Prisoner Of The Dark

Willow's P.O.V, 13 years old Once upon a time, hmm once upon a time? What am i meant to say now? Do I spin some kind of marvellous fairy-tale with a beautiful ending?  I have never really believed in happily ever afters and don't think I ever fully will, Mamma always talked about the wonderful fairy-tales she learnt by heart as a child and I believed them, I loved them, I wanted to be in them. A stunning Cinderella in a beautiful snowy gown and being rushed away to my one true love's castle where they would treasure me and love me, they would call me beautiful and take me for who I am unlike some people. How naive. Not every story needs a gallant prince, or some damsel in distress, and if you wanna hear my story, don't expect a "saviour", Still here? I guess I should give you the backstory and talk about my beginning before drawing to the part everyone actually wants to hear. To start off with, my childhood ended a long time ago, when they took Mamma to where they're now taking me, my "Father" sold her, and now that I am thirteen which is "of age" as he would say and money is tight, he's decided to cash me in. "Father." Oh how I hate to call him that now, how could Mamma be so naive to love such a terrible man, then again I doubt she really had a choice, I know that I should not speak against my father, but other than being partially responsible for my own creation as well as the creation of my older and younger sister, Lily and Melody. He has done nothing but throw harsh words, and sell me and Mamma when he ran out of money. If he hadn't have sold me I wouldn't be here now, telling my story, it's a bit of a fairy tale cliche to start off with struggle, perhaps a family death or argument, maybe an evil stepmother, but if that was all there was to a story, well it wouldn't be told as a tale of life but rather told as just a tragedy, the only difference in my story and a fairy-tales, is there is no knight in shining armour, no wicked witch, no magical spells or curses that can be cast and certainly no fairy godmother, that's reality I guess. Sometimes a princess needs to fight for her crown. Father was once a kind man, who loved Mamma lots, at least that's what Lily told us, she told me he was a kind father once, she boasted about how he held her close and called her his little princess and that the trio of her, Mamma and Father lived happily ever after, until I was born; he lost his job, I'll be frank, Lily hates me, despite the fact I am her sister, she blames me for Father selling Mamma, Lily, to this day still believes that my birth "broke the family". After Mamma was sold by father, Melody was my only friend, Father doted upon her, she was Lily's favourite and sometimes I wonder if Mamma hadn't been sold so soon into melody's childhood , perhaps she also would prefer Melody over me too, however my love for her outgrew the jealousy by a long way, I felt a glimpse of joy arise from within as I pictured her contagious smile,  and the way she would run into my arms, loving me with a passion I hadn't felt since Mamma- the temporary joy I had received from remembering my doting sister quickly changed to sadness, as I remembered what happened to Mamma, then remembered that my memories with Melody had ended and I would never again see the beloved smile that relieved my pain for so many years, tears began to build quickly as I struggled to hold them back "no, no don't cry, not in front of them" I command myself, Father says they beat you if you do.  Father met Mamma when she was only sixteen, he bought her from this very slave market. Haha ironic right? Mamma fell in love with him, despite the rules, despite the fact father was a good twenty four years older than her. Despite the fact he merely saw her as some kind of toy. Apparently her love for father was requited and much much so. He was the prince she had spoken about so many times in her fairy tales, I wish so badly that I could've believed those stories, even if it would only last a minute, the idea that Mamma truly received the love-as-strong-as-fairy-tale-romance she described with such a passion could've comforted me so I wouldn't be forced to, bear the feeling that she was nothing but a bit of fun for him, my feelings backed up by the fact she gave birth to Lily at the young age of seventeen, she then later on had me at nineteen and Melody at twenty one, she was sold at age twenty eight, when Melody was only seven. Father has always had harsh opinions against people of colour like myself and Mamma, yet he claimed he was deeply in love with her, and twisted the mind of Lily to make her believe it was my birth that separated them, she wanted me gone. I saw her wicked  smile over the shoulder of a crying Melody as I left, who she was cuddling close, cruelly spinning the lie that she would miss me too, acting as if she really cared about what could happen to me, my last words to them before I was lead away, towards the market were "I love you, and I will be fine, I promise" although Father sold me, I still love him, he is my father after all, and he made Mamma happy, he makes Lily and Melody happy too, which is important to me, and deep down I would like to think he cared about me on some level as well, because then again, he was my father, I guess I never truly shook that desperation to be seen as an equal to my sisters, and the bitter jealousy that came with it. Maybe thinking he loved me back is crazy, maybe loving him is crazy too, it doesn't mean I've forgiven him neither forgotten all that he has done, I'm still unsure if i ever will truly forgive him, and these memories don't seem to be leaving any time soon. Sorry i'm rambling again, let me tell you more about my past and about my family.