Morpheus's Mortal

Chapter 1 I want

I always knew that there was more to life than this. That someone out there loves me unconditionally, and I love them back. I am sick of being told what to do and who I must be. My aristocrat family is honored by all and has been know to produce beautiful young ladies. I only wish that I wasn't one. But my family has already given my hand to the son of another wealthy family. Their son is too quiet for my taste, and I want someone filled with madness and love. I want ...I want...
"Please hurry up Miss Morce."
And now my thoughts have been interrupted.
"Do I have to go?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.
"Ma'am, do you really wish to be late for your plane to London?"
I don't respond. I smooth out my dress and slip on my shoes. I stare at my room, saying one last goodbye before I leave. The blue walls with black accents were my idea and it looks just the way I wanted. Vintage.

"Thank you so much, Milly." I say. She is the best maid I have and she always puts up with my sass. The best part is that she is trust worthy and won't go squealing to my father and telling him of my behavior.
I grab my luggage and head out, stealing one last glance at my room.
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"Miss Morce." A young man a few years older than me holds open the car door for me. I thank him with a nod and try my best to gracefully slide into the seat. Once I am secured by a seatbelt, the man closes the door. The car has black leather interior with heated seats. I can feel the car moving forward and know that we our own our way.

We past several landscapes that we have, along with our golf course and swimming pool. The swimming pool brings back memories of me when I was younger. At the time, Father was always busy with work, even more than he is now. He used to drop me off at that pool and I would swim with my friends. Now I can barely go outside without someone insisting that I should put on sunscreen. It is getting rather muggy in the car. I roll down the window and the sunshine gives me a warm greeting. Today might be ok.
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When we arrive at the airport, Milly and a few guards escort me to my airplane gate. Gate C 21. I get in the plane and the seats are overflowing. I can hear young children crying because they are afraid, and mothers cooing and trying to calm them down.
I get to my seat in First Class and of course, my father has demanded that I get a whole row to myself. I signal Milly to sit next to me. At least this way we can leave and extra seat to someone.

A person across the aisle from me gave me a strange look. I can tell that she is remembering my face, so I just turn away and pull out my phone and headphones. We haven't even taken off yet and I am already bored, but music will fix that. I can smell the leather that we are sitting on. It is overpowering and makes me a little nauseous. I close my eyes and listen to music, trying to block out the smell.. My favorite song is "Mad Hatter". I could listen to it for hours, which I am going to do now on my way to London.

"Miss Morce, would you like something to drink?" A sweet flight attendant's voice makes me pull out my headphones.
"Just a water and no ice please." I respond, without even looking up at her. I haven't drank anything in over five or seven hours. Or something like that.
"Anything else, Miss?"
I look up. She looks young for a flight attendant, a little older than me. She looks happy, or maybe that is just for show, but maybe it would be fun to travel the world. You just hop on a plane and go wherever the pilots take you. I wish I could be spontaneous like that.
My stomach rumbles. I am a little hungry too. A snack might be fine for now.
"Can I just get a package of gummy bears, please?"

She gives me a strange look. What type of rich and pampered girl chooses gummy bears over fresh baked cookies?" Of course." She grabs a cup and pours the water. Then, she digs through the last shelf of her cart and pulls out the gummy bears. I hand her my card, she swipes it, and returns it to me. I smile as a thank you and she pushes her cart over to the next person. I totally forgot about Milly.

I look over to my left and I see Milly, sound asleep. Good. Now I can eat and sleep as well. I devour my gummy bears and drink every last sip of water in the cup. I pull out my neck pillow and close my eyes. I slip into a uncomfortable sleep.

I wake up and realized that I slept way longer than I intended to. We're about two hours away from London. Cold air breezes the back of my neck, chilling the rest of my body. Airplanes are always too cold. I reach up to turn off the vent and look over to my left. Milly is awake and has already gotten into my pack of gummy bears. She plops a gummy bear into her mouth and starts chewing. I give her a cold stare. She turns to me and stops chewing, and has a panicked look in her face. I can't help but smile.
"Gotcha," I say.
Milly slightly smiles and finishes chewing.
"You fooled me, Cass. But thanks for the food."
"Just don't eat them all, Silly Milly." I say
She rolls her eyes and smiles and I chuckle along. When I turn my head to the right, the same person is staring at me. I shift and the feeling of awkwardness settles in my stomach. I should be used to the stares by now, but I'm not.

Ding! The seatbelt light flashes on, and the flight attendant announces that we are starting to land.

I love descending down to the ground. It gives me chills in my stomach as we get closer to the ground. It gives me the feelings of being thrilled and free.
"Free". The word is so real, yet so fake.

The jolt of the plane touching the ground almost sends Milly flying. I chuckle and she frowns.
"It's not funny!" She says.
You're right, it's not funny. It's hilarious."
She rolls her eyes and then smiles,"Ok, so I probably looked funny when I fell."
"Yes, Silly Milly. But you always look funny." I say.
"That explains why everyone stares at us. They aren't staring at you, they're staring at my clumsiness." Milly jokes.
It hurts though. I will never be stared at because of her clumsiness. I will be always be stared at because of my father. And now he is arranging my marriage. I am only 19! I don't even like the guy I have to marry.
How could he be so inconsiderate? I feel like am not even living. I am just a puppet on his strings, doing everything he asks.
"Cass, snap out of it."
Milly grabs my luggage and walks out of the plane. I follow, even though I already regret it.
Hello London. You are going to be my personal hell.

A/N
AHey guys, so when I find time, I am going to re-edit chapter one and maybe a little on chapter two. I can't wait to start Morpheus point of views. I keep rereading the books to get a better idea of his personality. So I'm sorry chapter one is disappointing, but I'll fix it later. Pinky promise.