I felt my dress drag on the floor behind me as a walked. 'It doesn't matter. You are stupid and useless.' My mind was my own worst enemy. Twisting the best, most jovial memories I had into sick, twisted nightmares. Just like the first day I saw my father. I was so joyful and carefree, but then it all backfired. Palace guards came and shot him. Straight through the stomach. I sprinted over to him, crying my fragile little eyes out. And when the brutes dragged me away I heard talk of a complete retrieval, capturing the escaped princess. Was I this princess they mentioned? If that was true, Father's murder was all my fault. If hadn't been such an incompetent, five-year-old I could have saved him. Turned myself in before they resorted to force, my father dearest would still be alive and kicking.
And that brings everything in my mind crashing back down to the reason for the memory in the first place. I was trying to figure out who I was. Was I really the girl who stood in the background at the palace or the girl who was the prince's original friend, then his servant?
No words or ideas could have prepared me for who I really was. Or, in my special case, what I really was.
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Forgotten Rose
FanfictionSparkling black hair. Blood red eyes. Gauntly thin limbs and body. A weak underling. That was all Uzuri Usingizi was recognized for. Never had any accomplishments, no family to hold at night, and definitely no close people to stop her deranged actio...
