Monday, June 6, 2011

1

"Hello?"

The skies were full of gray as the storm clouds from overhead crashed down upon me. I looked down at my reflection in the muddy water. A pale face covered in tears and mud stared back. To compliment the appearance was a dingy white dress covered in blood. Not mine but someone else's. I looked around for help but all I could see was darkness. Not the kind of a chilly winter night but of one filled with monsters hidden in the depths of it just waiting to attack.

From behind me I could here a voice of a woman screaming. She was in so much pain that I wanted to help here but in this darkness even that was impossible. Still that didn't stop me. Getting up from the dirty ground I dusted of my knees and chased after the voice. I must have chased it for hours since first hearing it but it finally seemed as if I was right there.
"Just behind the darkness." I kept telling myself."Just behind the darkness."

Pushing through the tough wall of darkness I was surprised to find that it was a young woman, a girl in late teens with long black hair and pale skin that mirrored her own.
"Um excuse me are you okay mam?" I questioned. To my surprise there was no response. I tried again. "Excuse me miss are you alright." Still no answer.
Well alright, if you wont answer me than I just have to check you out for myself.

Being brave I turned the woman onto her side, strands of hair falling from her face. "Aah!" I staggered back in horror. The screaming woman was me!

"Lady Matilda! Lady Matilda!" Opening my eyes, I realized that it had all been a dream. Thankful I stared up at Esteban, a worried look on his face.
"Lady Matilda are you okay.?"

"Yes I'm fine."  I tried to put on my biggest best smile for him. Thankfully it worked. Pleased, he turned around in his seat and drove up to the front of the house.


I stared outside the at the place that I for years had called home.       

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Prolouge

MY DEAR CHILD

Born a miracle
Given as sin
This tiny child
That lies within
Hopeless and helpless
It tries to crawl
To the very ones
Who did it wrong
Naive it may be
But not for long
For it grows up slowly
But blossoms up strong