Chapter 12
Later that night Misty silently got up and walked back to her castle.
She was sure that she looked dreadful. Her hair was so wet from her tears that her dark, black curls were now damp, and they stuck to the top of her forehead. Her face was pale, yet expressionless.
It was as if Misty was lost inside herself. She didn't believe what she saw, and somehow she wouldn't let herself. She simply lingered back to the castle, her footsteps small and quiet.
When she reached the darkness of the castle she didn't do anything, or say anything. She passed Jess on her way to her room, but didn't speak. She didn't even look at Jess. She simply kept her eyes forward, determined to find a way out of the darkness.
The castle was so quiet that she thought she heard whispers all around her. She shook her head and realized once again that tears were falling down her face.
She reached her room, and lit a candle, burning her hand as she lit a match. She didn't care; she was so numb.
She fell and hit her damp, cold floor. She screamed as she sat on her knees, clutching her hair.
All she could do that night was cry, and imagine a world better than this. She eventually fell asleep.
Misty awoke the next morning, her face damp, and her mouth dry. She cursed at the sun, piercing a light that burned her eyes.
She sat up, not wanting to ever awake to another morning again.
She dressed herself, and splashed water on her face.
She imagined herself diving into a pool of sparkling water while washing her face.
She had to reach the top of the water before she ran out of breath, but she couldn't. She swam as fast as her arms would allow her, but she couldn't go anywhere, she couldn't breath.
Just then Misty felt warm hands circling around her own arms and pulling her up.
Misty drew a deep breath and opened her eyes. She was standing in her room, and her face and hair were soaked. She must have held her head under the bowl full of water she used to wash her face every day.
Jess was standing behind her; with a beyond worried look on her face. She was crying as well.
"You can not do this miss. You can't live this way! I told you not to go after him, but you wouldn't listen. You shut me out. You can't do this, you just, cant." Jess said, her voice on the edge of cracking.
Misty paused, not saying anything. She really did love Jess like a mother; she cared so much. Misty just wasn't ready, for anything.
"I don't want to talk." Misty said, not showing any emotion as she walked out of her room, ignoring Jess's calls.
She silently walked outside, cradling her arms, shocked by how cold it had become.
It started to rain, and she let the raindrops fall on her, pretending they were diamonds falling from the white, cloudy sky. She ran towards the stream on her property.
She sat down on a rock that was placed above the stream right next to a tiny waterfall.
She stuck her toes into the water and twirled the around, despite the bitter coldness.
Something caught her eye and Misty turned her head. She walked towards a bush, covered in flowers that were just like the one's she saw right after the ball. Only these were crumpled, and brown. They had lost their color and magic she had saw the other day. They silently swayed in the whispering wind. She picked one from the bush, and twirled it around her fingers as she sat down on the rock and clutched her knees. Then she threw the flower into the stream, and watched it flow down, quietly until it sunk, deep underneath the water.
Then she laid down on the cold, hard rock, and blacked out.
"I told you not to, but you did. You never listen, and now it could be the death of you." Misty heard Jess mumbling.
Misty was shaking, and she had a blanket wrapped around her, and she was deathly cold. It was raining, no sleeting, which meant she was outside.
"Jess, what's going on?" Misty said, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt like she had no energy left inside her body. Jess was practically carrying her.
"You went out, and it's starting to get cold. We should be expecting our first snow anytime now. You must have fainted or something, because I came to look for you, and you were lying there. You scared me so much Misty. Please, promise me, you wont ever, ever do that again." Jess was shaking as well, and her voice was pleading.
"I promise Jess." It was all Misty could do to speak. She had never felt this way before; it was if she was living a dream. Her body was limp, but she was still moving.
Once inside the castle Misty heard voices. She recognized them as her stepfather, Sophie, and Zaine.
"Yes, we have set a date and everything, it's truly wonderful. I'm so excited. It's like a fairytale!" Sophie's giddy voice spoke the clearest.
"That's wonderful Sophie, I'm so glad that you're happy. Zaine, you really think you're good enough for my girl?" Misty's stepfather spoke, in his extremely false voice.
Misty was walking farther and farther away from the voices, but she couldn't do anything to help herself.
"Yes, I love your daughter--" Zaine spoke; his voice had no tone at all, and he sounded like he was dead, which terrified Misty.
Suddenly Misty had all the energy in the world, as she ripped the blanket off of herself, letting her wet curls fall down her shoulder. And as much as Jess pleaded and protested, Misty fought her curse and walked towards the room in which the voices were. She saw, to her complete horror Zaine standing next to Sophie, with her arms wrapped around his stomach.
"She is the one I want to marry." Zaine finished, as he looked toward Sophie smiling (but this was not his usual smile, Misty had seen his usual smile) his voice scared Misty more than anything in the world.
That was it. Misty wasn't going to take it anymore. She screamed, and lunged toward Sophie, landing on top of her. She hit her face, and grabbed her hair.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM YOU WITCH?!" Misty screamed, trying desperately to hurt Sophie.
"I didn't… do… anything… get off of me! You're… hurting me!" Sophie screamed.
Misty's stepfather tried to pull Misty off, but jumped back, after Misty bit him. Zaine just sat in his chair, his eyes glazed over, and his face blank.
"YOU DID SOMETHING. HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU! WHO WOULD?" Misty let all of her anger out.
"GET…OFF…ME YOU…--" Sophie started, but spat out blood and started coughing instead.
"I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR HAIR OUT!" Misty was unstoppable, it was as if she wasn't herself.
"That's quite enough." A dark voice spoke that Misty would never not recognize.
Then, quite suddenly, Misty felt a sudden pain surge through her body, which made her scream and jump off of Sophie, who now had a cut across her cheek from Misty's finger nails.
"You stupid, ugly, git! What were you thinking? I will marry Zaine if I have to kill you to get to him!" Sophie said, her eyes full of anger and frustration.
Misty spit on Sophie, causing Sophie to jump back and raise her hand as if she was going to smack Misty.
"Misty, go down to the basement, someone will be waiting for you." Misty's stepmother said, quietly and calmly as she rubbed her stomach.
Misty fought as long as she could, which was a few minutes.
"Zaine, don't listen to them! They've done something to you!" Misty screamed, trying to step towards Zaine.
But then the pain returned, and she screamed, it was as if a thousand knives were stabbing her all over her body.
She turned to leave the room, and once she was out, she rested her head on the door.
"Now, about your wedding darling. I must really congratulate you, it is so wonderful. When was the date again?" Her stepmother spoke as if nothing happened.
Misty felt as if she were going to scream again. She ran down the long stairs that leaded downwards.
There was a guard there and he grabbed Misty's arm, thrusting her down the rest of the stairs, yelling at her to walk faster.
Misty wasn't listening though. She was too busy taking in everything that had just happened. Every time she thought it was going to be okay, something happened. And every time she tried to simply breathe, she got hurt.
"In here." The guard grunted, tightly throwing Misty into the same dungeon she had been trapped in when she was brought here.
The guard left, and when Misty was completely alone, she looked around nervously. Silence had never helped Misty; it only made her realize that she was completely alone.
Misty looked out her tiny barred window. The sky was a dark gray, and the trees and grass no longer sparkled. It was cold, and sleet pierced Misty's skin.
She slid down the wall, and landed hard on the dirty floor. She put her face in her hands and muffled a silent scream. She started to cry again.
Once again, she was trapped inside her cage.
"Wake up! By the love of God, wake up!" A voice spoke in the quietness of the dark.
Misty opened her eyes, and saw the gleam of her stepmother.
The fire from the torches reflected from her eyes, and it was as if she glowed with anger.
"What do you think you were doing out there? Do you think you actually have a right to act like that?" Her stepmother said, pushing Misty hard against the stonewall.
"I have any right to stop what ever you're doing to Zaine. It's you who doesn't have any right." Misty said quietly, looking everywhere but her stepmother's eyes.
Just then her stepmother slapped her across the face, and oddly Misty began to bleed.
"Let's get one thing straight first. You have no rights. None, what so ever. So don't think you can go and attack my daughter like that. And secondly, my daughter will marry Zaine and there's nothing you can do about it." She spoke harshly, almost as madly as Sophie.
"Only because you poisoned him with your potions." Misty said, still clutching her cheek.
Her stepmother punched her in the eye.
"I have no potions, and I did not poison him. He is marrying my daughter because he loves her. He doesn't love you, so get that out of your thick head.
"He's loved me more than he can ever love your daughter, and that's the memory that will keep me going, no matter how much you beat, curse, or eve poison me." Misty said, trying her best to smile.
Her stepmother kicked her shin, hard, which made Sophie fall to the ground. She kicked Sophie all over until Misty cried out in pain.
"You will continue working here, and you will not attack my daughter." She leaned down to clutch Misty's chin, to make sure that she would see and listen.
"Believe me, if you ruin this for my daughter, then I can easily make your life worse than it already is."
Misty suddenly saw Jess being tortured and Zaine bleeding from the head.
"STOP IT! Leave me alone!" Misty said, opening her eyes only to hear her stepmother laughing.
She closed her eyes and cried out of frustration and pain.
uthors note: Wow, a lot of anger and frustration in this chappie. I guess I've got a lot of anger and frustration. Sometimes I think you can tell how a person is thinking or feeling by what they write.
Whatever…this is ur new chappie! Hope you like it…I'll try to update soon.
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