I could no longer hold the tears back… I didn't know why… I just couldn't… I started to sob, they started to pour down my face, I couldn't take any of this anymore…
"Will! Elizabeth!" I called out, trying to get someone to help me… just to care about me…
I felt someone grab me fiercely by the arms, I didn't know what I should do… therefore, I did the last thing that I could think of… I started to scream, and struggle. I wanted whoever had me to let me go. "Leave me alone!" I screamed. "Let go of me!"
They where to strong, I couldn't get out of there grasp, they where dragging me! Pulling my helpless body along the wooden ground of the ship deck for several feet before lifting me up.
They had no reason to be doing this to me… I was only a child… a small, young, frightened child who had just told my father that I hated him… Was this how it was all going to end? Where they going to take me onto there ship and kill me?
Truly, it was the only explanation that I could think of… there was no other reason that they would be kidnapping me like this. But who would rescue me? Surely father would not to such a thing after the words that I had spoken to him…
My mouth was dry; I could no longer talk… I couldn't yell or cry for help… I was in the grasp of these people, and they where not going to let me go… why would they listen to me anyway? There older, bigger, stronger, smarter… (Actually, I'm not so sure about that last one…)
As my eyes looked around the deck of the ship, all that I could see was fighting and battle, no one even noticed me… until it was visible… William Turner looked directly at me. All that I was able to do was mouth of the words 'Help me'.
I wasn't even sure how clearly that I had said it… but I think that it was clear enough…
Will dashed towards me with a sword at hand.
"Let go of her!" He screamed, it was not at all hard to tell that he was ready to fight, if they did not put me down, they'd be dead…
I was indeed dropped to the ground, falling on my bruised skull.
Will took hold of my hand and pulled me away, back down into the room that father had waned me to stay out of.
"I don't care what Jack told you." Will said with secure concern. "Stay down here, don't come up unless someone gets you. Understand?"
I nodded, to afraid to make any other movement… I had just about lost my life; I probably would be dead by now if Will had not come to my rescue…
Hours had passed with little sign that the battle would be ending soon… it seemed that I would be here by myself for at least a week until one final shot made its way past my ear… all that I could do was pray we won the battle… that no one who I had befriended was now going to lay dead in front of my very eyes.
I quietly moved my feet upstairs, not stopping to any noises… until I hear the voice of my father…
I couldn't tell if he was talking to himself, or to someone else, but it didn't matter… his words where still the same… It was so clear what he said… I didn't even have to ask myself if I heard it right…
"I'm supposed to love her… I can't though…" He said quietly. Something in my heart said that he was talking about me… "Sometimes I just think we'd both be better off without Vivian… I wish that girl was never born!" He had slightly yelled the last words, most likely thinking that I was still hiding.
The tears fell down my cheeks as I ran back into my bedroom, sobbing quietly into my pillow. I wasn't going to stop the tears this time, I had no need to… my father hated me, and it was my fault… it was me who had started it, who had said that I hated him first…
"Vivian?"
I perked my head up. Seeing Elizabeth staring at my red, swollen eyes… "Are you alright? What happened?" She asked coming down to my height. Her hand placed itself on my head, stroking my dark messy hair.
"Nothing…" I mumbled. "I'm okay…" I couldn't help but let more of my tears fall as I spoke… even if I knew all that did was make it worse…
"You don't look okay…" Elizabeth said. It was not at all hard to tell that she was worried about me…
I hated that… I didn't want anyone to be worried about me… all that I wanted right now was for everyone to leave me alone…
"Um… I'm going to take a nap…" I spoke quietly. The sentence was all that I could think to say that might get her to leave me alone…
It didn't work…
"Tell me what's going on Vivian…" She said with a sigh.
My lower lip trembled as I tried to keep from sobbing.
"Has anyone ever said anything bad about you? I mean, someone who you thought loved you… said something really bad about you that you weren't supposed to hear?"
"What did they say?" Elizabeth asked, now sounding more curious than concerned.
"He…" I started, "I mean… daddy… said that it would be better if I where never born…"
I won't be able to update again till next week. I'm going on vacation. But have fun reading, please review.