Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter I

I am the villain to my own tale. Those simple words ring in my head senselessly as of late. It is my guilt for years past consuming my very being. I am like Mr. Hyde or Dorian Gray, those classical self sabotaging villains. This sin has taken me over, this is why I write it down. To you. Whoever you are. Perhaps you read this, bemused or even engrossed by the declining sanity of a poor girl. But I do not write this for you, but for my own sake. To rid myself of this feeling.

I should explain who I am. My parents graced me with the name Francesca, although I hated the way it fell off others' lips so now I just go by Franny. Franny Winifred Isakov. Born on January 1st 1972 to a shell of a mother and an over-working father. My mother, who had lost her son a few months prior, fell into a deep depression that even now I do not think has recovered. She gave to me like any other mother would but there was always something lacking, like the light that lit air through her lungs had just waned after the death. My father would of course do nothing. Just get home late at night, giving a swift peck on his wife's lips as she sat, lifeless on the living room couch.

We were a nuclear family, nothing wrong with that. Albeit the lacking parental figures; or really any good figures in my life I would think I survived childhood seemingly fine. I played the clarinet weekly, and even showed my parents although I do not think they cared enough. I was shy back then, keeping to myself. Teachers worried that I was mute, of course I was not but the prospect of even talking to another student evoked such fear in my brain that on occasion I would find myself almost to tears.

I made it to high school solely on Shakespeare plays and Dostoevsky's novels, barely did I speak a pip to anyone. Until I met Helen Baker, she was the kind of girl who found herself amused by loner's such as I. We happened to have all our classes together and so she would follow me like an upset puppy, chatting to me without a care that I wouldn't respond. I would like to say we became quick friends but that is untrue. I suppose there is some solace in isolation, I grew to comfort the quietness and loneliness that my shyness brought. Having someone completely wipe that feeling from me somewhat disturbed me, but like how I grew to adjust my solitude I began to grow on Helen.

We would talk of our favourite poets and playwrights, giggling about our classmate in Helen's cramped bedroom. Helen was my opposite, Amelia Sedley to my Rebecca Sharp. She was fair and dainty, frequently I would tease her for her similarity to those porcelain dolls. In comparison, I was skinny and frail, flesh clinging in desperation to my bones. We became best friends of sorts, well in my mind. I only really was friends with Helen, whereas she had a boyfriend and a couple dozen other friends. That did not taint our closeness, but there was somewhat of a wedge between us after we finished school.

Ever since childhood I knew what I was to do. I would go to the University of Edinburgh for English Literature, but Helen did not have the same passions as I. She wished to study Drama in some place near home, she begged for me to change my choice but I could not. I found it still puzzling on how she wished for me to come to Uni with her, Helen is amicable and able to socialise in spite of any situation whereas I do not think I could ever find a friend like Helen. I packed my 2 backpacks much to the indifference of my parents and left for Edinburgh, managing to snag a cheap dorm with 2 hippie roommates who did copious amounts of Opium. To each their own I suppose, I was rarely in the dorm anyways. Preferring to enjoy the cold breeze of 1AM walks, as weariness just slightly began to encapsulate me.

It was right before my first lecture of University when I saw him...

A/N: Hiii!! This is actually my first fanfic on Wattpad, 2nd fanfic in general so please be kind :] anyways I hope this was good? I wrote this late at night so I have no clue if I like this or I'm too tired to understand how shit it is. Being fully honest I'm not entirely set on the plot so if you have any good ideas just comment them below. I hope whoever reading this is having a lovely day/night