The Girl With Two Faces

A New Rose-Lily White

I stared down at the Doc, and his baffled expression amused me so.  I let the smile widen just a tad with what Lila, ahem, I mean my step mother, and yes, she very well knew who I was.

“Why it's me Lily White,” I said and winked.

 Gregory walked in the room wearing an enraged emotion upon his squared face. His fiery hair same color as our father's and mine was strung across his infuriated face, and his voice beat at the edges of the room as he said in complete and utter disgust, "Dammit, this girl is a retard."  I took no offense for his slow minded words and with his terrible intellect. He, in symbol, was like picking up an empty bottle that had been broken. There was no use of a broken bottle, and it was simply meant to be thrown away or cut the person who picks it up. The only use he had was to bring in money. What a half-wit!

"You too, brother." I sneered in a superior tone. Gregory's face reddened as he planned to hit me, but the Doc had made a rather intriguing move by the fact he plainly stated, "There shall be no violence for it demolishes my evaluation." So with that Gregory's anger passed the metaphorical roof, yet oddly he put down his hand and skulked out our old wooden door to the cold rainy weather outside. This was strange even for him because usually he did this with out thought or recognition to what the other person would think or say.

"I'll have to take her with me for the doctor to see this condition for he knows how to treat it better than I for I am an apprentice; therefore, I'll be coming back early in the morning an hour after sunrise I shall be here." said the Doc with confidence. This was my chance I could leave and never come back! Lily Black might have an issue with this but the money I could make if I leave! I could be the wealthy herbal witch! Yes, my old friend, Eva Smith, would be glad to take me in. Yet how will I get there for Doc might take me right back here? No, he won't I'll just tell him I want to see an old friend before I go back, and I'll tell him to leave for I just need some lessons on how to brew some of her famous herbal teas and how to make them since she "promised" me an apprenticeship. 

"Retard! Leave my sight!" yelled the hateful Lila. I just looked upon her old wrinkled face with gray hair surrounding and I witnessed something I could never forget in those eyes of the old hag. I'm positive it was he undying hatred she had felt for me since I first saw her. That same rage at the thought she had to raise this child who wasn't hers. I know the reason she married my father as did Gregory she married for money. My father and I not rich but we had a fortune that'd last my lifetime and half of the next. My father. Where are you? I can barely see your face anymore. Oh Papa, why did you leave?? Was it because of me and how there is two of me in the same girl? Was it that wretched woman you married? Her awful evil son?

"I SAID LEAVE!" shouted the hag as she pulled my hair and coerced me back into my dark room which was down the stairs. I stood up angered with a bloody lip, and I was tempted to go back up and show her sense though I remembered I had to heal my busted lip and enhance my beauty even just a tad so my plan will work. Yes, my beauty will have to be toned up for I to play on the Doc's heart strings.

I started this up with a thin sprig of rosemary I've kept and let grow and hidden from the hag and the brute Gregory for they'd destroy my precious plant. Ugh such savage creatures I'm very pleased that I do not share their vile blood. Rosemary would do nicely. It is in myth that the goddess Aphrodite wore this upon her rising from the sea; therefore, rosemary represented great beauty. I tore thirteen leaves from the growing plant and placed them gently upon the bed of my childhoods'  past. Luckily, I bought the lotion for beauty from Eva last week for this rosemary would be almost useless without it. While rubbing lotion and rosemary into my skin I whispered,

"Hac rosemary , EGO precor fortuno per decor , pro cras dies , Decor quod dolosus pars per pars , quod meus verus intentions velieris , sic tribuo mihi decor , quod tribuo mihi vires."

Yes, this was perfect with the air around my skin a bright and shining pink. My cat, Rahjja, a orange and black cat he was very similiar to a tiger. His eyes sparkled with intelligence that I hoped one day I'd know. I only said,

"Ohh Rahjja, with your eyes of pearl green,

show me what is unseen,

I want to learn,

I want wealth,

and very good health.

Ohh Rahjja, Oh Rahjja,

let me see,

Ohh Rahjja, Ohh Rahjja,

I want to be."

I needed night to hurry now for time  is much needed, but I also need sleep though if I sleep I might turn into Lily Black. No, I don't think I will, but I hope I will not. Okay now I sleep. I walked to the little bed in the cellar room that held old bedding. I remember before the hag was here and the brute; Papa tucked me into bed and whispered into my ear a story of a princess finding her father but I wished I remembered what the rest of the story was.

I laid upon the comfortable bed seeing and visualizing the last part of this beauty ritual I saw myself as the moon. I was the moon, and I shined, and no I wasn't like most people. I was the moon; I shined upon people in their darkest hour, but I did not want to be like the sun and shine upon you all day long.  I saw myself sitting in a field with the moon shining down upon me. I was the moonchild, and my whole life's goal was to see the smile from a sunchild.

I slept with pleasant dreams but when I awoke I was...