The Cursed Castle [ongoing]

Chapter one : Faceing reality

[A/N: If yall see any spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes please let me know 🥲🥲 Thank you !]

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Don't stop running ! If I stop I'll lose my freedom... is it worth all the pain ? Running away from Monsters  who I called my family ?  No ,they did not love me ,someone who loves... someone who loves you  wouldn't .... wouldn't hurt you ....right?

*two hours before *

"Hmphhhh..."

I let out a long sigh  ,as I tapped on the dusty cracked window.  I  slowly  glanced  around my grey ,dusty cold room , with an  old wooden bed  .Ontop of it, lays a thin grey blanket, grey as thunder clouds,with two dusty  grey pillows  on it .Next to the prison cell themed bed , stands a tall and skinny ,  old wooden cupboard  slowly rotting away  like a corpse. I  slowly glance down to the  dusty ,dirty;, wooden floor  stained with tears from heavens .

I softly sigh again , now  turning my head back to the window , looking out of it  , like a telescope  of hope. I stare   at  the cold  , wet  ,dark but beautiful forest.  I  clucth the old  , grey blanket with my right hand  as  my thoughts slowly take over .

Why did the  , dangerous  ,  dark forest ...  seem so peaceful? The  only peaceful thing right now in my life ... I couldn't hear  any animal  noises from outside  ... I wonder why ? ... OH ! ... right , its Winter ... they  should be all huddle up with their love ones ....Hopefully.

"LILLY!" 

I cringed as I hear my name being called rather loudly from downstairs. I take a deep breath , inhaling the musty,  dirty air . I gather  up my courage and  slowly get off my sad singel bed  . I walk over to the half eaten wooden door . I open it , praying  and hopeing that time stops as I walk down the stairs .

The stairs creak like crickets in the middle of night . I didn't dare touch the old rotting wooden railing, honestly I didn't  want a splinter  in my hand, thou I would rather have it stabbing my skin then talking to them .

I hop over two stairs , landing on my feet with a rather  soft  thump ,as I make my way to the dining room table .

"LILLY! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO JUMP LIKE THAT !"

The  dirty blond shouts at me getting closer to my face ,as I am sitting by the ugly wooden table .I sigh at the  drunk .

"Sorry .... mother !"

I reply coldly , looking at her brandy bottle on the table . She sighs in anger and grips my collar of my over sized   black T-shirt .

"You're not sorry ! And how many times have I told you not to call me mother !"

"Kirsty ! Enough ! "

I look over to my foster father  , as he pushed up his  Harry potter looking glasses back on his nose , folding his newspaper and laying  it on the old ugly table .

" You're too soft honestly  ! Haven't you heard  what the rat called me ?"

I wacthed as she walked to my foster father , pointing her finger near his face . He just looked  up at her not really bothered.

"Sit back down Kirsty. I don't have time for your nonsense."

He says rather casually  as he sips his black bitter coffee.

My step mother scoffs  and grips  his   white coffee mug out his hands  forcefully. Its dark warm substance falls over his pale white dress shirt , leaving a dark stain on it , and the  table .