ernest umbridge.d10.fin
Sept 28, 2017 17:41:24 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Sept 28, 2017 17:41:24 GMT -5
[TW]
ernie | 18 | d10
FC: Annabell Häfner
FC: Annabell Häfner
She was born of honey and cinnamon, her body lathered in milk and oil. Ernest hadn't the privilege of being born into a family of wealth and power, her days spent in tattered dresses and stomach full of empty groans. Though she may have lacked in gold and silk, she was blessed with the gift of happiness, as well as beauty. Ernest, or Ernie as she preferred, was raised by her farmer of a father. She had lacked a proper mother as she had passed in childbirth, Ernie's younger brother too heavy a burden on her poor mothers body. She had never blamed her brother for their mothers passing, though somewhere deep down she still weeps for the lost hope of ever gaining her womanhood. That same womanhood that has been passed from mother to daughter for centuries.
This ideal of womanhood and motherhood seemed to fog Ernie's mind, like she could never live up to her true potential and follow the lead of those gender roles laid out for her. She felt as if she would be alone, as if she would live a life shunned by those who believed she had to conform to a 'women's purpose in life'. She hated the ideals that had been forced upon her, taught to never feel vanity, or want for anything good for herself. But she was taught to only do what would fulfill the desires of men. She would spend sleepless nights staring into the large fields that surrounded her home, and she would want to do nothing but run. Though she was ever capable of running, her will too weak.
Ernie was raised in the only fashion her father had known how to raise her, as a boy. She was rarely clean, hardly could cook, and was rather hopeless at milking cows , or any type of womanly work for that matter. Though she may have been lacking in the tasks required of a normal girl her age, she excelled at things such as running, horseback riding, and climbing trees. But of course her father knew that if he wanted to ensure his daughters well-being she would have to marry a successful man, to do this she would have to become desirable. She would need more then her mothers looks to ensure her safety and happiness in life. Her auburn hair and chestnut eyes could only get her to the starting line, it would take elegance and grace to ensure her a prosperous future.
Ernie's father had an old fashioned view on the roles of women and men, and how they should coexist with one another. He believed that a women was to be loyal and useful, and above all, quiet. This caused for her to harbor a sort of resentful relationship for her father, knowing that she could never just be good enough for him on her own. That she would never truly live up to the potential he saw for her. She felt as if she would drown in this pool of respect and silence, for in her fathers bitter old words. "A women should never speak out" This of course would end in her departure from her father, and she would have no choice but to adhere to his desires, she hadn't the heart to speak out.
At the age of sixteen Ernie was put into the care of a very wealthy women. Her wealth and power both realized and respected throughout district ten. Though this women could ensure that Ernie would live a material filled life, she was also a very wicked women. She had made it extremely clear that her intentions with Ernie were not of the kind and gentle type. Rather that she intended to use her. Use her for her ivory plump skin, and her youthful apple stained lips. Those qualities sold for a high price among the lowly perverted men throughout the district, and the wicked women would surely squeeze every ounce of use out of Ernie.
Only months had past since her departure from her fathers farm, and she could feel her body draining of youthful hope, and rays of light. Instead it was beginning to fill with hatred and disgust for those who coin her off. She was no longer her own, and she would never again be her own. "How could she be so cruel? Why do they treat me so harshly? Do I not deserve love?" These questions have rumbled within her skull, her hatred and bitterness now overtaking her once kind and loving soul. The wicked women has striped her of any love she once felt for this world, taken all of her and used it at her own disposal.
A women can only endure so much, and so it is this day, on this wicked day that Ernie had decided to run. Run from what she no longer is, from what she has made her, and from who she had wished she would have been. She runs, far from district square, into the alleys past the creek and the old oak tree. So far that her under worked feet blister and bleed. And it is there, in a small opening at the whisper of midnight that she falls to her knees. She fills her hands with more tears, her body draining itself of the last bit of love it holds. And from the shadows comes her salvation.
For who may you ask has come to pray on the loveless damsel, well who else may come at such a wretched hour. Satan himself slithers from the trees, the snakes scaled belly gliding along the sweet mud of the earth. "Why do you weep dear child?" It asks It's wicked whispers inches from the girls ear. Most women would shriek in fear, run from the very thought of a snake. But not Ernie, if Satan was going to end her life, she would go to hell willingly, because no hell was worse then the one she was living on earth. "Take me, do with me as you will. I fear nothing, not anymore." She says, her eyes no longer draining tears, but hallowed and empty. The wretched snake chuckles in delight. "Men have treated you unkind my child, they have made your soul rotten. Though I cannot offer you the love you may seek in your heart, I can offer you things worth so much more." It says as It's tongue strokes her cheek.
"What is it you mean?" She asks, the slightest shimmer of life returning to her eyes. "Give me your rotted soul, and I will give you all the world and more." It says bringing It's scale covered lips ever so close to the girls. Ernie was too far gone for the salvation of God, or those who had once promised her a life of happiness. That girl was no longer inside of her, but instead emptiness. She nods to the fowl serpent, it's grin growing ever wider. Within an instant the serpents teeth pierce the skin of her thigh, blood trickling down her leg as its venom begins to coarse through her veins. She does not scream from pain, or even wince at the snakes harsh tug, but she simply falls flat, her eyes dark and her skin pale.
She awoke the next day wrapped in the white gowns that parade the hospitals halls. Her dirt covered hair tangled into the various wires that were clutching her very life force. She looks to her left, part of her still hoping that by the grace of God her father was her savior, but to her dismay it was she, the wicked women who filled the seat beside her. Ernie resisted the urge to scream, to run again or to even take her own life. Instead she laid still,knowing that this hell on earth could no longer destroy her, for there was nothing left to destroy. The doctors ask why she was alone in the alley, why she had killed a snake and plunged it's fangs into her own thigh. Why she had attempted taking her own life. But she did not answer their questions, for they would never understand the deal she had made with the devil, and soon her wicked caretaker would get what she deserved, along with every man who made her feel less then human.
This ideal of womanhood and motherhood seemed to fog Ernie's mind, like she could never live up to her true potential and follow the lead of those gender roles laid out for her. She felt as if she would be alone, as if she would live a life shunned by those who believed she had to conform to a 'women's purpose in life'. She hated the ideals that had been forced upon her, taught to never feel vanity, or want for anything good for herself. But she was taught to only do what would fulfill the desires of men. She would spend sleepless nights staring into the large fields that surrounded her home, and she would want to do nothing but run. Though she was ever capable of running, her will too weak.
Ernie was raised in the only fashion her father had known how to raise her, as a boy. She was rarely clean, hardly could cook, and was rather hopeless at milking cows , or any type of womanly work for that matter. Though she may have been lacking in the tasks required of a normal girl her age, she excelled at things such as running, horseback riding, and climbing trees. But of course her father knew that if he wanted to ensure his daughters well-being she would have to marry a successful man, to do this she would have to become desirable. She would need more then her mothers looks to ensure her safety and happiness in life. Her auburn hair and chestnut eyes could only get her to the starting line, it would take elegance and grace to ensure her a prosperous future.
Ernie's father had an old fashioned view on the roles of women and men, and how they should coexist with one another. He believed that a women was to be loyal and useful, and above all, quiet. This caused for her to harbor a sort of resentful relationship for her father, knowing that she could never just be good enough for him on her own. That she would never truly live up to the potential he saw for her. She felt as if she would drown in this pool of respect and silence, for in her fathers bitter old words. "A women should never speak out" This of course would end in her departure from her father, and she would have no choice but to adhere to his desires, she hadn't the heart to speak out.
At the age of sixteen Ernie was put into the care of a very wealthy women. Her wealth and power both realized and respected throughout district ten. Though this women could ensure that Ernie would live a material filled life, she was also a very wicked women. She had made it extremely clear that her intentions with Ernie were not of the kind and gentle type. Rather that she intended to use her. Use her for her ivory plump skin, and her youthful apple stained lips. Those qualities sold for a high price among the lowly perverted men throughout the district, and the wicked women would surely squeeze every ounce of use out of Ernie.
Only months had past since her departure from her fathers farm, and she could feel her body draining of youthful hope, and rays of light. Instead it was beginning to fill with hatred and disgust for those who coin her off. She was no longer her own, and she would never again be her own. "How could she be so cruel? Why do they treat me so harshly? Do I not deserve love?" These questions have rumbled within her skull, her hatred and bitterness now overtaking her once kind and loving soul. The wicked women has striped her of any love she once felt for this world, taken all of her and used it at her own disposal.
A women can only endure so much, and so it is this day, on this wicked day that Ernie had decided to run. Run from what she no longer is, from what she has made her, and from who she had wished she would have been. She runs, far from district square, into the alleys past the creek and the old oak tree. So far that her under worked feet blister and bleed. And it is there, in a small opening at the whisper of midnight that she falls to her knees. She fills her hands with more tears, her body draining itself of the last bit of love it holds. And from the shadows comes her salvation.
For who may you ask has come to pray on the loveless damsel, well who else may come at such a wretched hour. Satan himself slithers from the trees, the snakes scaled belly gliding along the sweet mud of the earth. "Why do you weep dear child?" It asks It's wicked whispers inches from the girls ear. Most women would shriek in fear, run from the very thought of a snake. But not Ernie, if Satan was going to end her life, she would go to hell willingly, because no hell was worse then the one she was living on earth. "Take me, do with me as you will. I fear nothing, not anymore." She says, her eyes no longer draining tears, but hallowed and empty. The wretched snake chuckles in delight. "Men have treated you unkind my child, they have made your soul rotten. Though I cannot offer you the love you may seek in your heart, I can offer you things worth so much more." It says as It's tongue strokes her cheek.
"What is it you mean?" She asks, the slightest shimmer of life returning to her eyes. "Give me your rotted soul, and I will give you all the world and more." It says bringing It's scale covered lips ever so close to the girls. Ernie was too far gone for the salvation of God, or those who had once promised her a life of happiness. That girl was no longer inside of her, but instead emptiness. She nods to the fowl serpent, it's grin growing ever wider. Within an instant the serpents teeth pierce the skin of her thigh, blood trickling down her leg as its venom begins to coarse through her veins. She does not scream from pain, or even wince at the snakes harsh tug, but she simply falls flat, her eyes dark and her skin pale.
She awoke the next day wrapped in the white gowns that parade the hospitals halls. Her dirt covered hair tangled into the various wires that were clutching her very life force. She looks to her left, part of her still hoping that by the grace of God her father was her savior, but to her dismay it was she, the wicked women who filled the seat beside her. Ernie resisted the urge to scream, to run again or to even take her own life. Instead she laid still,knowing that this hell on earth could no longer destroy her, for there was nothing left to destroy. The doctors ask why she was alone in the alley, why she had killed a snake and plunged it's fangs into her own thigh. Why she had attempted taking her own life. But she did not answer their questions, for they would never understand the deal she had made with the devil, and soon her wicked caretaker would get what she deserved, along with every man who made her feel less then human.
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ TB & ADOXOGRAPHY
P.S. She didn't really talk to a snake haha, she is just a tad out of her own head.
