I was psyched to open this little book. It was a diary. There were ripped pages. I tried to read her Edwardian-esque handwriting. I was psyched to jumped on the middle page of the book. I began to read it.
August 14, 1898
I met him again on the flee market today. Marcus, my love. His dreamy eyes were set on mine. But momma doesn''t like him though. It's my 16th birthday and I was danced by 16 men. They were the finest men in our town. But I love Marcus Anthony George so much. He might not be the finest among these men but he is the reason why my heart kept beating. Marcus has the most beautiful green eyes I see in my entire life. His hair was long and dark. He's twenty-one I know but I love him so much. My momma's coming upstairs. I nee
It was cut. Seriously, I can picture this guy. I just imagine an Abercrombie and Fitch model who is set in the late 19th century. Or maybe a Damon Salvatore. Okay whatever. I just tucked myself on this girl's tiny bed. I opened her diary again and a small picture dropped. It was tender. I flipped it and it was her again. She was wearing a wedding gown. I flipped the page again. I am just terrorizing someone's diary now. I continued to flip the pages and saw this page.
December 29, 1900
It is my wedding day. But not with Marcus, but with Nathaniel Waldorf. He was one of the sixteen guys I danced with on my 16th birthday. I don't love him. I wish I could escape this marriage. Momma and Papa would kill me if I do that.
"Seriously this sucks. You got no freedom girl!" I interupted.
My father killed my only love, Marcus in front of my eyes. He caught us escaping the mansion. In front of the dancing visitors he was killed. he was killed... And those 16 men, including Nathaniel laughed as Papa killed Marcus. He was axed repeatedly and I just screamed. That's all a woman can do. My life is like a stinking sewer.
Poor girl. Seriously, that dad was the cruelest dad in the world. He got no mercy with his daughter. the next pages were just written shortly. So I am psyched to read more.
September 15, 1901
Those 16 men, including my husband... They got no mercy! I gave birth to my first son, Marcus. Those 15 men I danced just stabbed my poor baby. My poor baby... Marcus.
I stopped reading. This is sick. I got goosebumps and I am ticked to sleep.
BINABASA MO ANG
Sixteen Shadows
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