🖤 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓼 🖤

第一章：假的

A soft knock came from the large wooden doors

"Prince Hendery?"

I gave no response still lost within my own thoughts trying to calm my unsteady breaths from escaping

The knocking continued after moments a bit more aggressively "Prince Hendery we need to leave, the car is here."

I took a large sigh and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Countless bruises and cuts littered on me contrasting against my pale skin. 

The car ride, so far, wasn't too harsh, I kept to myself, blocking out the world until I saw the bright flashes of cameras waiting to catch my face, the product the night before. I squirmed a little in my seat and blocked out their bright snapshots with my hands. My earbuds blasted music loud enough that I almost missed the assistant talking to me. 

"What" I asked after hearing her. "here" she handed me a tablet containing the speech I was expected to say. 

"What the hell is this?" I asked with a tint of confusion mixed with a lot of frustration. 

"Your speech where you ask for forgiveness". I scoffed at the answer "Seriously?" 

"Yes, Seriously" she said in mock sweetness followed by a nod. I scoffed "No way"  I said as I read over the note. 

"The queen says she wants you to address it personally." What the hell, I thought 

"For that reason my parents and I have decided that I will enroll at NeoZone Academy Boarding School immediately?" what the fuck? says who? "yes" she replied, but me and my parents never even discussed it what? we haven't even talked yet. I voiced my thoughts to her 

"That's not true. I haven't spoken to my parents."

"I know. I'm sorry, it's all been decided" she replied simply

"Seriously? When was it decided? I have all my friends here!" I'm so tired of all of this fucking shit. "Doesn't anyone ever care what I want? I don't want to go to some fucking boarding school!" but it was too late, it was already decided. 

Before I knew it I was on the dining table having my makeup done so no one will be able to see my scars. "Did you go through the speech?" asked my dad in a calm voice. "Yeah, but it will be obvious I don't mean what I said, dad."

"Well, you have to demonstrate some kind of understanding" he said "What kind of understanding" I asked, but before he could answer my mother was walking toward with that one face she always has. That face that I hate, the disappointment strewn all over it, distress painted in heavy strokes

"Let me see" she said, dragging in face gently with her soft hand so she can see the covered scar. I pulled my face out her hands "Mom, I'm not going to a boarding school." she had a quick response "Its already been decided" but as calm and serious she sounded it couldn't keep me quiet. "You never asked me!" 

"Now, just be quiet" she said in a scary tone shushing me. I looked at her with eyes full of rage and anger. "Why can't I decide how the hell I want to live? I want to live a normal life!" she looked at me with those motherly eyes and said "If we can't protect you from situations like this, we'll have to make sure they don't arise" ugh not this again, why can't anyone ever listen to me for once? I have a voice for a reason. 

"NeoZone will help you adopt the right routines and keep the right company." she continued. I started to bite my nails, which was a habit I had and something I did when I was mad or nervous or just not feeling it. "Stop that!" she said slapping my hand away from my face.