Try To Believe

Plot: Magenta musings as she stands under a dark Transylvanian sky outside the castle. Read and Review, please!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Richard O'Brien, brilliant guy that wrote the Rocky Horror Picture Show. As much as I'd like them to, they do not belong to me. The song "I'll Try" also is not my own. It is a song from the Disney movie "Return to Neverland". Only the idea of this story is my own. So, don't sue.

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A cold chill overtook the castle grounds on that misty evening. A young woman stood in the foyer, resignedly finishing her task of scrubbing the stone-tiled walls. Her red hair blew in the wind and a pale shade crossed her face, for it was cold out. Her green eyes stood out above anything. So deep and wide, yet they could never tell what was lurking in her mind. She was only about sixteen, yet any child that remained part of her spirit was gone, displacing a cheer that must have once resided in her eyes. A tear grazed her cheek, and she hurriedly wiped it away, not wanting anyone to see her cry.

I am not a child now

I can take care of myself

Turning her head to look at the mysterious night sky filled with stars, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It was her old doll that she had brought with her those two years ago, when she had first arrived at the castle. Once beautiful with red hair and green eyes, much like herself, it had faded, the stitches ripped and the beautiful red hair weathered with two years of withstanding torrents of rain, snow and the occasional duststorm. She remembered dropping the doll out of her hands and trying to go back to get it, yet her employer, who demanded she call him Master, would not let her retrieve Madeleine, as she was called. He told her she was too old at fourteen for toys and instead had to cook, clean, and do any other task he wanted, no questions asked. She had taken his harsh words to heart, never letting herself forget them. Refusing to let herself give in to the childish emotions she'd suppressed for so long, she threw the doll into the distance, not caring what happened to it.

I'm too tired to listen

I'm too old to believe

All these childish stories

There is no such thing

As faith

And trust

And pixie dust...

She remembered how her brother (the only companion she had ever been able to count on had tried to make her believe again, believe in hope, believe that one day they'd be free of their servantile jobs serving a man who didn't even appreciate them. His tender words whispered into her ear as she went to sleep every night failed. She couldn't believe, no matter what. Still, the splendor of the stars, so brightly in contrast to the nearly dark night, remained even though nothing else held any magic or hope for her. She only believed in the love between her and her brother. That would always be there. She was certain of it. Her brother, whose only thoughts of happiness and hope laid in her. Through his pale blue eyes burned an undying and everlasting love. He would always be her protector.

I try, but it's so hard to believe

I try, but I can't see what you see

I'll try, I'll try...

I'll try...

Sighing again, the domestic took her mop and bucket inside, only to return a moment later to look again at the white moon in the Transylvanian sky, at rest among the stars. Overcome by its beauty, another tear fell from her eyes. True to form, she blinked it away and went back in, pulling her shoulders back, tossing her wild red hair, totally recomposed.

You won't see me cry

I'm fine...

I'm fine.

Fin.