I'm sorry for not Updating! I have a crapload of work for school. ._. Sorry. Anyways, Here is the Third Chapter.
Warnings:
Strictly Religious people shouldn't read this unless you completely want to.
There is indeed child abuse in here ( I DO NOT APPROVE OF CHILD ABUSE. So don't bitch that I wrote about it, okay?) Because there is a somewhat happy ending.
Alright. That's it! Please Enjoy. Review if you want to~
Stepping into this room was like stepping into a room in a fucking castle. The walls were different, not stone anymore, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. There was a crème colored illusion blocking the way. The paint on it swirled and tickled my eyes…If that could even be possible. "Well Damn." I said, taking it all in. Apparently, there were wooden steps to the upper bunk bed. How tall was the room? Twelve feet? Well, this place was tall. It's nearly me stacked on myself again. Gallant radiating oil lamps mimicked our figures on the walls. Cross swords hung on the ceiling, next to an electric chandelier. The chandelier wasn't big. But it wasn't small either. It was a perfect size. How large is this place? It makes me upset that I don't know a thing. I shuffled in my shoes. It's even so nice and warm. The covers on the beds were blue and soft looking. I wanted to jump on one and bury myself in it until I couldn't breathe. But being the supposedly mature person I am, I stood there and continued to furthermore look like an idiot. Two white dressers were lined up against the side of the walls. I walked up to my bunk and sat down, taking out my journal in a flash.
When you enter the door, there is a set of bunk beds to the right and left. They are vertical, facing the door, but against to walls. To the left of the door, before the bunk bed, there is a bathroom. It is simple, but looks like it can complete the room to look like an elegant beach or something. To the right of the door, before the bunk bed, there is a closet, the same size as the restroom. It is divided into four. One for each person, I guess. There are eight oil lamps. Each looks large. It'll take a while for them to run out of oil. They are evenly distributed along the wall, which looks nice cus the room is longer than it is wide. It's perfectly fitting. Past the bunk beds are two desks. Each has a pretty looking lantern to each side of it. It's still an ocean-y looking place. Crème walls and blue sheets. But then there is a white curtain. Maddie opened it. (Maddie is my room mate for the year or four, I think.) There is a balcony with equally beautiful design on the walls. It reminds me of the balconies in Italy. There are some Latin inscriptions on the white rails. It really is beautiful. But I told her to shut the door because it's snowing outside.
I finished, shutting the leather journal. Soft music blew in from the hallways. It sounded like a piano was playing in the lobby or something. I headed down the stairs in the room. It was nothing more than four steps, but still. They were steps. "When does first period start tomorrow?" I asked openly. I leaned in about the room. There was probably something secret the people hid. And I want to find it. I mean, who wouldn't, right?
"Um… Seven thirty." Maddie's soft, whisper like voice murmured to me. I nodded a thanks and shoved my room key into my pocket. Only a few people are accepted here…By why is the campus so freaking big? I can hardly make my way to the lobby without getting lost. But I'm a big girl. I managed to get my lazy ass down to see who was playing the music. Lo and Behold. Indeed, a person was playing the piano in the lobby. How did I pass that before? Did I just… get distracted? Oh well then. I lifted my foot, about to take the last step down before I found myself on the floor.
Pain reflected in my eyes and I probably muttered some curse words. I opened my groggy eyes. Green? When the hell did the ceiling turn green? "Oh. Are you okay?" A calm voice asked me. I lifted my arm and pushed the man aside.
"Jackass." I mumbled, getting up and rubbing my head angrily. It's not like he had heard me anyways, so why give a damn.
"Ah, But miss! Are you okay? I'm so sorry for hurting you! Let me take you to the nurse." He insisted, grabbing onto my elbow. I shrugged it off, a scowl already painted onto my pale face.
"Fuck off. I'm fine." I grumbled, starting to walk in the opposite direction. When I glanced back, he looked rather hurt that I refused his help. "I-I really am okay. But if you want to take me to the nurse, then fine. It'll be your fault if she gets pissed." I growled, walking back to the green eyes. They lit up again. Lit up…? Why am I paying attention to his eyes? It's absurd. But the color is rather nice. Who gives a shit…
Well, obviously, you do.
No, I don't. You're being an ass again. Stop.
Nuh-uh, bitch. I'm not, you are. Overreacting and shit.
Shut up. I am not.
Hell yeah you are. Just let the damn boy take you to the nurse. Stop bitching about it.
What the hell, me. You need to learn when to hold your damn tongue.
I'm the same as you are. So shut up.
You shut up.
You're wasting my time.
Well, damn then.
I can't argue with you.
I started an inner war with myself, perfectly oblivious to the sound in front of me. "Hey, miss? Come on. Let's go."
"Well hold your horses." I said, grabbing onto his sleeve. My vision was blurring over. How hard did I hit the floor? Did I hit the step with my head? What did this guy have to do with all this?
….Who's my roommate again? Why do I keep forgetting things! I groaned in frustration, my head deciding it wanted to be an ass and hurt again. Soft jazz music radiated from the small corner of the lobby. The guy playing looked rather content. Elizaveta was now swaying gently next to him, smiling. I raised an eyebrow. Did they happen to be together? Well, it's none of my business anyways. But it does look like they'd be suitable for each other. Hell, what am I thinking. I don't know shit about the two. The brunette leading me always looked back carefully, checking on me. I'd nod here and there. The damn nurse's office was on the whole other side of the building. But I'll live…hopefully. My vision started to look sharp around the edges. Was I feeling dizzy? I think I am getting dizzy…. And it's still so far away. My hand slacked, dropping from the guy's sleeve. I stopped in my tracks. "Hey bastard-"
"Sorella~ I'm so glad! Master said that we can leave his house now! He's letting us leave!" My eight year old sister said, wrapping her arms around me. Tears of joy were streaming down her face. I widened my eyes. No. He wouldn't just let us go like that. He wouldn't. That man has something up his sleeve. But Felicia…She's so happy….so happy….
"Felicia…" I choked, my tongue not exactly picking the right words to speak. I heard a tap from behind the wall. And that's when my hazel eyes were full circles, enlarged to full potential. "Felicia. Get out of here. Get out Felicia!" I screamed, shoving her away from me. "Hide!" I hissed, quickly looking at the door with my sharp eyes. He wouldn't be happy about us leaving. He was an abusive man that used knives as punishment. He used hard labor as our free time. He used whips as our greeting to scolding. The marks on my back were enough proof. And how many times did I have to skip Gym class so no one could find out that he's evil. He's evil… In no way did he harass us sexually….but any day. Any day could be the day that he finally decides to. Felicia stepped back, her face tainted with streaked tears and a confused expression. "Hide!" I hissed again, staring at the door. The quick and tampered tapping on the wall ensued. I opened a panel under the wood floor and shoved her small frame into it. It was our hiding spot, our sanctuary for when Master was angry.
Her baby face pleaded at me. I sent a regretting look her way. My heart ached and I couldn't take anymore. I kissed her on the forehead. "No matter what. Don't look. Cover your ears." I said. My premature, eight year old voice warned her. I can't take it. I couldn't be able to.
I heard a whimper. "Sorella…" Before I shut the cover to the little hidey spot. My maid dress was ruffled and dirty. The pinkish color on it was starting to fade. But it was stained with blood.
"Oh my sweets~ Come on out! You know how I HATE closed doors, huh?" A disgusting sugary voice echoed into the room. I reached into my boot and pulled out a special knife that was only used in emergancy. This would have to be my saving grace.
"I'm in here, master." I answered out of habit. The small whimpering continued to radiate from the floor boards. I stomped on the floor with my heel. Nothing. Now it was deafening silent. The doorknob turned slowly. Tears threatened to fall as I pictured my sister's face.
"Now what did I tell you, my darling?"
"About what, Master?" I said, feigning cute.
"About wanting to leave, my cute little girl."
"Oh. I'm sorry Master. I happened to forget."
"Well, you know how I HATE it when you forget stuff, you dumb girl."
I winced inwardly. "I'm so sorry, Master. I'll try my best to remember. I promise." I said, my voice wavering a little bit. The consequences for this was starting to dig into my skin.
"Where is your sister, sweetie?" He said, smiling from ear to ear. Menacingly.
"Oh. Well, she's tending to the garden right now." I lied, rocking on my heels a little bit. My young voice was starting to crack.
"LIES. You are a STUPID girl. A WORTHLESS girl. The only way of you getting any money when you grow up is by prostitution. Dumb bitch. You are a LIAR. You are a silly little liar. I see it all over your face." He hissed. He struck out his hand, slapping me across the face. The cold sting of it made my head tilt. My tears began to go. "Now tell me. Where. Is. Your. Sister?"
"You'll only hurt her. I won't tell you." I whispered out of my sore throat. Sore from crying too frequently.
"Well, Liars only deserve this much. Tell me where the FUCK she is!" He screamed, holding my face harshly with his calloused fingers.
"I don't know!" I sobbed. It was a horrific scene of me trying to look confident while crying. The liquid rolled down my cheeks insignificantly.
"TELL. ME." He growled.
"I don't know!" I said, using the same response as before.
He stood back up slowly. His smile left his face.
The sound of my uneven, uncontrolled breathing was the light to the silence of the room. But small whines picked up. I heard it. It caught on my ears. Did…Did he notice too? He must've because he reached over and pet my hair softly, tangling it in his fingers. Once he got comfortable, he wrenched his hand, making me hiss in pain and for tears to gradually flow once more. My scalp hurt like hell. But I remember what my Grandfather told me. He said to be true to God. Our Lord. He told me that God loves everyone. That God would always love us. No matter what we did. I hiccupped and weakly grabbed his wrist. Obviously, God Hates me. Obviously, He won't care if I die. He won't care if this devil dies either.
"Screw God…" I mumbled, jabbing that sharpened knife into his goddamn wrist. He jolted back in pain. Then, I scurried off towards the door. "Come and get me, you fucker!" I screeched, leaning menacingly. Obviously, he was like a bull. Enraged, he bolted after me. And since I'm not the greatest runner, I made many turns and ducked under some things. The sickening crunch of glass on tile echoed down the halls.
The front door….
I need to get to the front door!
There was only one reason why we were prohibited from leaving the gate without Master. The rich neighbors thought we were his nieces. Not his little slaves.
With a bad taste in my mouth, I took one step out the double doors and yelled at the top of my lungs "HELP ME!"
The horrifying rip of fabric and cold metal in between my shoulder blades-
"STOP!" I screamed, sitting up rather fast. My head rushed and pulsed around me. My vision blurred. Emerald green eyes widened, looking at me.
"Miss, are you okay? Lie down…" He said, his tan hands guiding me to lie back down on the….the cot?
"What the hell happened?" I asked, suddenly wary.
"Hm? Well, you passed out. Lucky that this boy here took you here. He nearly sprinted too." The red headed nurse said, whistling. Her nametag read 'Saxony.' In the corner of the room was a boy that was tall, but not really all so muscular. His blonde hair was hidden by a rather tall (but not too tall) black hat. He had a black cape and yellow lining. But he looked familiar…His nametag was worn down and hard to read with my blurry vision. (Where are my glasses when I need them, Damnit!), but I swear I know him…Isn't that the guy Felicia used to-
I groaned and rubbed my eyes. But the blonde guy kept looking at me, raising an eyebrow. What the hell is his problem? Then before I could react, he looked at the tan guy and back to me. Then smirked.
I do apologize if her flashback was...sad. Yeah. It was sad. I'm sorry. BY THE WAY. So who's that guy in the corner of the room? I'm sure you can all guess! ALSO. On Both stories, I'm going to take a vote. Here it goes.
After 'Both Ocean and Tears Bring Salt' I will start another story. Which shall it be?
'The Tragedy of the Edelweiss': This Story is about me. Elaine Edelstein, the Austro-Hungarian Empire. It's about my secret crushes. My wants. My cries. It's about the way I died.
'The Diamond Blade of the Seas': When a Captain sells off his daughter, but dies before his daughter and the other pirate could wed, This leads to some unfolding events and turns. All of which was because of the Diamond blade. [Spamano]