"Can you believe it's been 18 months since you showed up here?! Happy Birthday Kat! " Rosaline chuckled giving me a tight squeeze. Today was my birthday I've finally turned 18. But this isn't a happy occasion. I'm still stuck in his prison this hell. Since the branding incident I decided to "behave". Long hours I would sit quietly during prayers and stare at my book, I avoided all eye contact with Snake allowing that slimball to believe my spirit truly had broken, I didn't speak out or raise my voice. I disappeared like a speck of dust off a painter's blank canvas. My hair had grown considerably longer along with Rosaline's who's ebony colored threads reached her midsection. She never gave up trying to make me smile even though I haven't even laughed at her jokes or even tried to fake a smile. Her company only comforts the emptiness in my lifeless soul temporarily. Not enough to fill the void.
"Uh huh." I poked at my stale bread accusingly. How many weeks has it been left out to have turned this stale?
"Guess what though?" Rosaline buzzed snapping her fingers to garner my attention.
"What?" My murky emerald eyes snapped forward challenging her hazel ones as my eyebrow shifted into a questionable angle.
"Talent show at the Queen's banquet this year." Rosaline placed her hands to together sighing and leaning her head dazingly. "Roses and flowers, lively gowns, sparking scenery, dreamy guys, and beautiful music galore"
"And how does this effect us?" I rolled my eyes poking at my bread boredly again with my fork. It cracked unde my forceful poking.
"Because there's a talent show portion going on in the old gymnasium today, the winners will have the chance to perform and leave this facility for the night, and a little birdy told me that maybe we could attract enough attention and maybe escape." Rosaline winked. My ears perked up when I heard escape leave her lips, its sweet endeavor called to me, tempted but alas confused me. Even if I escape where will I go? I have nowhere. No one.
As if reading my mind Rosaline smiled. "You still have me silly. Anywhere we want to go. The world is our canvas, together we'll paint a masterpiece"
"Loon" I muttered still trying to inpatiently wait for her respond to the topic.
"Alright when we win the talent contest we can cause a scene or accident while they try to fix it we can sneak offstage into the crowd and escape. Simple." Rosaline smiled devilishly. "I can sing what about you? What's your talent?"
"I have none" I rolled my eyes annoyed at this point. Escaping can't be that simple besides I don't have a talent!
"You muttered something about dancing when you were unconcious and I tried to wake you up" She bite her lip unsure.
"I used to do ballot" Putting an emphasis on the word used to.
"Good your going to do ballot. It's in fifteen minutes. We won't have time to rehearse but I know we will rock this audition!" Rosaline clapped her hands grinning ear to ear.
"What? I told you..."
"Can you imagine total Freedom? I can and you will join me on this journey now lets go early." She took my hand not even waiting for me to respond. She's right I want.. No I need to get out of here now!
"Fine. Lets get this thing over with" Growling under my breath I tightened my fists momentarily before realizing them.
"You're special I can tell" Rosaline muttered before I could disagree she opened the long narrow doors to the old gymnasium it creaked open to the force of her pushing. Hundreds of members crowds sat in rows in the area each waiting in a long line to perform on the darkly lite stage, a few select members stood on the section closest to the stage each taking a seat at their table, Each member judged each contestant accordingly, their head being there as well as Snake. He narrows his eye at me before smirking, my instinct to glare back almost took effect but momentarily I suppressed it and looked away. Following a group of girls we entered the changing room behind the stage. Inside the oldened changing rooms was stacks and stacks of materials containing an assortment of wigs, hula hoops, knives and other mundane items used in shows.
"Here found the ballot shoes and tutu I hope you don't mind that its black. Pink really suits you but I can't find it in your color." Rosaline smiled handing me the blackened tutu, worn down ballot shoes and tights.
" Black the color worn to mourn the deceased. Black being darkness the opposite of light. Black the color of ash and soot which is engulfed by flames. The ashes leave no trace of life. Just my color"
"Your being gloomy again. Besides I'm glad you love it. Good luck on your audition. " Rosaline smiled Putin on some glasess. "Need these glasses your gonna shine like the sun I don't want to go blind."
"Pst" I scoffled ignoring her and grabbing a number tag off the wall. Number 134 it spelled in pale red letters. The symbol of the cult on the upper corner of the card.
"Number 101" the loud speaker boomed a small petite blond stepped up dressed in a sparkle filled red mini dress a mic in her hands.
"Seems like very ones singing" muttered Rosaline she seemed somewhat displeased.
"Next! 102!" The speakers boomed sadly the girl could not sing a beat evento save her life.
"Kat I forgot to tell you something" Rosaline frowned. "It's about the winners of this talent contest..."
"What?" I stared into her eyes she looked ways staring at the ground while scratching her arms.
"They..."