Peasantry

Chapter One

hello

im sorry i've been gone for so long

but i just started school again

i had a prompt like this in english and i wanted to write this so here we go lol

love yall

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Of course I remember the dream. 

I know it from my past, but I am older than I seem today. I was in silky royal gowns that I could never afford, and yet I was ripping them to pieces, shredding them with hands as porcelain as the tiles on the floor. I was screaming something at a man who my brain identified as my father, but was also a face I recognized. I wasn't sure where it came from, wasn't sure who it was. All I knew was that I knew that face outside of my meager hallucinations. Most of the time, all I remember is feeling hot yet cold tears running down my face, feeling my heart plummet lower and lower. I turn towards my father, feeling the cold words escape my mouth, calling him by his formal name.

I take a breath.

"K-" And I am woken up.

It is always this dream.

It is always this moment.

It is always just as I am about to find out who this 'father' of mine is.

The Fates don't want me to. But I shall defy them. I know I shall, as I must find my father. I must.

Sometimes, I fall back asleep into the same dream. Only that part seems to have been skipped. Ignored. Deleted from anyone who could possibly remember that one fateful moment.

The dream continued on like nothing ever happened. Like nothing had been erased. I moved out of the overly lavish room, and moved on. Slowly, I begin to forget what the point of the dream was, or whether it was even a dream. I even go to sleep in the dream sometimes. When the dream continues, I don't wake. One day, I pinch myself and it doesn't hurt, and the next, it does. It's like I woke up and forgot. But the one difference is how cloudy the dream becomes.

Sometimes, I have another dream.

A dream where I am lying in smooth cocoa arms, holding smooth hands with my calloused ones. These dreams are superior. My angel (for she does not have a name that I can recall, so she must be from the paradise above) smiles down at me, pearly white teeth contrasting against the dark of her skin. I loved her with all my being. I couldn't believe that she had chosen me. I looked into her gorgeous eyes, sinking into a pool.

"Are you alright, darling?" She asks, her voice like silken honey.

"I-I'm-" I stutter under her soft but intense gaze. She laughs.

It is always this part when my stomach drops. For not only one row of teeth is what she has. She has row after row of sharp, shark-like teeth, each one more molded and yellow than before. Her mouth shuts, the still beautiful loving gaze from my angel turned into a petrifying glare.

My dream has transformed into a nightmare.

As always, I scramble to my feet all too slowly. Her hand grips mine, her nails growing longer and longer as the time passes. Her nails dig into my palm, piercing through the skin and drawing small beads of blood from my hand. The blood sizzles and turns green against her talons. Another hand of hers trails a burning path across my face, and I smell burning flesh. I scream in agony, but it is never loud enough. 

Never more than a wheeze for help, a desperate plea that goes unheard. I look down, at my silky robes and my hands who seem to have softened in likeness to her old ones. I don't dare look up at her, my love, my angel still, who has turned on me. Suddenly she lets go. Lets go and shoves me to the ground. She stalks away, her beautiful purple velvet gown now tainted with droplets of blood.

"Try again," she says, her honey voice now poisoned. "Try again, darling."

But I am too tired to try, so I fall instead. Fall asleep and awake at the same time.

I am finally free.

anyway lol here you go bye

sage