Ackee

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Let's me tell you a story.

It's of a girl who want to die.

She was spin towards the light but hands.

They where everywhere.

It stopped her. Held her down. And strangle her every hope she had in her.

Dare to resist, she was made to bleed.

Those hands clutch her being and crush her bones till grided to powers just as her hopes.

The light faded.

Little

Little

And then it's gone.

Leaving her in the darkness and tangled within those cold arms. She want to die because it would free her.

Fear was daunting .

She hated it but what more a cursed child hope for. She was one right from the beinging of her existence.

Used to be scared of the darkness and the cold but now she she doesn't know anymore.

Eyes hallow and heart empty. Lip cupper and hair as thin unkept sticks, her mother shirt covering a taint nake body.

She wants to die. And the darkness refused then she would grant it herself.

Picking the knife without hesitation and stab it into her head.

A dark death would be the only thing that would give her freedom. _________

Eyes snap opened.

Lady Marianne wife of Sir Tailor panted heavily on her bed with bead of sweat rolling down her paled face.

The dream. It was back again.

It had haunted her and made her waste money to get rid of it to which worked but for a short while.

She cup her face. Her fair skin revealed the intense love making she had with her husband.

Marianne calmed down only to realize she was alone on the slight big but toughen bed.

' Where could he have freed too.' Feeling a bit lost than sad.

They had a huge argument yesterday. It was one rare moment that came from a disgusting caused.

She wasn't a monster. She couldn't find herself to abandon the orphanage of this village.

Not ones had it been in her neither would it ever be.

She got up for bed but then just back to it as breakfast had already been cooked and all house chores had be dealt with.

It's her husband such a darling.

Marianne chuckled and she rolled within her bed.

She was indeed lucky to have such a man.

One of many mornings that she would, like a broken record. Repeated every praised she gets for the woman of this place.

A smile hook her lips.

Today was going to be a great day.

The sun raised among the mountains and the hill that shield the bustle village.

Men were fishing, mending nets, doing heavily hard labouring works and not forgetting to nod in acknowledgement of each presences.

The women clean the yard. Smoke could see seem floating out for each hole made the huts. Fragrance of food filled the the air attracting the attention of playing little ones.

Who stood before the widow and get shoo away as they quarrel on whose mother was the best cook.

Some just sat at the entrance of the biggest house that had a shredded cross on it roof and stared with empty eyes ignoring their grumbling stomach that was slightly protruded from having to eat dried and fried grains without having to drink much water.

Marianne block the door with both herself and her furniture to prevent admires that still haven't giving up on chasing her hand in marriage.

She cold sweat. This was tring.

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The bell ring.

Marianne who was sleeping at the door post woke up.

At first completely clueless of where she slept. Then I remember I was supposed to give the orphans food before her husband came.

She checked the window and her heart about fell. It was evening.

Those children haven't eaten since the morning.

Pixelated at the sight of the three huge pots of soup she made... Countless amount of bread loaves and jubs of water.

How was she going to carry this?!

Like a prayer on cue being answered. A knock grace her door.

At first I thought it was the admires and held a mop stick but then I hard a familiar name.

Nana.

Only the orphan kids called me that. A smile grace my face.

I cleared the furniture and opened the door to indeed it was five teens from the orphanage.

But they were badly bruised and were bleeding at various cut.

" Nana..." Each greeted enthusiasm like the wounds on them afflicted then no pain.

Marianne couldn't share such emotions with them. She looked vex.

" Who did this?" Recollecting her mopping stick for behind her. She was a pretty average height woman but now giving and illusion of facing a Giant.

So much for being a fair lady.

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No saw it.

The running man that was shot down by the arrow that's pierce out his neck.

His killer tripping him of everything valuable including his locket. When opened it had black white photos of a beautiful woman.

Marianne.

She hit her legs stone hard and almost fell into the river with the huge bunch of bread she was holding onto...

Desperateness.

It was quite comical but the teeneger didn't dare to laugh.

They muffled it. One of them offered to help but got a scolding of a life time.