Hey guys. So this is just something short that I had to write for a class at one point, so I apologize if it sucks. But I thought I'd change it to make it about Violet and Clementine.
Summary: Violet is troubled with the fact that her parents have set her up with an arranged marriage. Now she must find a way to prevent it in order to reunite with the one she truly loved.
Violet paced back and forth. The dull thud of her boots against the wood floor creating a rhythmic sound. Four steps forward, turn, four steps back. She'd been at it for nearly two hours now, and being cramped in this confining space was slowly driving her insane.
How badly she wanted to run. To run away and never come back. She thought about the window, perhaps that would be a route of escape. When she would look out, she could see the gate at the end of the backyard. The gate that led to freedom, freedom beyond the walls of this room, freedom to make her own decisions when she wanted to. The gate that would take her into the woods and lead her to Clementine.
How badly she wanted to climb down from the window, but the height from the third story prevented her descent. She could still try and make a jump of it, but was a broken arm really worth the freedom? Maybe if she would have kept her mouth shut she wouldn't be in this position. It was all so frustrating, like trying to solve geometry questions in math class at school. Who cares what angles A and B were in comparison to the bigger triangle? Like honestly.
Inside, she kind of already knew they were going to take it badly. But, still, how dare they make this decision for her! Who were they to decide who she can and can't love! They couldn't control her heart. She loved who she loved, and no one could tell her otherwise.
She wanted to leave, be with the one she truly loved. Not be tied down to who they thought was perfect for her. It'd be just like they had planned many times before, they'ed meet up at their usual spot down by the lake, you know, the one where the surface shined like stained glass when the sun would set. They'ed go there, then run into the woods and never look back. Just her and Clementine.
Sadly, that was no longer an option. Violet's parents had locked her in her room until the wedding would be held. She gave a disgusted sigh at the thought. Just because he had money and she was beautiful didn't mean she had to love him. In fact, she didn't love anyone who was referred to as "him", not even her father. Or at least, not anymore.
Her whole life she felt trapped. Trapped in this role of life where everyone has to be perfect for society. She guessed that was why her parents had flipped when she told them about Clementine. It was such a stupid mistake thinking her parents would accept it. She should have just run away as they had planned to.
She ran a hand through her hair but stopped to admire the silky golden strands. At this point, they reached almost past her waist. It had all started with her hair, hadn't it? Her beautiful, long, blonde hair. Her mother used to say her hair shined like golden wheat fields in the summer sun. She smiled at the thought, but it quickly diminished at the realization. It was all her damned hair's fault. This guy didn't care about her, just the image she gave him. All he cared about was her looks, more importantly, her hair. He didn't know a damn thing about her other than she had the most beautiful hair in the whole school. Everyone always talked about it, but he didn't know how her eyes shined like emeralds in the moonlight, Clementine's words, not hers. But it was true. How is she supposed to love someone she's hardly ever met? What is she going to do? Marry the guy just because he's the first person to walk through that door? It was all her stupid parent's fault for trapping her in here.
She ran her hand through the long strands again as if trying to detangle the golden locks. Then a picture off to the side caught her attention. Or, more importantly, the glass frame that covered it. It was the picture of her and her mom and dad, back before all the fighting had started, back before it felt like life was imprisonment. Violet picked it up from the spot on her bedside table and clutched the picture frame in her hand. She wasn't going to sit around and wait for someone to rescue her. This wasn't a fairy tale, she was going to get herself out.
With one swift motion, she swung her arm down and slammed the photo down onto the ground, shards of glass-like crystals scattered across the ground as the contact shattered the frame. Not caring about the loud crash or the mess it created. She picked up a fairly large piece that she could grip in her hand. She felt drops of blood seep from her hand where the edges of the shard bit into flesh as she clutched it tight in her grasp. She was stopping this wedding one way or another. He agreed to marry her because she was beautiful, right? Oh, she'd give them beautiful.
She gripped her hair into a bunch, streaks of red now amongst the yellow strands. Then taking the makeshift knife she pressed the edge to the strands and cut the long locks. Strips of hair longer than ten inches fell to the floor, leaving behind a mess of short and uneven strands that barely reached her shoulders. She dropped the piece of glass and looked at herself in a small mirror she kept on her dresser. It looked terrible, completely uneven and filled with split ends. A red tinge to the places she had swiped with her hand that had been pierced by the glass. There was no way he'd take her now. Only Clementine would love her for who she truly was.
She smiled when she heard footsteps climbing the stairs to the highest bedroom in the house, her parents asking what had crashed to the floor on their way up. This was it, she was finally getting out. For no one could tell her who she loved. Her heart belonged to someone else and she wasn't about to be tied down to some rich guy because her parents said so. She was finally setting herself free.