Sorrow's doings.

Meaning of me.

Charles did more than what he said, he took me to court, started things against me, and I got sentenced to 32 years in prison for Child mental and physical abuse, and animal cruelty. 

I thought to myself, the allegations were fake, but I'm not sure anymore, spending time in prison was like hell, it was something I just experienced for the first time, I'd rather not get into it. 

It was a bore, hard work, and stupid prisoners, one night, I was thinking of someone, my father. Years ago, I was but a child, my dad had some thoughts that he always says out loud, I remember him saying to me, like "I sometimes wanna throw you into that fireplace, give you a warm welcoming to paradise." The things he said, kind of hurt my feelings, for my age, but then I stopped minding it, since I thought he didn't mean it at all, till it got real, lord, He used to stare at me for hours, till he made action, did something worse every time.

One time, he broke a glass bottle and forced me to swallow the shards, I survived that, and whenever he took me to a hospital, he'd make things up to make them believe I'm insane, he'd claim I swallowed it myself, while that wasn't the truth, he locked me up in my room, without anything to do, but write, what was I writing about? We'll get to that later.

 My father gifted me Janette, my dog, he named her, she was my favorite thing in the entire world, I treasured her, even though she was a pup, I loved her as if she was my own child, i made lots of bows for her, they were adorable on her luscious locks of fur. 

Continuing, This had been happening for years, and where's my mother you may ask, she had other things to attend, barely stayed at home, and my father would be present most the time.

My father got me engaged to archduke of cilis' son, my dead husband, then things changed when he took me away from the chateau. 

That's when my life got a lot better, I got a job as a designer and model, I had my child, Rosemary, i designed all her clothing myself, I just loved to, my husband.. I don't really remember what he used to do, it's not that he didn't tell me, I didn't care enough to know.

 I was doing my own thing, and he was doing his. My husband sometimes took Rosemary on trips with him, and when he asks me to come with, I'm always busy, I did go with them when I could, but that wasn't often. 

We used to have a lot of fun, till he decided to watch me on the catwalk, if only he wasn't there, things could've been different, or maybe it's a good thing that he's no longer present. 

I never knew my husband's family, they were at my wedding, but I never went with him to visit them, I didn't really want to, I've always look down on them, they were like ants to me, people who stayed far behind me, I could end them with one step.

 I had a large ego, I still do, I'm getting a bit tired of this talk, I want my damn daughter back, she's all I have now, I'll take her by force, I have to, just wait for me to get out of here Rosemary, I'll get you back.

While I was deep in thought, a prisoner threw a bucket at me, hit me in the face, it was a young girl, she looked menacing, She always starts trouble, I didn't wanna do anything about it, she is a child after all, so I just ignored her laughing at me. 

It was time for everyone to go to bed, I did promise to tell you what I used to write, didn't I?

I had a small journal, I would write down fun stories, I don't really remember what I wrote, but they were bad things, lots of death, lots of sorrow, I remember a name.. Acheron.

River of Sorrow.. Did I mention having a brother?