'll see each other again sometime." He bowed respectfully.
Lady Beryl rose to her feet, still smiling. "Yes, I'll be praying that we'll meet again."
Darien nodded, still his smile. 'Jeez, will this girl ever give up?!'
The raven-haired boy watched as the Lady turned to the king and queen. The queen smiled very happily and hugged her. Beryl hugged back lightly, and then bid her goodbye to them. As she walked out the door, Darien saw her wink at him. He sighed and looked to the golden-rimmed clock. 10:55. He looked back to the line of people. Some just left without even saying goodbye, for they were tired and didn't have time to.
The prince finished up his duties, and then trudged over to a chair and plopped down in it. The king and queen followed, and rested against the back over the chair.
The queen bent down and massaged her ankle. "Well," she stated tiredly. "That was quite fun. We must have another one sometime, don't you agree, Bryan?" (AN: I don't know if I had named the king before, so I am now.)
The king rested his green sleeved arm on the back on the chair his wife was resting in, putting half of his weight on his arm. "I think we should wait a while before we have another one."
The queen sighed. "I guess you're right," she replied, yawning. "It is a lot of work."
The prince was not listening to a word his parents said. He was thinking about the servant girl, and the plan Andrew told him. His thoughts then drifted to how much he loathed Lady Beryl. Ok, not loathed, but disliked. The way she curved her thin, blood red lips into a smile, the way her black eyes looked at him, the way she spoke and flirted with him with her deep, cool, evil voice. Everything about her was evil, and he didn't like her at all.
"Darien, dear?"
"Huh?" he replied, snapping out of his trance.
"Tch, you shouldn't respond like that," his mother scolded. "I makes you look uneducated."
"Yeah, sure. Ok."
The queen sighed. "I'm serious, Darien. Anyway, I want you to go and thank the chef in the kitchen, and tell them that the food was wonderful."
"Sure. I was going to do that anyway," replied Darien, eager to get away from his party-and- education obsessed parents.
The prince turned on his heel and walked rapidly away from the delighted king and queen, and over to the door of the kitchen. He pushed it open and walked in, his eyes searching for the chef.
A girl with brown hair and a green apron on her waist walked up to him. "May I help you, sir?"
Darien raised a dark eyebrow at the girl. Obviously she didn't know who he was, and he didn't want her to, so he didn't mention it. "Yes, please. I'm looking for the chef who made the wonderful dinner I had eaten earlier."
The girl cleared her throat quietly. "I'm the chef."
"YOU'RE the chef?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
Yep, she definitely didn't know who he was. "No, I was just surprised-"
"Because I'm a girl?" she asked, eyeing him.
"No, no. Because. you just look. young."
"Oh, well, you shouldn't judge people on appearances."
"Yeah, ok. Well, I came here to thank you for the delicious dinner I ate earlier this eve," Darien said politely.
The girl was taken aback by his sudden hospitality. Her green eyes widen slightly out of surprise, and her thin eyebrows were raises slightly. "Oh. well. thank you."
"No problem." The prince sighed inwardly, glad that she was returning the hospitality. "I don't think I caught your name."
"Lita," the girl replied. "And yours?"
"Prin. Darien," the prince said, catching himself before he said his title. Obviously, he didn't need to catch it, since Lita was already reacting.
Her eyes widen so they looked like big, round, green orbs. "Oh my goodness." She backed up slightly and curtsied. "Please forgive me for my rudeness. I did not know. I'm very, very sorry. I didn't mean it. I just-"
"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand in the air as if pushing it away. "You didn't know, and I'm not like my parents, wanting respect with everything."
Lita let out a sigh of relief. "Ok. Thank you, prince," she said, still bowing her head.
"You don't have to bow to me, or call me prince or any of that royal crud. I hate it. I hate being the prince, and being watched over all the time. I'm surprised my parents didn't send someone in here with me to 'watch over' me. They're so paranoid." He smiled at her.
The girl giggled and glanced up at him to see if he was serious. Once she realized that he was, she lifted her head and returned the smile.
Darien looked around at the kitchen, examining it, considering he had never seen it before. It was large, full of pots, pans, stoves, ovens, utensils, pitches, and many other tools used for cooking. He eyes then rested on a sleeping figure. The figure had long golden hair dripping off the counter top she was sleeping on, and a black dress which accented her figure perfectly.
Lita followed his gaze and smiled. "Yeah, I've gotta go down to her room and have one of the other servants carry her down."
"I'll do it. It's not much trouble. I'll do anything to get away from my parents." The prince chuckled lightly.
"Are you sure? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I can get someone else-"
"I'm positive," he cut in.
"All right. If you insist. I've got to clean up, anyway. Thank you for saving me the trouble."
He smiled then walked over to the sleeping figure, knowing it was Serena. He picked her up gently. To his surprise, she snuggled close to him, resting her head against his chest. He smiled down at her, admiring the angel in his arms. He walked out of the kitchen to the corridor.
His black shoes echoed as they hit the gray stone floor. He and his goddess were alone, and he was happy. Alone in the castle with the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Was it possible? Could this be happening?
The prince entered the servants' area and opened the wooden door of her room. He didn't want to let her go. He wanted to hold her forever. He strolled into the dark room, straining his eyes to get used to the dark. Once they did, he walked into the sleeping area of the room and noticed none of the other servants were there. He didn't care, though. He only cared about the angel in his arms. He set her down on a small cot and kneeled on the floor. He studied her, memorizing every little detail about her. Then, he bent down and gently kissed her on the cheek and stood up, smiling down at her. He turned on his heal and walked towards the door, turning one last time to see her. He smiled and left the room closing the door behind him quietly.
Darien sauntered up the hallway towards his quarters gleefully. He didn't want to leave Serena, but he was happy he got to hold her.
The prince entered his room, changed into his sleeping garments and laid down on his king size bed to sleep. That night, he dreamed of a certain goddess in his dreams, which made him not want to get up the next morning.
***
Serena smiled and snuggled closer to the source of the warmth. She was looking up at a beautiful woman with long silver hair and a man with golden hair like hers. She squealed playfully. Suddenly, everything around her darkened. She struggled to see why, but she could not. The warmth suddenly vanished and she was engulfed in a gray cloud and couldn't see. She tried calling for help, but her cries were not heard. The cold disappeared along with the cloud, but she still couldn't feel that warmth. She cried and wailed, calling for someone, anyone. The silver-haired woman held her and rocked her back and forth, trying to comfort her. She moved her head to see the person that had done this to her.
Serena sat up in bed abruptly. Cold sweat clung to her face and neck. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Her legs did not support her, though, and she fell back onto the bed. She swallowed hard, shaking from the nightmare. It had started out so well, happiness filled her and it seemed to reflect on everyone around her. But then it disappeared and darkness engulfed her. A cold feeling swept through her and she couldn't see or feel anything. No one was there when she needed them.
She tried standing up again and it worked. She walked shakily over to a cup and gripped it with her sweaty hand. She opened the back door and stepped outside, enjoying the breeze that blew past her. She walked slowly over to the well and filled the cup with water. The cool liquid felt good as it trickled down her throat. It was what she needed, after that frightening dream. It wasn't all she needed. She needed to talk to Molly about it. She could always confide in her.
She dropped the cup and ran over to the door, bursting into the room. She skid over to the sleeping area of the room, but stopped suddenly when she realized no one was there. She swallowed and looked around at the empty cots. Where were they? She needed to talk to Molly NOW. Not tomorrow, not a week from now, NOW. But she wasn't here. No one was there and she started panicking. Hot tears pressed into her eyes out of fright from the dream and no one being there. Without warning, she collapsed onto the wooden floor and started sobbing. Fresh tears filled her eyes as old ones spilled out of her eyes and down her cheeks. She needed someone. She was afraid. No one was there. What happened to them? What was going to happen to her?
She fell from her knees and onto her side. She curled up into a ball and hugged her sobbing self. The tears fell onto the brown floor and formed a puddle as more fell. Eventually, her sobbing subsided, but old tears still fell from her cheeks. She hugged herself more tightly, and closed her eyes. Soon enough, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
***
Next morning, blue birds sang joyfully and flowers danced in the breeze. Sunlight seeped through the windows of a room in the servants' quarters and landed on a figure lying on the floor of the room, sleeping.
Serena slept peacefully while sprawled on the floor in the middle of the room. Sleep kept her until someone roused her.
Serena turned on her back, just realizing that she was sleeping on the floor. She sat up abruptly and opened her eyes only to come face to face with Molly.
Molly looked at her confused. "Why are you sleeping on the floor, Serena?"
Serena blinked, trying to search for the answer herself. Then, everything came flooding back to her: the dream and how no one was there. "Molly," Serena began, "where were you last night?"
"You didn't know? I was looking for you. Remember how I told you about the servants' party after we were done serving?"
Serena blinked again, and then it hit her. Molly had told her about a servants' party after the serving. THAT'S where they were last night. "Oh my goodness! I forgot! I'm sorry. But. Molly. I need to talk to you."
Molly nodded. "All right, Serena, but it might be a little more comfortable if you got up off the ground," Molly said and held out her hand for Serena to take.
Serena accepted Molly's hand and stood up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and walked into the other room. She saw Ilene and Molly's mom left them each a piece of toast for breakfast and picked them up from the counter. She handed one to Molly and then the each sat in the two chairs.
Serena told Molly about the dream, and about how she panicked when she didn't see anyone in the room. Molly's expressions showed worry and regret. Once Serena finished, Molly looked at Serena with painful eyes. "I'm sorry, Serena. I should've come back when I didn't see you at the party. I'm really, really sorry." Molly stared at the floor.
"Oh, Molly," Serena said. "You don't have to be sorry. You didn't know. And besides, it was childish of me to act that way. And you know my memory. It's extremely short term. I just wanted to tell you, because I wanted to see what you think about the dream."
"Well, since your past is a mystery to you, maybe you were having a dream about your past," Molly suggested.
"But. why would something attack me? And it didn't seem like I was any younger."
"Did you see yourself?"
Serena shook her head. "No. I only saw from the eyes of the person. I was in a. a bed thing. and then someone picked me up. She was a woman with long silver hair. She was very beautiful."
"Maybe that woman was your mom? And you're too big to be picked up by a woman. So maybe you were a baby or something," said Molly.
"I dunno. All I know is that I was scared half to death, and I don't think I ever wanna have that dream again."
"Well," Molly began again, "just think about it. It could be the only key to your past. Maybe that woman WAS your mother, and still is. Maybe someone did have a reason for attacking you. Maybe you have a more interesting past than what we thought." She looked up at the clock, then back at Serena. "I'd like to stay and talk more about this, but we both have work to do. We can talk about it later tonight. I promise, ok? See ya, Serena!" Molly opened the door and dashed out and down the hall.
The blonde sighed. Maybe Molly was right. Maybe that WAS her mother in the dream. But why would anyone have a reason for attacking her? Could her mother really be evil and the person attacking her just trying to save something, or someone? Was this dream really the key to her past, like Molly said? Or was this just a weird nightmare that people get when they're feeling lonely?
***
Yay! Chapter 5 done! Wow! I can't believe I've gotten this far! I've never gotten this far in a fan fic before. I would always start writing a fan fic, but then never finish it. The farthest I've ever gotten (with an exception of this one) in a fan fic was chapter 3. I would always stop. But now that I have supporters, I can put more into and actually sit down and write, knowing people are waiting for the next part of the story. So I'm happy. I should have more time to write now. School's over, but I'm in 2 plays. One's about to end soon, so I should have a little more time to write. But be sure to e-mail me and encourage me! The more encouragement I get, the more I write! Thanks for reading!
xoxo Sere
Chapter 5 By Princess Serena
Here's chapter 5! Hope you enjoy it! Good job and thanks for reading this far. I wanna recognize some people in this little blog here. First of all, I wanna thank Jbunny for the editor of my story. Thanks so much! I'd also like to thank Mandy for reading my story and giving me so much positive feedback. Thanks you, Dream, for accepting my story and posting it up on your site. I really appreciate it. And thank you, Serenity, Firelightz, Archangel Rhapsody and Usagi Usako Chiba for all of you reading my story on fanfiction.net and reviewing it. Thank you all so much!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters. The only characters that I have the right to own are the ones I make up.
***
In the quiet kitchen lay a 12-year-old girl sprawled across a counter. Her long, golden hair was tangled with her legs and arms. Tiny parts, which had managed to escape the sleeping girl's arms, drifted off the counter.
After Lita had sent out all the other servants, she turned around and saw Serena's sleeping figure and smiled. "You can stay awake, huh?" Lita sighed and started to clean up all of the dishes in the kitchen.
***
The prince stood on the right side of the ballroom door with a smile plastered on his face, and said goodbye as each guest left. His mother and father stood on the other side, doing the same thing, only they were enjoying it. Darien didn't know if his father was, but if he didn't, he sure could act like he did.
Darien shook the hand of a tall, red haired man and his wife, and as the couple turned to the king and queen, he sighed. He glanced down the line of people talking and laughing, and then his dark blue eyes caught Lady Beryl talking with the same girl she was with earlier. He sighed again, and his mother eyed him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. 'Do all mothers know what their children are thinking? Or is it just mine?' Darien thought to himself miserably.
The line moved and the prince bid farewell to more people. Then, unfortunately, Lady Beryl arrived. She walked up smiling her usual flirtatious smile and curtsied. She rose her head slightly so her dark, cold eyes met his. "My prince," she said in her deep voice. "I had a great time tonight and I hope that I will be able to see you again." She bowed her head to the floor again.
'Yeah, well, I hope we don't,' he thought to himself while keeping his smile stuck on his face. "Well, maybe we'll see each other again sometime." He bowed respectfully.
Lady Beryl rose to her feet, still smiling. "Yes, I'll be praying that we'll meet again."
Darien nodded, still his smile. 'Jeez, will this girl ever give up?!'
The raven-haired boy watched as the Lady turned to the king and queen. The queen smiled very happily and hugged her. Beryl hugged back lightly, and then bid her goodbye to them. As she walked out the door, Darien saw her wink at him. He sighed and looked to the golden-rimmed clock. 10:55. He looked back to the line of people. Some just left without even saying goodbye, for they were tired and didn't have time to.
The prince finished up his duties, and then trudged over to a chair and plopped down in it. The king and queen followed, and rested against the back over the chair.
The queen bent down and massaged her ankle. "Well," she stated tiredly. "That was quite fun. We must have another one sometime, don't you agree, Bryan?" (AN: I don't know if I had named the king before, so I am now.)
The king rested his green sleeved arm on the back on the chair his wife was resting in, putting half of his weight on his arm. "I think we should wait a while before we have another one."
The queen sighed. "I guess you're right," she replied, yawning. "It is a lot of work."
The prince was not listening to a word his parents said. He was thinking about the servant girl, and the plan Andrew told him. His thoughts then drifted to how much he loathed Lady Beryl. Ok, not loathed, but disliked. The way she curved her thin, blood red lips into a smile, the way her black eyes looked at him, the way she spoke and flirted with him with her deep, cool, evil voice. Everything about her was evil, and he didn't like her at all.
"Darien, dear?"
"Huh?" he replied, snapping out of his trance.
"Tch, you shouldn't respond like that," his mother scolded. "I makes you look uneducated."
"Yeah, sure. Ok."
The queen sighed. "I'm serious, Darien. Anyway, I want you to go and thank the chef in the kitchen, and tell them that the food was wonderful."
"Sure. I was going to do that anyway," replied Darien, eager to get away from his party-and- education obsessed parents.
The prince turned on his heel and walked rapidly away from the delighted king and queen, and over to the door of the kitchen. He pushed it open and walked in, his eyes searching for the chef.
A girl with brown hair and a green apron on her waist walked up to him. "May I help you, sir?"
Darien raised a dark eyebrow at the girl. Obviously she didn't know who he was, and he didn't want her to, so he didn't mention it. "Yes, please. I'm looking for the chef who made the wonderful dinner I had eaten earlier."
The girl cleared her throat quietly. "I'm the chef."
"YOU'RE the chef?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
Yep, she definitely didn't know who he was. "No, I was just surprised-"
"Because I'm a girl?" she asked, eyeing him.
"No, no. Because. you just look. young."
"Oh, well, you shouldn't judge people on appearances."
"Yeah, ok. Well, I came here to thank you for the delicious dinner I ate earlier this eve," Darien said politely.
The girl was taken aback by his sudden hospitality. Her green eyes widen slightly out of surprise, and her thin eyebrows were raises slightly. "Oh. well. thank you."
"No problem." The prince sighed inwardly, glad that she was returning the hospitality. "I don't think I caught your name."
"Lita," the girl replied. "And yours?"
"Prin. Darien," the prince said, catching himself before he said his title. Obviously, he didn't need to catch it, since Lita was already reacting.
Her eyes widen so they looked like big, round, green orbs. "Oh my goodness." She backed up slightly and curtsied. "Please forgive me for my rudeness. I did not know. I'm very, very sorry. I didn't mean it. I just-"
"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand in the air as if pushing it away. "You didn't know, and I'm not like my parents, wanting respect with everything."
Lita let out a sigh of relief. "Ok. Thank you, prince," she said, still bowing her head.
"You don't have to bow to me, or call me prince or any of that royal crud. I hate it. I hate being the prince, and being watched over all the time. I'm surprised my parents didn't send someone in here with me to 'watch over' me. They're so paranoid." He smiled at her.
The girl giggled and glanced up at him to see if he was serious. Once she realized that he was, she lifted her head and returned the smile.
Darien looked around at the kitchen, examining it, considering he had never seen it before. It was large, full of pots, pans, stoves, ovens, utensils, pitches, and many other tools used for cooking. He eyes then rested on a sleeping figure. The figure had long golden hair dripping off the counter top she was sleeping on, and a black dress which accented her figure perfectly.
Lita followed his gaze and smiled. "Yeah, I've gotta go down to her room and have one of the other servants carry her down."
"I'll do it. It's not much trouble. I'll do anything to get away from my parents." The prince chuckled lightly.
"Are you sure? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I can get someone else-"
"I'm positive," he cut in.
"All right. If you insist. I've got to clean up, anyway. Thank you for saving me the trouble."
He smiled then walked over to the sleeping figure, knowing it was Serena. He picked her up gently. To his surprise, she snuggled close to him, resting her head against his chest. He smiled down at her, admiring the angel in his arms. He walked out of the kitchen to the corridor.
His black shoes echoed as they hit the gray stone floor. He and his goddess were alone, and he was happy. Alone in the castle with the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Was it possible? Could this be happening?
The prince entered the servants' area and opened the wooden door of her room. He didn't want to let her go. He wanted to hold her forever. He strolled into the dark room, straining his eyes to get used to the dark. Once they did, he walked into the sleeping area of the room and noticed none of the other servants were there. He didn't care, though. He only cared about the angel in his arms. He set her down on a small cot and kneeled on the floor. He studied her, memorizing every little detail about her. Then, he bent down and gently kissed her on the cheek and stood up, smiling down at her. He turned on his heal and walked towards the door, turning one last time to see her. He smiled and left the room closing the door behind him quietly.
Darien sauntered up the hallway towards his quarters gleefully. He didn't want to leave Serena, but he was happy he got to hold her.
The prince entered his room, changed into his sleeping garments and laid down on his king size bed to sleep. That night, he dreamed of a certain goddess in his dreams, which made him not want to get up the next morning.
***
Serena smiled and snuggled closer to the source of the warmth. She was looking up at a beautiful woman with long silver hair and a man with golden hair like hers. She squealed playfully. Suddenly, everything around her darkened. She struggled to see why, but she could not. The warmth suddenly vanished and she was engulfed in a gray cloud and couldn't see. She tried calling for help, but her cries were not heard. The cold disappeared along with the cloud, but she still couldn't feel that warmth. She cried and wailed, calling for someone, anyone. The silver-haired woman held her and rocked her back and forth, trying to comfort her. She moved her head to see the person that had done this to her.
Serena sat up in bed abruptly. Cold sweat clung to her face and neck. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Her legs did not support her, though, and she fell back onto the bed. She swallowed hard, shaking from the nightmare. It had started out so well, happiness filled her and it seemed to reflect on everyone around her. But then it disappeared and darkness engulfed her. A cold feeling swept through her and she couldn't see or feel anything. No one was there when she needed them.
She tried standing up again and it worked. She walked shakily over to a cup and gripped it with her sweaty hand. She opened the back door and stepped outside, enjoying the breeze that blew past her. She walked slowly over to the well and filled the cup with water. The cool liquid felt good as it trickled down her throat. It was what she needed, after that frightening dream. It wasn't all she needed. She needed to talk to Molly about it. She could always confide in her.
She dropped the cup and ran over to the door, bursting into the room. She skid over to the sleeping area of the room, but stopped suddenly when she realized no one was there. She swallowed and looked around at the empty cots. Where were they? She needed to talk to Molly NOW. Not tomorrow, not a week from now, NOW. But she wasn't here. No one was there and she started panicking. Hot tears pressed into her eyes out of fright from the dream and no one being there. Without warning, she collapsed onto the wooden floor and started sobbing. Fresh tears filled her eyes as old ones spilled out of her eyes and down her cheeks. She needed someone. She was afraid. No one was there. What happened to them? What was going to happen to her?
She fell from her knees and onto her side. She curled up into a ball and hugged her sobbing self. The tears fell onto the brown floor and formed a puddle as more fell. Eventually, her sobbing subsided, but old tears still fell from her cheeks. She hugged herself more tightly, and closed her eyes. Soon enough, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
***
Next morning, blue birds sang joyfully and flowers danced in the breeze. Sunlight seeped through the windows of a room in the servants' quarters and landed on a figure lying on the floor of the room, sleeping.
Serena slept peacefully while sprawled on the floor in the middle of the room. Sleep kept her until someone roused her.
Serena turned on her back, just realizing that she was sleeping on the floor. She sat up abruptly and opened her eyes only to come face to face with Molly.
Molly looked at her confused. "Why are you sleeping on the floor, Serena?"
Serena blinked, trying to search for the answer herself. Then, everything came flooding back to her: the dream and how no one was there. "Molly," Serena began, "where were you last night?"
"You didn't know? I was looking for you. Remember how I told you about the servants' party after we were done serving?"
Serena blinked again, and then it hit her. Molly had told her about a servants' party after the serving. THAT'S where they were last night. "Oh my goodness! I forgot! I'm sorry. But. Molly. I need to talk to you."
Molly nodded. "All right, Serena, but it might be a little more comfortable if you got up off the ground," Molly said and held out her hand for Serena to take.
Serena accepted Molly's hand and stood up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and walked into the other room. She saw Ilene and Molly's mom left them each a piece of toast for breakfast and picked them up from the counter. She handed one to Molly and then the each sat in the two chairs.
Serena told Molly about the dream, and about how she panicked when she didn't see anyone in the room. Molly's expressions showed worry and regret. Once Serena finished, Molly looked at Serena with painful eyes. "I'm sorry, Serena. I should've come back when I didn't see you at the party. I'm really, really sorry." Molly stared at the floor.
"Oh, Molly," Serena said. "You don't have to be sorry. You didn't know. And besides, it was childish of me to act that way. And you know my memory. It's extremely short term. I just wanted to tell you, because I wanted to see what you think about the dream."
"Well, since your past is a mystery to you, maybe you were having a dream about your past," Molly suggested.
"But. why would something attack me? And it didn't seem like I was any younger."
"Did you see yourself?"
Serena shook her head. "No. I only saw from the eyes of the person. I was in a. a bed thing. and then someone picked me up. She was a woman with long silver hair. She was very beautiful."
"Maybe that woman was your mom? And you're too big to be picked up by a woman. So maybe you were a baby or something," said Molly.
"I dunno. All I know is that I was scared half to death, and I don't think I ever wanna have that dream again."
"Well," Molly began again, "just think about it. It could be the only key to your past. Maybe that woman WAS your mother, and still is. Maybe someone did have a reason for attacking you. Maybe you have a more interesting past than what we thought." She looked up at the clock, then back at Serena. "I'd like to stay and talk more about this, but we both have work to do. We can talk about it later tonight. I promise, ok? See ya, Serena!" Molly opened the door and dashed out and down the hall.
The blonde sighed. Maybe Molly was right. Maybe that WAS her mother in the dream. But why would anyone have a reason for attacking her? Could her mother really be evil and the person attacking her just trying to save something, or someone? Was this dream really the key to her past, like Molly said? Or was this just a weird nightmare that people get when they're feeling lonely?
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Yay! Chapter 5 done! Wow! I can't believe I've gotten this far! I've never gotten this far in a fan fic before. I would always start writing a fan fic, but then never finish it. The farthest I've ever gotten (with an exception of this one) in a fan fic was chapter 3. I would always stop. But now that I have supporters, I can put more into and actually sit down and write, knowing people are waiting for the next part of the story. So I'm happy. I should have more time to write now. School's over, but I'm in 2 plays. One's about to end soon, so I should have a little more time to write. But be sure to e-mail me and encourage me! The more encouragement I get, the more I write! Thanks for reading!
xoxo Sere
