Bella Voldaren District 3 FINISHED
Feb 26, 2014 22:07:51 GMT -5
Post by Anna Banana on Feb 26, 2014 22:07:51 GMT -5
B E L L A V O L D A R E N D I S T R I C T 3 |  The world was my oyster, what couldn't I do, I had everything going for me. I was something the district could be proud of, I was something I could be proud of, but most of all I was something that others could be proud of. I was also a loner though, I wanted to be isolated from people, I wanted to be my own person, I always felt my family was holding me back from something...what were they hiding. I would go out and spend time with my friends if only to escape them and be my own person, I wanted to escape them, I wanted to be free from them. My mom would warn me though, she would tell me that I needed to keep an eye on who I spent my time with because I might not like the consequences. template by chelseyI didn't listen, why should I listen, she was just jealous anyways, I was a mirror image of her when she was my age, but now she was old. With my beautiful blonde hair and multi-colored eyes, I was something of a magical girl. There were few people who didn't want a piece of me in some way or another, and why shouldn't they, I was perfect. I'm not being vain when I say it, I honestly think I'm perfect. Of course perfection is about as obtainable as...well...immortality, but let a girl dream okay? I like to make the heads of the boys and girls turn when they see me, get lost in my eyes or catch them staring at the way my hair blows over my shoulder. I loved to make them turn and stare, I loved to see their eyes nearly fall out of their heads. They were jealous of me, and they should be. One day before a party that one of my friends was throwing...I remember standing in front of the large mirror that mom had in the living room. I stood there gazing at my reflection as my envious sisters looked on, and I remember my mom walking in and looking at me critically, like I shouldn't even be there. She told me that I spent too much time looking at my reflection, that I needed to be less vain about my appearance. Of course I didn't listen to her, I just turned around and gave her that curt little laugh that I saved especially for my family. I told her that she was just jealous of me, that she wanted to have her youth and beauty back. They were cruel words, but they had the desired affect on her, they shut her up good. I went to that party, I went to the party and met up with my friends at one of the bars lining the district square. I was much too young to be drinking down that bitter drink called beer, but I drank it anyways, I didn't want to appear like a child to the older kids that were there. I was cool just like them, and I had to prove it, I had to prove that I could fit in with them. The rest is more of a blur, things I'm not proud of happened, things that would shape my life as I know it now...but at the time it was just a party. One of my friends introduced a boy to me, he was an older boy, someone I didn't recognize from around here, but the mystery of it all intrigued me. We had a few more drinks together, and soon we were out on the floor dancing with the rest of the kids, screaming and yelling like the world was about to end. Little did I know it wouldn't be long before my world really did end, that night was my last night of freedom before it all changed and I became a prisoner in more ways than one. The night ended in a back room to the bar, I'm pretty sure it was a room that the boy had rented...for the express purpose of luring someone like me in and taking advantage of me. In short my virginity was taken that night, and by the time morning came around the boy was gone...the bar owner confessing he didn't know the name of the boy. I returned home in shame, my dress torn in several places and my hair a mess from the night before. When I returned home I didn't find my family, instead I found a note telling me that a family matter had come up on the other side of the district that needed their attention. Naturally that left me alone, and normally this wouldn't scare me but after the night before I felt scared and used. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on the door and with a quite squeak I went to the window, peering carefully through the curtains to see who it was. When I didn't see anyone I went to the door and opened it slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared out at the blank street. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me, and a rough sack was thrown over my face, cutting off my vision. I thrashed and screamed as long as I could, but a powerful hand clamped around my mouth and soon my consciousness slipped away from me. When I awoke I was sitting in a couch, a young girl was sitting next to me with a look that told me something was wrong...seriously wrong. I couldn't speak though, I couldn't scream, I could do nothing but watch as this girl moved my arms and legs as freely as if I were moving them myself. I looked in horror at the stitches along my wrists and then my knees, small bits of thread showed throw, nearly invisible bits of thread that the girl held tightly in her hands, making my hands move with her movements. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, I wanted to run but I couldn't, I couldn't escape from her anymore. Suddenly the look of the girl was familiar to me...she had been at the party, she had been with the boy...or was he a man...that had danced with me. My mom had been right, I hadn't been careful enough, I hadn't listened and here I was in this room, nothing more than a puppet on a string. I had lost my freedom, and I had lost myself along the way somehow, I had lost everything in this moment. My life was no longer mine to dictate, and when the girl was done playing with me I was put into this room with several cages in it. I could see other people in the cages, no doubt they were the prisoners that had fallen into a similar trap as I, foolish and naïve. Then the lights were clicked off, my world was darkness now, I was a toy shelved until the next day began and I was ready to be played with again. Finally I felt tears spring to my eyes, whatever had made me immobile before was now wearing off and I could finally cry. This is how the mighty fall...to string and a cage...I was trapped now more than I ever had been with my mom...now I wished I wasn't so attractive or anything...if I'd been ugly I would have been overlooked. This was darkness now, this was my life, a puppet, a toy, a soulless existence...forever alone. |
Odair
