Roses Are Red

Chapter 1

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  I wonder how long it will take for me to die, Days, Weeks, months. I did not know. Maybe soon, but I can't let my hopes up when anyone can look in the Sewer and see me laying here and maybe try to save me. I'm not even sure how long I have been laying in the sewer. My white dress is all ripped up and covered in dirt.

I wonder if my family is worried about me. I doubt it though, they probably are sitting down at the diner table right now getting ready to enjoy a feast. I want to run back to the castle and tell them to give me a second chance. Even though deep down I know they wouldn't.

Their own daughter, the daughter that was supposed to get the crown, the daughter who was supposed to marry a handsome prince, the daughter that was supposed to have magic.

I still remember the disappointment in their faces when I tried to cast the simplest of charms on my 18th birthday and nothing happened. I remember the silence that followed. The birds that lived on the trees outside the castle that were always making noise were dead silent. There was no noise from the village below the castle either. No yelling, no laughing, just silence as my family stared at me in horror and sent me up to my room immediately. I had not budged I hadn't moved towards my room. I just begged them to let me try again but the wand was already ripped from my hand. They soon made my older brother drag me up the stairs to my room. Even as tears started to drip down my face. No comfort, no second chances.

I wasn't allowed out of my room for days. I had wondered what they were going to do to me. I had hoped that maybe it was a dream but when I didn't wake up after pinching myself over and over again I finally came to the conclusion that it was real. They never brought up any food for me as I slowly starved to death. I wondered if that's what they were trying to do, starve me.

On the first three days I stayed locked in my room I had cried and screamed for them to give me another chance but no one came. I couldn't sleep at all because I was always afraid that I wouldn't be able to wake back up.

My room had nothing in it that could keep me alive. It was a small square room with one window overlooking the town. I would watch people bussiling about not realizing that the princess was trapped in her room waiting to wake up from her nightmare even though I knew that it was all too real.

On the fourth day I remember laying on the floor too weak to even look at the window just waiting for death to claim me. I remember feeling my eyes starting to close. The second before I passed out I remember hearing the door open and I remember thinking that they were too late to save me.

When I woke up I was in the sewer that I am laying in now. It's too dark to really see any details but it smells horribly. When I looked around after I woke up, surprised that I was not dead I saw a small piece of paper laying on me. I had opened it up maybe hoping for a note from my Mom or Dad saying that it was all a prank, but when I looked at the note all it said was Goodluck. I had been confused at first wondering what they were wishing me luck for but now I obviously knew. They were wishing me good luck at living my life, even though whoever left me here knew I was going to die. I had tried to think back and see if my eyes had even caught a glimpse of the person that brought me here, but why did it even matter. I just gave up.

Whoever brought me here had left me a small piece of bread that I had immediately devoured. I knew that wasn't smart, that I should have taken little bites but it's not like I'm going to live anyway.

That is where it leads me too now, laying in the sewer a day later wondering why I'm still alive. I slowly try to push myself up to a sitting position. I succeeded but only for a second as my arms were too weak to hold myself up. My mind kept screaming at me to just give up, but I already had. I already accepted my death. I just didn't want to die in a sewer. I obviously knew that I'm not strong enough to lift myself up let alone walk.

I thought through my options, obviously I could yell but that could mean that the wrong person could hear my screams. If I screamed , some creep could come and do god knows what. Or one of those poor people would come and save me only to sell her to some filthy rich person as a maid or slave. There was really no other option if I didn't want to die in this sewer.

  "Help! Help!" I scream only for a few seconds before the sewer grate above me moves to the side. Bright lights shine down onto me blinding me as I'm not able to see who moved it. When my eyes adjust I see this older lady with graying hair looking down at me. The second I see her my stomach plummets. She's smiling at me wickedly. The light from the outside shows a little bit of the inside the Sewer.

"Sebastian! Daniel!"the lady says. "If we fix this one up a little she might be worth some."

I see two other figures appear. They are old men there hair grown out and beard long.

"Aint she pretty!"The one man says. He has a longer beard than the other guy and when he smiles I can see missing teeth.

He said pretty? He thinks I'm pretty laying in a sewer in a torn white dress, my hair probably sticking out in weird angles.

Both guys start climbing down the ladder. I'm starting to prefer dying in the sewer...