The neglected lady raised a wolf

The difference between us - chapter (1)

With my cane in my hand, I slowly walked down the endlessly long stairs where I had entered the ancient kitchen. Switching my gaze upon the old depilated clock: it's hands paused . I had no concept of time except from that one open window which alerted me to wether it was day or night.

Opening the cabinets full of dust and dirt, I noticed a singular loaf of bread that hadn't been there the day before. The butler must of came over again, I thought to myself. Every week a new loaf of bread would appear with a bucket of clean water that would usually lay besides the kitchen door.

Looking around, I couldn't find it? Did he forget to provide me with water or had my family forgotten me? Why the loaf of bread then? My expression turned sorrowful. I needed water and the only way to find some was to find a source myself. I tiredly walked up the stairs and reached for the empty bucket in my bathroom. Holding my cane in one hand and the bucket in the other, slowly and difficultly I dragged the bucket down the stairs with my body.

Heading for the front door, I dropped the bucket and pulled the doorknob, it wouldn't open... I struggled and struggled, latching onto the doorknob and pulling it will all my might. But the door hadn't opened.

What do I do?

Did they really want me dead...?

A sole idea came to mind, I must break the door down, but how? I hadn't the strength. As I thought intensely, I had remembered: there was tools hung up on the wall of the kitchen, I had never paid it any mind before, but now I remembered, that axe.

That was my way out, I thought. Breaking down that door was my best bet for survival. My family had hidden me and now they had forgotten me... the only person I had was myself and even thought I had nothing to live for, I wanted to... picking up the axe: it was dull and heavy, so heavy I had instantly dropped it on the floor as one hand could not support it. The axe dropped towards my foot and I slipped in avoidance. Falling straight onto the hard floor. Ow, I screeched quietly

My cane had fallen with me, bashing onto my small and delicate hand. Picking the axe up, I crawled myself to the door. I hadn't had enough control in my left leg to use it and I had entirely relaid on my cane, but at this moment I couldn't hold both the cane and an axe so I dragged my body to the door instead.

Lifting my body and standing on my knees My legs began to wobble a bit however I managed to gather some balance, smashing the axe against the door, the door began to chip away: large chucks of wood came gushing out, attacking my face, the sharp wood shards pierced my skin, causing my blood to escape.

But eventually the door came down and I saw a young, beautiful girl laying in the field. She wasn't there before? Who was she?

The quick thought popped into my mind, is she related to me?

I had only known the existence of my brother though only due to my brief encounters with my erratic mother.

The young girl had crimson red eyed with long eyelashes, silky blonde hair and a delicate stance. She was beautiful and even though I had only seen my face through the view of a shattered window she looked like me....

As our eyes meet, she screamed and cried: her eyes filled with the endless supply of water that ran along her face. She screamed "don't hurt me!!! Please!!..." her body shook in fear. I dropped the axe in my hand and attempted to soothe her with my words "I-I'm s-sorry" I managed to say, slowly and gravely.

"Ahhhhh" she roared and cried, it seemed the sound of my voice had pushed her into further fear. I was puzzled, I hadn't known what to do.

"My lady!" A maid and butler screeched in unison as they dashed over to the panicking girl. "My lady, you are forbidden from entering this field. I'm sure your father notified you..." they held onto her shoulders and helped her stand of her feet.

She peered her eyes disgustedly down at me and said "what is that..?"

Huh

Was she referring to me? 'That' was it me...?

I felt my eyes bubble in sadness but I held my tears back as I saw the butler beckon me to go back up into my tower.

Ah, they called her 'lady'. She must be my sister...?

Picking up my cane, I carried myself up the stairs and crashed right into the embrace of my bed. The mattress was hard and stiff but in times like this, it seemed soft. Gripping onto each side of my pillow, I cried. It wouldn't stop. I couldn't help it.

Was I so hideous she had to cry?

My will to life wavered, but a singular hope in me kept me alive.

One day: I was going to escape.