in which the sun meets the sea
but it's not that simple
verena find herself in an entirely new situation, a new sense of hope entering her life. will the boy be her blessing or her curse. or maybe she was the curse from the beginning.
set at camp...
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anetia liked festivals, she liked them a little too much. she loved the buzz of the crowd, the sweaty and mostly friendly vibe of it all. she loved the music and the dancing and she most of all loved the end of the night when she'd end up in a tent that most definitely wasn't hers.
that's how she had her first and only daughter. pregnancy wasn't ideal for anetia, she never wanted to carry a child let alone birth one. however, she felt obliged to have this child. she didn't know why, she never been told to by anyone she just felt she had too.
now this strong feeling never meant she should be a mother. the festival loving woman wasn't the best fit. i mean just a week before she was sniffing crack of some teenagers acrylic. she just wasn't ready. anetia was 27 when she fell pregnant. not too young but not too old either. you'd think after a baby she'd settle down.
obviously that was unrealistic.
she only went and dropped the little baby round her aunties house and fucked off to electric castle in romania. now i'm not trying to make the little thing sound ungrateful because she loves her aunt mary but it would be nice to have one stable parent. it's worse enough having issue with one or the other, but she's stuck with mummy and daddy issues.
that's the next thing. no dad. he supposedly died but theres have a strong feeling anetia met him once then never saw him again. pretty certain it's not a love child. but not much more to complain about, she had a really nice up bringing with her aunt.
mary was beautiful and kind, she always put everyone first and made sure Verena was at her most. she made sure the girl used her tallent and that school was always completed. endless nights sat in the kitchen, teaching long and short division or why macbeth envisions banquo at the dinner table. she made sure they ate and washed and she mostly made sure there was fun. they'd go out together all the time, swimming, dancing, karaoke, zoos, literally anything and they'd do it together. verena would always describe her as the brightest star, it's just her star had now faded.
that was a year ago when she was 16, after that the only person who was legally allowed to take care of her was her mother. so until she finished the end of her school year her life consist of a drunken mother on the sofa in the week and an absent lonely house on the weekends.
as soon as september rolled around she shipped verena straight to an apprenticeship in england. the bds international riding school.
the brunette loves her job, she's very lucky with that. she gets to work with horses something she's lived around thanks to mary. she'd also been taught french. so now the girl works there for kids who visit england that couldn't speak english. it's so that she can communicate to them in their language to make sure the experience is fun and safe.
a lot of people travel all over the world to ride the horses at their stables and it is a lot of work but it gives the girl enough money that she can provide for herself when she turns 18 at the end of the year.
today was another normal day. stephanie, her best friend was complaining like usual. as verena used her fork to shovel the horses shit, the other girl spoke.
"Vere i seriously don't understand why we do this for a living."
"we get payed for it steph. it's not labour." stephanie was a very beautiful girl, she was 16 with stunning long lashes. her dark brown complexion blended smoothly with her pale pink lips and her lovely woven braids. she always wore light blue, that's because on the first day Verena told her she really suited that colour. she smiled so wide her skin could peel off. you could almost see a range of colour in her irises. turns out she had rough family life too and it's the nicest compliment she's ever had. they've been hip to hip ever since. steph doesn't have a mother, like vere and her dad, she's never known her mother. her father fell into drug abuse when she was born, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia hence why she's here. her older brother also went here, he was nice.
"i'm just so tired, it would be nice to have a holiday." steph huffed, not an ounce of sweat threatened to seep through her flawless skin.
"i'll take you to any place you want one day."
"really?? well you better start singing then."
the girls finished all their stable work as quick as they could. they wanted to get home to sleep. as the girls rushed to the field with stawbs, their favourite horse verena saw something from the corner of her eye.
as stephanie put the horse in the field verena took time in looking at what it was. for a moment she saw a woman dressed in a black gown, almost like a victorian teacher. the woman walked into the barn and vere felt her feet moving before she could think.
as she got closer to the building she felt cold, her hairs standing up and she shivered.
"hello, can i help you?" she shouted into the darkness but got no reply. "hola" no reply. "bonjour?" it came out so uncertain, she could barely hear herself. Verenas stomach was tearing itself apart by now at how uneasy she felt. it was almost as if she could sense something.
"je pense que tu veux dire bonsoir" the voice came out so smooth yet cutting like something was getting ready to pounce. ("i think you mean good evening")
"comment puis-je vous aider, nous sommes actuellement fermés" verena spoke feeling bile rising from the back of my throat. ("how can i help you? we're currently closed")
"je ne suis pas là pour les chevaux chérie" ("i'm not here for the horses dear")
"qu'est-ce que tu veux de l'argent?" the brunettes heart was pounding at this point and she felt as though she would faint in an instant. ("do you want money")
"sang" ("blood") Vere gasped in reply but quickly caught her breath as she felt the woman breathing on her skin. even though before her voice sounded so distant she also felt so close. like she was right next to her. the air was cold but it had a hum to it.
vere felt her eyes close as she prepared for the worst. her legs were set and ready to run. a pair of hands grabbed the girl and she jumped. opening her eyes the lights were now on and Steph stood in-front of her.
"why are you taking so long?" she said huffing. "are you talking to someone?" she questioned looking slightly concerned. Verena let out a breath of relief and gave one good look around before she started advancing for the exit, arm in stephs.
"steph i think i need more of my 'going crazy meds'."
"at least your self aware."
i've changed barely anything to this first chap except it's now all third person. the next few chapters are gonna be HELLA different. i'm thinking of scrapping the entire beach scene however i think i might keep it.
