𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒... thorfinn

two

two
meaningless

YEARS PRIOR THERE WAS A FAMILIAR HUM IN A SMALL SHED.

Soft and quiet, but the girl could heard each and every note. Her eyes blinked awake, her body aching with every breath as she realized she was alive.

How was she alive?

Her eyes scanned her bandaged arms, before scaling up to see a woman. She was pale and had long chestnut brown hair, both skin and hair visibly dirty. Her hazelnut eyes were big and she had long lashes. But she was humming softly, rocking the bandaged girl.

"Mama," The girl croaked out, tears filling her eyes as her arms flung the woman's neck, pulling her into a tight hug.

Everything was hurting.

She began sobbing as her mother rubbing her back.

"It's okay Astrid, you are strong," Her mother had said.

The little girl, no older than six, had let her mother go, sitting in the woman's lap as she sobbed. Her hands ran against her cheeks trying to make the tears to stop, but they didn't. Her hair was a deep black, having her fathers hair.

But her eyes were just like her mothers.

"No I'm not," She said back, "Why didn't he just kill me."

The mother ran her hands through her daughter's hair. Her daughter's appearance couldn't help but make her heart break. She had to beg for bandages but she was able to get her daughter's wounds covered up. The bandages covered the girl along her arms and legs. She wore a dress, dirtied up by mud and dust. Face and hair was covered in grim, not having a wash in weeks.

She wished that they hadn't been dealt these unfortunate cards.

"He should've killed me," Her daughter begged, the tears streaming down her face.

"Don't say that Astrid," The mother whispered, her hand tracing her daughter's cheeks to wipe away the tears.

"But I don't want to hurt anymore!" The young girl fired back as she sobbed, "I want it to stop!"

The familiar hum came from the woman's lips, attempting to soothe her daughter, but the girl just continued crying.

"Why was I born?" She begged her mother, "Why did you bring me here."

The mother face scrunched, and her lips quivered. Watching as her daughter so desperately pleaded to be dead.

Her six year old daughter wished to be dead.

And there was nothing she could do about it, bound to this place by chains.

The fries just got louder until footsteps were heard.

Instantly they both went silent. The little girl freezing in fear as they heard the footsteps trail up to the door.

They were soft, they weren't him.

But no footsteps were a good omen.

The door to the room swung open, a woman standing in front of the two. The wife of the person who owned this land.

The wife of him.

At times, she could be worse then him. The hatred she had for the two females being dark and very deep in the wife's hearts.

Her husband's mistress and her husband's illegitimate child.

"You're wanted, get cleaned up and dressed," she demanded. The wife took her keys out, unlocking the chain that bounded the woman's foot.

Astrid watching as her mother stood up, softly smiling at her daughter before walking out. The door shutting and locking behind.

They lived in a single room, more so a shed. There was one bed and old hay scattered the room. When she was younger she was told it was a old storage room for the horse's hay and when her mother was brought as a slave, the owner loved her. So much that he gave her, her very own house.

It wasn't much of a house though.

She peeked through the one window they had, watching her mother walk to the big house not too far.

It was often she was taken, she was the favorite out of all the slaves he'd had.

His marriage to his wife was solely for business and land agreements, but he had no love for her.

Astrid wasn't sure what love was.

But she'd known she didn't like the type of love her father had for her mother.

It was obsessive and overly-protective. He wanted her to stay with him forever.

That's how her oldest brother came.

Astrid had remembered met him a total of three times. But when she was a baby, her mother had said she'd been over the 'big house' often.

What six year old Astrid had gather from the three times she could remember.

He was tall, to be fair, she was a kid so she was considerably short.

They both had their father's hair and their mother's eyes. But all of his features resembled their father.

He didn't like their father, but loved their mother.

And finally, he'd wished he could spend more time with her.

Her father had a sole heir, and that was her brother, Arne.

So when Arne was six, he was allowed to live in the 'big house' full time. He'd sleep and eat there. He trained and made friends. He'd prepared to become and heir.

Three years later, when he was nine. Their mother and father had another kid.

Arnar.

The one Astrid remembered meeting once. Form what she remembered of him, he was shorter than Arne, had their mother's hair and eyes but their father's facial features. He was timid, and he preferred their father.

He'd been taken from their mother at birth and grown up in the big house.

Then, two years later, Astrid was born.

Astrid was not a boy.

Astrid was not a heir.

So Astrid was sent to live with her mother.

Astrid could remember the very early days of her childhood.

They were good, her mother seemed happy.

But then, after the accident, her mother wasn't happy anymore. After a failed escape attempt she was bound to the house by chains. To make sure her mother stayed in line, Astrid was used as collateral. Being the only child of her fathers, not needed as an heir.

Astrid wished he'd just killed her.

Instead of beating her to the verge of death.

Since this life, felt completely, meaningless.

authors note

excuse the horrible spelling
i didn't edit
but here you go <3

lil astrid backstory