Falling Apart

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The crack of his skull made me quiver. The blood covering every inch of the room, and the smell of death consuming me and making me feel as if I'm on drugs. Dugs that I have no doubt will kill kill me, will make me feel things I have once wished to feel.

Drugs that will please me in places I've never been pleased in before.

The screams leaving his children's mouth's as they slowly drown in the lake outside this blood-covered room. Panic concerning them, wondering if they are to live another day. 

Banging, glass breaking, and unforgettable, mesmerising screeches are heard from down, deep below us in the basement. The basement that is no doubt filled with nothing but a gate to hell.

Bones cover the floor, blood dripping from the ceiling, old creepy men admiring the view of a new soul to take.

These screams, yells, screeches, and multiple dead bodies brings a soothing to me. Death... is by far the greatest thing known to man... and women. Only I enjoy the sounds of cracking bones and flesh melting in the burning fires-

"Princess Merliah. It's been requested by the King for you to join him in his office. I have been asked to tell you that there is splendid news for you to hear" Mrs Ophelia says politely, interrupting my reading.

"Thank you for informing me, Mrs Ophelia" She smiles, walking steadily away from the library as I begin to close my book. 

I have grown a great fascination for reading in the time of being alone. I have grown to appreciate other lives of souls that do not truly exist. Although, this specific book isn't to my liking. 

Blood, hell, death. Non of which I find an escape from reality. I enjoy the fantasies, the romance, the hope for a future with someone you truly love. Only sometimes they make me... jealous.

Why am I not so lucky to have these things? I'm pretty, lovely, caring. I would do anything to have someone to go out on picnic dates, swim in the lake, and go to the ball with.

I want this perfect life I can not have. Everyone believes my life is perfect, but it truly is not. The attention is not what I seek, and that is what I have.

I never had the choice for my life, I was simply born into it. I never even had my mother to help me through it. She died during my birth, she chose to give her life away just to save mine, sometimes I wish she did't do so. I feel I would have been much more free.

My sister Aubrey is two years older than me. She is can completely the opposite of me, but we get on amazingly, as if we never have arguments.

She loves attention, but not the royalty kind. She's not much of a royal in my opinion. She's twenty, goes out to clubs every night and drinks till she is completely consumed by alcohol. 

She never wears big and over-dramatic dress as I do to balls. In fact, she rarely attends. She wears a large amount of makeup, and a skinny-fit short dress that practically shows every inch of her body.

She loves men, but not in the same way I do, I love them because they are a great creation and I do truly want to love someone some day. Aubrey loves them for their body.

She's never had a boyfriend in her life. Nor have I, though.

As much as I disagree with her life decisions, I admire her ability to live for herself and not for the kingdom. She only depends on her own behaviour. 

Yet, as much as I do truly despise the attention. Being a royal is not at all a problem for me. I love caring for people and donating to charities. I love playing with the little children who come to visit the palace on a school trip.