Before I Fall

Chapter Twenty-two

The scars were slowly healing but her pride was still torn to shreds and her mind reliving the last forty-eight hours. After the debacle at the ceremony ended, Morgan had managed to stand on wobbly feet and staggererd out of the Grand Hall. No one came to her aid as she left, instead Mignon called for the next performance and champagne for everyone. The acclamation resumed in the background as Morgan struggled to find the closest private area to assess the damage that was done. The servants she passed all gasped in horror and scurried away from her except one. The kind woman who had been her caregiver as a child. She put down the tray of champagne she was carrying and rushed to Morgan's side.

"Your Majesty, oh- your face!" Sharen whispered. The older woman held up the princess who looked as if she was about to fall down.

"I... I can't- I can't see clearly." Morgan slurred out. Her sight was blurry and her jaw was on fire.

"Of course. Allow me to help you." she said as she walked with her to the next hallway where Morgan knew a washroom was located. They entered the room and the servant placed Morgan against the sink as she turned on the faucet. Using a wash cloth, Sharen gently wiped the blood and tears from Morgan's eyes. She hissed in pain at the touch of the wet cloth and cursed under her breath.

When her eyes felt clear enough to see, Morgan turned to look in the mirror. She was unrecognizable, blood coated her beautiful skin. A swollen jaw, her eyes were almost swollen shut and her bent nose was bleeding profusely. Morgan looked at Sharen who was staring at her dislocated shoulder.

"We have to fix that right away Princess." she stated and Morgan nodded. Placing Morgan to sit on the edge of the clawfoot bathtub, Sharen lifted Morgan's arm then instructed her to count to three. However, she had skillfully put Morgan's arm back in place by the time she counted two which resulted in another shout from the wounded princess. It hurt like a bitch but felt much better than her bone pressing into flesh.

"Thank you Sharen, but you shouldn't have helped me. Mignon will-"

"I have been looking after you when you were no bigger than my arm and I will continue to do so. The Queen may punish me anyway as she sees fit, it wouldn't be the first time." Morgan didn't know what to say but only hoped her caregiver could see how grateful she was.

"I have to get out of here, please."

"Of course Princess, I will inform your driver to pick you up at the service entrance of the castle. Please, wait here." Sharen then rushed out of the water closet, leaving her alone.

Now all Morgan had left was her thoughts. How could Mignon do this to her? Did she despise her this much? Who was she kidding? Of course Mignon hated her, she said as much. That mammoth Lena, had been under the tutelage of Mignon herself ever since they were girls. They disliked each other back then, even more so Lena because Mignon had always been her idol and felt she was more deserving of the royal title than Morgan. So it was no surprise that Lena almost killed her.

An unknown feeling crept up her spine. Morgan dreaded being here, the palace was so constricting, she could barely breathe. All she wanted was to go far away, back to Earth where she didn't have to deal with all of this bullshit. Without warning, her body began writhing as another spasm took over her body.

"Not now!" Morgan cried as pain erupted from every nerve in her body, crippling her until she fell unto the ground. Vision going yellow when the dancing stars appeared, she jerked rapidly as her body released it's nectar. Her body shaked for a little over two minutes before she calmed down and her sight became nornal again. She felt so weak, she struggled to stand up and Sharen came back in the bathroom just in time to help her.

"You're Majesty, are you alright?" her fearful voice rung in Morgan's ear.

"I'll be fine Sharen, just help me to the car."

The shorter brown skinned woman took on most of Morgan's weight as they walked steadily through the halls, the kitchen then to the servant's entrance. Morgan didn't miss the questioning and judgmental stares of the other servers but didn't mind them. However, what she did see was  one of Mignon's guards taking her beautiful present for her baby brother and throwing the unwrapped gift in the big trash storage shed. What ever broken pieces of her heart remained, broke into smaller pieces. Looking away quickly, Morgan entered her car carefully, minding her injuries as she did then eased down so she wouldn't be spotted by anyone easily.

Her driver took off making sure to take detours from the main streets that were still blocked. Meanwhile, Morgan could still hear the people cheering all around, glimpsed at the tributes still being paid to Mercer on the big screens as if she didn't almost lose her life a few moments ago. Mignon sat happily on her throne and standing beside her was none other than Lena. The deep cuts on her arms and left leg still burned but the darkness that danced inside her belly burned more. Morgan's revenge would be sweeter than the honey in her tea. She could feel it, she knew it would be. The lifeless look in Mignon's eyes would reignite the light she snuffed out.

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The view from her penthouse showed that the videos of her epic failure were still splashed up on the digital screens around the city with mocking headlines. She was a pariah now more than ever, a big fucking joke on everyone's lips. Mignon had lit the match and all that she ever was had gone up in flames. No respect, no reverence would be shown, Morgan was just an ordinary circus clown for everyone to laugh at.

Her home had been her safe haven for four days. The doors of her apartment were secured with a spell and symbols that would keep everyone that was demon outside. At least her magic studies came in handy at such a time as this. She would watch on as the entire Underworld laughed at her misfortune. Fortunately, something good had come out of all this, apparently her powers had been activated but on a lower scale. She wasn't sure about what she could do exactly but she felt diffierent.

This made Morgan pleased because her healing process had begun to move faster now. The salve she had made and therapeutic excercises she had been using after she came home hadn't been sufficient for the wounds she had sustained. Now, the swellings had disappeared leaving only dark ugly bruises and the pain in her shoulder and jaw was minimal to a point she could handle. The cuts were also healing nicely. In another day or two, she would be back to her normal state.

Morgan hadn't been to school or her studio either. There was work to be done at both places but truth be told they weren't her top priority at the moment. She needed to secure some dark crystals for teleporting to Hillary's house but to get them, she would have to leave her home which she wasn't ready for. Loneliness had been her best friend, the solitude was refreshing for a change, it was different from being a celebrity on Earth. Although she noted this time around that she didn't cry or binge on junk food after the incident, no, instead she cooked healthy meals, read topics that she would need to know for her classes and took laps in her pool. It was the feeling of acceptance that cradled her, knowing that things would not get better for her here, that Mignon was a piece of shit and that she would need to accept whatever came her way.

Leaving the confines of her bedroom, Morgan went downstairs to do something, anything at all. She had so much energy that it puzzled her.  No attacks for the last four days Morgan felt like she could skip across the ocean and fly over a mountain. This was good, she was getting over it what happened. Pushing it down and forgetting what the past few days would be best if she wanted to get back to her training as soon as possible. Taking a her cleaning supplies, Morgan dusted, swept, wiped and scrubbed her home to her liking. She sang and danced to the Rap music playing in the background as she cleaned. Bending over to hold her ankles, Morgan shook her butt provocatively to the rhythm causing her cotton shorts to slip comfortably between her ass cheeks. She was in a good mood.

"Morgan open up! It's Lourdes!" Morgan paused at the sound of her sister but then continued with her chore.

"I know you're there sweetie. Just open up so we can talk about what happened." Lourdes was knocking on the door because she couldn't break in this time.

"Go away!" Morgan shouted in annoyance. Dusting her crystal decor, Morgan thought about what to prepare for dinner.

"Fine, but I'll be back tomorrow and you better open the door!" again Morgan ignored her sister then turned up the volume on her built-in entertainment system.