The Blood of Rosie

Chapter 4

During the night, the moon was positioned low in the night sky, as if it were silently bearing witness to my decision. As my dark hair whirled around me, I stood on the edge of the cliff and listened to the wind as it revealed details about the world around me. Rosie, a lady who is clever, free-spirited, and has a strong will, had just made a decision that would forever change the way my life was structured.

The approaching darkness snatched my breath away, and I gave in to the pull of gravity. A cyclone of freedom and anarchy danced all around them throughout the entire area. A shudder of horror crept up my spine as the cool air gently caressed my skin, providing me with the sensation of a lover's delicate touch. As the earth was speeding towards me, I could see that a head-on collision with destiny was not far off in the distance.

Throughout that brief period, I went through a wide range of feelings. The excitement of the fall, which was intertwined with lines of horror, resulted in the creation of a paradoxical combination of feelings. During the time that the earth was rotating on its axis, the moon beamed down on me, encircling me with a halo and entrancing my senses with its midnight symphony and the perfume of pine.

Because of the tightening of the grips of gravity, memories came flooding back like a tsunami. When I think back on my childhood, I could still hear the contagious laughter of my sisters, Beth and Eliza, as well as my own laughing resonating throughout our small house. In the face of the ever-present threat of poverty, our partnership had acted as a shield that protected us from its effects.

When my mother was holding me in her arms, her hands were rough from labor but yet so warm. I could still feel the delicate touch that she had on me with her hands. She was a storyteller who had woven tales of bravery and wonder, weaving the tapestries of hope despite the difficulties that she had encountered. Even though the meals we shared were not particularly elaborate, they were filled with an abundance of love and laughter.

The world began to spin at a quicker and faster rate as it moved closer to the earth. With each recollection, like a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece that is my life, the memories constructed a picture of my descent that turned out to be bittersweet. The highs and lows of a lifetime were all part of my experience during those fleeting minutes.

As the approaching collision became nearer, I decided to close my eyes tightly and firmly shut the abyss that was calling out to me. Fear was not the driving force behind the decision; rather, it was a rejection of the cruelty of confronting one's mortality. The crescendo of the symphony of recollections, the terrifying hug of horror, and the rushing air all added up to a point of culmination.

The night engulfed me.

Immediately before the suffering having any effect on me, I entered a coma. It seemed as though the fabric of reality had been torn apart, and I found myself in a void where both my sense of sight and my sense of emotion had disappeared. Like a courageous explorer delving into uncharted terrain between life and death, I gave in to the depths and allowed myself to be consumed by them.

When it came back to consciousness, it did so in a serene manner. In contrast to the severe impact of the earth, the world appeared to be painted in the colors of morning when I first opened my eyes. The reassuring glow that was cast onto my immobile figure was a result of the calm sunlight that was streaming through the trees.

As I lay down on a bed of moss, the scent of the earth and the flowers of the wild mingled together. Do I have hallucinations? Is it all a dream up till then? I inquired. I could sense an energy that I was unable to characterize permeating every aspect of the surrounding surroundings. I sat up, attempting to put together what had occurred, and my memories of the fall were like pieces of a puzzle. I was trying to piece together what had happened.

At that moment, I had retreated from the edge of the cliff. All around me was territory that I was not familiar with, which added to the mystique of my journey. A flavor that was all its own was present in the air, and it was accompanied by an extraordinary intensity. The experience was akin to visiting a parallel realm, one in which the laws of physics did not apply properly.

It felt as though the moon, which was located low in the night sky, was silently observing my decision. My raven locks were blowing in every way as I leaned over the edge of the precipice, and I was able to pick up on the wind's murmurs of mystery. The decision that Rosie, a woman who is free-spirited, intelligent, and has a strong will, had just made would profoundly affect the way my life would unfold from this point on.

It was as the darkness fell that I became aware of the force of gravity pulling my breath out of my body. In their immediate vicinity, a raging storm of liberty and chaos raged. A shiver of horror ran through my body as the chilly air gently caressed my skin, providing a sensation similar to that of a lover's loving touch. A head-on collision with fate was on the horizon as the earth swiftly neared me. I was about to be devastated.

During that particular instant, a plethora of feelings whirled around inside of me. Even though the joy of the descent was intertwined with the threads of horror, there was a contradiction of experiences that occurred. The moon beaming down on me at midnight and the symphony it was playing captivated me. At the same time, the world was spinning on its axis, forming a halo about me on the surface of the earth.

An onslaught of recollections rushed over me as the gravitational pull became more obvious. The sound of my sisters' (Beth and Eliza) and my infectious laughing reverberated throughout our tight home as I thought about my childhood by listening to the sound of my laughter. As a group, we had been successful in warding off the feared possibility of falling into poverty.

Although her hands were rough from labor, they were still warm, and I could feel the loving touch of my mother as she held me in her arms. She had woven stories of bravery and awe, building tapestries of hope despite everything that had happened to her. Even though they were uncomplicated, the meals that we had were great because they were accompanied by love and laughter.

Its proximity caused the spinning of the planet to quicken as it got closer. After every memory, with every stroke of the brush that is my life, the recollections painted a picture of my descent, which was a bittersweet experience. A roller coaster ride of feelings was what I experienced during those brief minutes.

As I got closer to the impending collision, I decided to close my eyes tightly since the abyss had been calling to me for a long time. The choice was not motivated by fear but rather by a deep aversion to the inhumanity of dying one's death (also known as suicide). When the symphony of memories, the smothering grip of horror, and the rushing air all came together, they reached a crescendo.

The darkness that surrounded me was pitch black.

I had entered a coma; therefore, I was unable to experience the suffering that I was experiencing. It appeared as though everything had fallen apart, and I found myself floating alone in a world that was devoid of sight and sensation. I gave in to the depths like an adventurous explorer, delving into the undiscovered region between life and death. I gave in to the depths.

The awareness gradually returned. It was not the severe impact of the earth that ornamented the globe when I woke up; rather, it was the colors of the growing morning. The gentle sunlight was streaming through the trees as I was lying in a comfortable position.

During the time that I was sleeping on a mattress made of moss, the scents of soil and wildflowers seemed to mingle together. Just what is going on in this world? Just what is going on in this world? "Why?" Simply curious about... It appeared as though an energy that could not be described permeated the entire universe. As I sat up, attempting to make sense of what had taken place, my memory of the fall was shattered into smaller and smaller pieces.

I had retreated from the edge of the cliff where I was standing. The fact that I was in unfamiliar and unknown surroundings made my journey even more mysterious. It was almost as if perfume was present in the air; the atmosphere was infused with otherworldly energy. I had the impression that I had entered a different planet, one in which the laws of physics did not apply.

A warm sensation and an unidentified scent greeted me as soon as I opened my eyes. As I gently opened my eyes, I became used to the soft light that emanated from a site that appeared to be located in a world that was very different from the typical. The pillows gently supported my head, and the linens were divine. When I looked around and marveled at the lavishness of my surroundings, I couldn't help but feel a little bit confused.

As they made their way across the room, three young women walked with a sense of purpose and determination, their attire emitting an air of rigorous propriety. Their faces were so expressionless that it gave the idea that they were ghosts, but in reality, they were incredibly effective. While the first two were responsible for the wonderful drapes, the third was in charge of a tray containing cosmetics, and the first was in charge of a crystal vase that was filled to the brim with lovely flowers.

"Where am I?" Amid the pomp and circumstance of the situation, I whispered my question. Even though I was previously aware of the response, I was nevertheless interested in hearing it from someone else.

The hush was unbroken. During the time that the maidens were working together in perfect harmony, the room was completely silent, as if it were holding its breath.

"Where the hell am I?" As I let out a scream this time, the rage that was in my voice tore through the silence that had surrounded me. Every one of the three young women stopped what they were doing and stared at me with looks that ranged from shock to horror.

You have arrived in Hasta Hall at this very moment. You are going to be getting ready for the auction at a later time. My question was addressed by the youngest maiden, whose voice was shaking with terror as she provided her response.

At the same time that the words struck me like a bolt of lightning, a huge weight plummeted into the pit of my stomach. One time, I mustered the bravery to flee from the Hasta; it was a nightmare that I experienced every year. The event was a solemn occasion that featured the public presentation and auctioning off of ladies who were known for their strength and independence. I expected that I would be able to avoid this outcome.

Suddenly, the luxurious atmosphere of the room turned into a jail, mocking my sense of independence. The flood of discouragement and disappointment that rushed over me was overwhelming. My memories of a prior existence, a life that was full of prospects and dreams, contrasted with my current circumstances, which caused a conflict between themselves. A gilded jail has been constructed in the place that was once a haven.

"I'm alive?" The air was so thick that my voice was hardly heard, and my mouth dropped in disbelief as I posed the question. "If God let me live, why would I wake up in a nightmare?"

Through the act of meeting my gaze, the youngest maiden subtly acknowledged the agony that I was going through. It caused me to be confronted with the odor of the truth, which hung strongly in the air. As fate brought me back into the hands of the Hasta, the freedom that I had worked so hard to achieve was taken away from me immediately.

I had the impression that the room's walls were all around me as they rotated. I grabbed the bedsheet and buried my fingers in it as if it had the power to tether me to a more positive interpretation of reality. The maidens went back to their work with a robotic air as if my arrival were a trivial component in the huge performance that was about to take place.

The exotic floral aroma that was emanating from the crystal vase made me feel sick to my stomach as my melancholy spread throughout the atmosphere. As the gravity of my situation grew increasingly evident, the atmosphere in the place became reminiscent of a private prison cell. Keeping this destructive legacy in the background, it looked as though all of my decisions and accomplishments were for naught.

After the realization dawned on me, I experienced a surge of energy. A spark of revolt was ignited within me as a result of the injustice that occurred, which led to this terrible catastrophe. As I refused to accept my fate without putting up a struggle, the indignation in my eyes became more intense.

Having been a representation of servitude in the past, the room eventually became the location of a covert rebellion. As I caught eye with the youngest maiden, tension began to rise in the atmosphere, and we maintained a hushed conversation. Even if the Hasta Hall has already taken possession of me, I will not make an easy surrender this time.

A new chapter was written amid the grandeur that masked the gloom. It was a chapter in which the self-reliant woman that I had been in the past emerged victorious. The Hasta and the wild spirit that would not be sold at auction were both waiting patiently for their turn to move forward. At that precise moment, the atmosphere was dense with the possibility of a rebellion, and the prison turned into a scene of strong struggle within the institution.