MY Dear Khala

My beginning

 "Quickly Milady! The house is afire, We must leave!" I woke up to the smell of smoke filling my nostrils. And searing pain in my head. A young woman wearing an odd dress helped me up from beside a bed and covered me with a wet towel. She held my hand as she helped my wobbly form walk across the marble floors as we approached what appeared to be a large large.

*Clank!*

The woman pushed the door open and grabbed my arm pulling me out of the burning building. "Ack!" I coughed with her as more people approached us coaxing us to safety, handing us water and dumping water on our bodies to cool down from the heat we escaped. "Milady is safe! Although she is bleeding!" Suddenly a man approached me and did something weird. Last thing I saw was a silver light and I saw black.

Waking up I groaned in pain looking at my surroundings. "Where the-" I stopped talking and touched my throat. 'That is not my voice.' I thought. Sitting up I looked around seeing a magnificent room with drapes blocking out the bright sun.

*Click!*

Laying back down I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. "SH! You know we can't be in here Willis the girl is knocked out. If we are caught we will be put to death." A woman's voice said. "Relax my sister is dumb and plus she has a knick on her head. The doctors said she won't remember anything when she wakes, as long as we light this incense." A man chuckled. After a while I heard a door click open again. "Quickly we need to leave." the woman said. "Alright!" the man said. I looked out in the opposite direction seeing a mirror above me and saw a glimpse of blonde hair and long red hair leaving the room and the door closed. I waited a while and slowly got up and looked at the incense now burning near my bed. I got up, rushed to the burning stick and dunked it into the vase water near my nightstand.

"This is weird." I thought I had a dream that I died in a car wreck, but I had memories of a girl with black hair getting hit in the head and left to burn in a building. "Well shit." I said to myself. I looked at a wall mirror and sure enough my dream was very real. I had long wavy black hair with the most brightest and greenest eyes I ever saw. I looked different but still similar to my old body so it wasn't a complete shock to me. My skin was sunkissed from the work this girl's family made her do in the yard to ruin her appearance every chance they got. "Great and I bet they were the ones that tried to kill me." I said. I sighed, sitting down looking at a book under the bed. "The hell is that?" I crawled to the bed grabbing the book.

"A diary." I flipped open the pages seeing so much information. I decided to sit on the bed, closing the bed curtains so I could pretend to sleep when I needed to. I kept the corner closest to the window open so I could have some light as I read. 'My name is Taverian Jerque Lareox. A duchess. No soon to be duchess.' I thought as I read. Sixteen. I am the daughter 'Of a murderer?' I thought. "The fuck?" I whispered. I read more sighing in relief. "He passed away a while ago. But the step dad makes that man look like a saint" I noted reading how this duchess was basically treated like a load of shit.