Once again, I find myself at the back of the Shack. I can't believe all that was in a mere day. It felt like a century all in the space of twenty-four hours. Even though my mind and body are screaming for sleep, my thoughts are too wild, too undisciplined. So that's how I find myself laying on the dry grass, watching the moon, trying to wrestle my feelings under control. I don't know why I'm so...sad. Maybe it's the rejection or the adrenaline, the low after the high or the memories of my youth fresh whenever I close my eyes. Maybe it's words the men threw at me or the figurative scars it caused. I hear a whisper of movement but I don't find myself to care. Friend or foe, I can't fathom moving right now. I feel them lay next to me and I slowly turn my head in their direction. It's Jade. I take in her broad shoulders, almost-concerned face and starlight tinted short cut with dull eyes and a blank face before turning back to the night sky.
"Are you...ok?" she asks and I feel wet tears streak down my stone-still face. I hear her shift and quickly flick my eyes over to her. Leaning on her elbow, tilted towards me, her eyes reflect the clear sky with an intensity that I bask in. In the back of my mind, I can't help but notice how pretty she looks in that moment. But tears still run down my face and I feel like a thousand shattered pieces, so bare and raw.
"Hey," she says softly and her thumb swipes away the newest tear. The last fighting piece inside of me breaks and the tears become sobs and my face collapses. I sit up, pressing my forehead against my knees and clinging my legs to my chest.
"Oh darling," Jade whispers and I feel her strong arms wrap around me. I cry a little more at that kindness.
And so the night peers down on the two young women, one breaking and the other holding the fallen pieces.
*****
The dawn sun rises and I do with it. I've never ever been a morning person but things are changing and I must with it. Even though the first hints of orange and yellow have barely hit the horizon, I wake to find the Shack mostly empty. I lightly touch under my eyes, groaning at the redness that must be there.
"It suits you." My head fly up to meet Jades, cheeks heating up. Internally I try to remember the last time I blushed... and I couldn't. She made me lose my cool so quickly. Interesting.
"What suits me? The grime or the endless beauty?" I ask, frowning down at the dirty covering my body.
"Well you got one of them right," she mumbles and I raise my eyebrows with a grin.
"Aren't you meant to be at the farm?" I reply and she smiles, slipping her hand into mine to tug off the bed. I laugh, the sound echoing around the near empty Shack. She pulls me out into the sun and I close my eyes for a moment, savouring the warmth. I open them to find her looking at me, something undefinable in her warm brown eyes. I tilt my head and she snaps out of it. Was it the cool breeze or did her cheeks go pink?
"Well, since you insist on being a Princess, I'll show you our bathing chambers." I grin as I follow her.
"So what if I am a Princess? Any self-resecting lady doesn't want to smell like a man." She tips back her head and laughs, a sound that makes me feel like I drank champagne. It fills me up and I swear I could survive off it.
"Welcome to Vreca darlin'."
Hi again!! I feel like I haven't written for ages but in reality it's only been like 3 days. Ugh fantasy worlds are so much better than the real world. Anyways in case you all need reminding, Jades the bodyguard woman. And yeah, hope you enjoy!! :)
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Trapped
Fantasy"I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. " ------ Vreca has one mantra. Control. Over other countries, over food and its people. But especially over women. In a world where women are deemed...
