Elizabeth was alone her entire life. She raised herself, learning how to cook, grow her own foods, sew, and most of all, craft. She never left the small cabin in the woods. As something always told her to never leave. The small voice in her head always told her to stay or else something bad would happen.
For some strange reason as the years passed to her 18th birthday, she felt lost. She felt as if she was missing something important but she could never recall why.
The girl loved reading and painting. She loved reading about the history of the world, the afterlife, cooking and painting the beautiful meadows in the afternoons. She wasn't entirely sure where she got all these supplies from, but she assumed they were from her family before they died in a car accident.
She didn't remember much of her childhood, other than blurry images of her fathers face before being told he and her mom died in an accident. So she was alone, but she didn't mind it. She was grateful for the things she had and the memories she made with herself.
She tended to have nightmares though.
She would wake up in a cold sweat wondering why the sound of static filled her mind. To clear her head of these awful nightmares, she would often take small walks through the woods in her favorite, red coat. She would hum silently to herself as the cool night air chilled her skin, calming her.
Other times when she felt she couldn't breath, or being crushed by an invisible force, she would cry. She would scream and cry her eyes out when she felt like she was going insane. She was so alone she didn't know what to do. But she would always smile and laugh afterwards. Things happen for a reason.
Aside from all those horrid nightmares and the sense of being alone, Elizabeth didn't always hate being alone. She was able to spend suck quite with nature, learning more about survival in the forest. She never ventured past the edge of the forest, so she knew every great, beautiful scenery to go to, the tallest tree, the biggest cave. What ever it was in that forest, she was able to know immediately.
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He Was Always There(Alastor)
Romance(Art not mine) Abandoned at a young age, she was taken in by a certain demon who had other intentions. Elizabeth felt as if she was missing a piece of her and her life after she was 12, but she could never figure it out. One night she was encountere...
