I Am A Princess, Just Not Yours

I Am A Princess, Just Not Yours Chp 3

You may not see much of gabriel in this chp, because, I still don’t know how he’s going to be. I know 2 people that are named Gabriel, and a friend told me to write the complete opposite of them, good right? No. It turns out I don’t want the character to a complete asshole, or a bad person

You know what book sucks? Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, it’s a shitty book! It’s going to hell along with a friend of mine. You know who you are!!

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The dancing flame coming from the candle caught my attention.

This was something I usually did, when I couldn’t sleep, light a candle deep within the night. There was something strange and comforting about it, an orange light, projected in my room.

The flame wasn’t dancing anymore, not the graceful dance that I had spent so many watching; it was moving from side to side, as if a stream of wind had gotten to it.

My windows were closed, all of them, and so was my door, I don’t even think the air was on. Even so, the candle kept moving, the calmness I had felt moments ago was gone. I could feel it somehow absorb my feelings, every bad one that was going through my body right now.

The orange light that had enveloped my room for the last few hours had been replace with a dim light yellow light; the angry candle light flame was now a tiny red and blue ball, slowly dying until the only thing left was the trace of smoke that had erupted when I had finally died.

Was this how my life was? A tiny flame, dancing its way across everything? Slowly dying, until the only thing left was the shadow of its existence? The truth was in front of me, begging me to face the fact that I didn’t have the control I once thought I had.

There were, clearly, some things that I just had to face. My life wasn’t a fairy tale, I had always known that, the events earlier tonight had just confirmed it.

I laughed silently at that, something always goes wrong I a fairy tale, right? And while some people would probably be having a panic attack, thinking how this was the end of the world, to me, this was just a mere alteration in my everyday life, showing me just how much control my parents had over me.

It was 3 in the morning according to my alarm clock, which meant that I had been at this for over 6 hours. I felt defeated, defeated and helpless, not the best feelings in the world.

When I was 9, I wanted to learn how to shoot an arrow, don’t judge, my parents got me the best instructor they could find; a tall, slim woman, with a gaze that would certainly blow a hole through you if you pissed her off.

In one of our lessons, I had to shoot an apple. I completely sucked at it; I shot the stupid arrow nowhere near that dumb apple.  My instructor, being the impatient person that she was, demonstrated how to do a ‘graceful throw’, I saw how the arrow went through the  apple with an enormous amount of accuracy, leaving what was left of the apple on the ground, a white and red pile of mush, shattered and destroyed.