Death's Bride

Recent Predicament 2

I am the child of a Marquis and a Marchioness, but I have never felt like I belong here. My sister is different from me in every way - from her inky hair to the way she carries herself with such poise and grace. Meanwhile, I have multi-colored hair that sets me apart from everyone else.

The townspeople all seem to hate me, and I can't blame them. They look at me with disgust, as if I am something to be feared or avoided. I wonder why I was ever born into this world if everyone hates me so much.

My father hasn't tried his best to help me fit in. He even went to great lengths to get my sister a synthetic eye and remove the scars from her finger. But no matter how hard he tries for Alina, she still looks at me like a stranger.

Sometimes I wish my twin sister would be more understanding and accepting of me. But that seems like a far-fetched wish because my mother doesn't even let us be together. She thinks I'm a danger to my sister because of some nonsense she believes about me being cursed.

I've never attended any social gatherings with my family - not birthday parties or tea parties. The only time I've ever gone out with them was when my grandmother took me along. But even then, I always felt like I didn't belong there like everyone was staring at me with suspicion.

One painful memory that haunts me to this day is my 12th birthday. It was the first time I had ever celebrated a birthday alongside my family, and I wanted it to be perfect. My sister was going to wear a blue dress, so I opted for a red one from my mother.

When it was time for the toast, I stood up and presented a beautiful flower that had grown in the corner of our garden. Little did I know that it was Pelvariey - a flower that symbolizes death. How could I have known?

But instead of patting my head and telling me it was okay, my mother shrieked and hit me. And then, without warning, she flung a cup of hot coffee at me, scalding my neck and leaving me in agonizing pain. The scar now lies on my neck.

I didn't understand what was happening at the time - how could a 12-year-old know about deadly flowers? But now I know better than to hold out hope for anything good in this world. I wish I had never been born into this family. The pain is just too much to bear.

Morrigan quickly dropped her quill, closed her diary, and threw it under her table when she heard her mother's angry voice approach her. Her heart raced as she wondered what could have caused such anger in her normally composed mother. She had forgotten to lock her door again, and now her mother was standing two feet away from her with a look of pure fury on her face.

"How dare you?!" her mother roared as she stormed into the room.

Morrigan's hands trembled as she tried to form a response, but before she could speak, a sharp pain exploded across her cheek, sending her sprawling to the ground. The room spun around her, and for a moment, she didn't know where she was. Her mother loomed over her, rage still written across her features.

Morrigan clutched at her stinging cheek, feeling hot tears well up in her eyes as she whimpered in pain. Her mother grabbed hold of Morrigan's hair and pulled it up hard so that Morrigan was forced to look into her eyes.

"How dare you touch your sister? How dare you! You cursed disgusting thing! Are your schemes all through these years enough?! Can't you leave her alone?!" Her mother raged on uncontrollably.

"Mother, please... You are hurting me! Please ... Let me go!" Morrigan cried out, tears streaming down her face as the pain grew increasingly unbearable.

Morrigan felt sweat beginning to build up on her forehead from the agony inflicted on her by her mother. She knew that the woman didn't care how much pain Morrigan was in - this was simply punishment for something or other.

She couldn't fight back physically, and couldn't defend herself against this onslaught of hurtful words and physical abuse. All she could do was cry and plead with her mother to stop.

Then in her mother's ears for a long time afterward.

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