Save Me

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Let's start from the beginning....

The beginning where everyone was happy....
Where everything was...

Perfect...

∞

Your heavy panting echoed through the large arena.
A bottle of water was handed to you with a small towel to wipe yourself off with.

"Mr. Butler, where is my mama?" You asked, your large [E/C] eyes widening in anticipation.

The butler smiled softly but dared not to touch you or reassure you any further.

"She is on her way home, my lady..."

Your five year old frame smiled happily, excited at the thought of showing your busy mother your 'immaculate' speed.
Or at least, the butler said you were fast....

"What about papa? Is papa coming too?" Your eyes pretty much glimmered with excitement, the idea of showing them your skill making you fill with happiness.

The butler once again eyed you like you were the most innocent and precious child in the world.
He couldn't, and wouldn't, have children since his wife was now deceased. He even promised himself to never marry again.

Of course however, he didn't want to fill you with false hope...
He often saw the look of distaste your parental figures gave you, seeing the way your mind seemed to reject the sight.

It only fuelled you to try harder; worrying him to no end.

He was sure to die from loyalty, and you?

Your naivety was sure to break you... He couldn't decide between telling you of the harsh reality or letting you figure it out yourself.

It didn't help that your parents were busy with their work. They had married under a contract, a child was one of the conditions, so they had brought you into this cruel world...

"I'm sure they will be proud, my lady."

"Angrid, what lies are you spinning to the girl?"

The both of you whipped your gazes around to look at a woman with long [h/C] hair tied into a side bun. She had enchanting dark emerald eyes, which of course only flung ice in your way.

"Mistress..."

The butler addressed, sloppily trying to straighten up. He didn't want to be fired....

"Mama!" You ran up to the women, grabbing onto her black dress' soft fabric.
"Mr. Butler says I'm really fast! Wanna see? Wanna see??"

She sneered in disgust and swatted your hands away.

"Don't touch me! Go take a bath, you reek of sweat!"

You couldn't help but feel a little something deflate inside of you...

"Ah... Sorry mama, it was my fault..."