Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
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Opal's pov
I OPENED MY EYES AND looked to the side of me, it was a cup of water and a bowl of fruit. I snatched it up quickly, noticing an IV in my arm like always.
I was beginning to get annoyed with all the pricking and waking up in a different bed. I took a sip of the water and popped the mystery fruit into my mouth.
The sweetness left me humming.
I seemed to be in the palace again, I could tell by the bedroom, that it was beautiful. Decorated in pastel colors, white jewels were beaded on the headboard of the bed.
I felt my wings lifted and began flapping.
I loved pastel colors ever since I was a child but Bell broke me out of it. She made me wear black and white every uniform I had for a competition. She said it's because black suited me and I wouldn't be taken seriously in light colors.
Sometimes I felt bad for her. How could someone have so much evil in their heart? But most of the time I was scared of her.
She helped me win, she helped me become successful but to even make it to the top I had to give parts of myself, my innocence, my dignity. Everything that seemed impossible to be taken away was snatched out of my hands.
I shook my head, scoffing.
I stuffed the fruit in my mouth as my thoughts played about in my mind. I wasn't one for depressive thoughts, I never was. I believed everything happened for a reason but ever since I've been away from Bell and had the right to think for myself I'm fucking angry.
She had no right treating me the way she did and I had fallen right into her sticky little trap! It's insane. Papa needed money to get better then Mom disappears once I get successful, her presence was nowhere to be found I was pretty sure she was fucking dead.
Then I get the news that my father's going to die and Bell coaxes me into taking a few pills to feel better. Then I'm in this pattern of drunken nights, high during photoshoots, attending adult parties at the age of sixteen, and waking up in random corners or bathrooms at said parties.
I was never fucking safe!
It hurt. Really bad because... I'm just now realizing how dirty I am. I could've been clean and not like this.
An orb of black engulfs me and I gasp, watching the bedroom disappear and the darkness swallows me whole.
The cup of water in my hands falls to the floor, the glass shatters loudly and the bowl of fruit follows.
