“You’re getting married, you’re getting married, you’re getting married.” I could hear the phrase over and over again. I had to keep telling myself to make myself believe it. But this time it wasn’t my voice. And roses were being thrown all over my body.
I groaned and lifted my arm from the heavy thick sheets. I threw my arm around, blocking the petals from falling on my face. “Amber what the hell?” I yelped, knowing it couldn’t be anyone else.
“You’re getting married today!” She exclaimed. I heard her footsteps move away from the bed. Great, maybe I could sleep away the wedding.
Much to my disappointment a bright ray of sunlight shone through my thin eyelids. “Five more minutes.” I muttered and rolled around, placing myself on my stomach.
“Nope. You have to take a shower, get your hair and makeup done, put your dress on. Then we have to get you into the limo and take you to the venue. Then we have to make sure everything is in tiptop shape and then you’re getting married and then it’s the reception. And then you’re on your way to your honey moon.”
Damn, I had to do a lot today. I wasn’t too fond about the honeymoon part. Sure going to Hawaii seems fantastic, but does it have to be now? I groaned and let Amber pull me out of bed.
“Now get into the shower. You smell like dog.” Amber smiled and pushed me towards the bathroom. I smiled and walked the remaining two feet that she pushed me in. I closed the door behind me and turned the hot water on, ready for a shower.
I quickly removed my clothes and stepped into the shower. I let the steaming hot water fall onto my curly hair. I picked up the shampoo, and tipped over the bottle before opening the top. I looked my left hand and saw the ring glistening in the water. I opened my mouth, letting water drops softly land on my tongue.
I’m getting married today. I’m a 16 year old teenager getting married. I’m not just getting married to anyone, I’m getting married to a 19 year old prince of England. I’m not getting married because I’m in some crazy Amish family, but because my parents arranged for me to marry by the time I was a fetus.
I’ve found the only person I will ever and have ever loved. I’m about to rule a country. Become queen. I’ll never be able to make life’s mistakes, go on a wild ride to California or kiss some random stranger. This is it, no more holding back. The rest of my life is set for me and I couldn’t do a single thing about it.
I dropped my shampoo bottle. I looked down at the shower floor and watched as the water made impact with the white surface. I felt the saltiness touch the top of my lip. As soon as I realized I’d been crying I dropped to the shower floor.
Thirty minutes later Amber came into the shower. She opened the shower door and shook her head. “I knew something like this would happen.” She tsked and muttered. Amber kneeled down and finished washing my hair, noticing that I hadn’t done the task. Once she finished she turned off the water and wrapped me in a towel. I stood up with the help of Amber.
“Why do you do this?” Amber asked, handing me a white fuzzy robe.
“How could I not?” I answered, “How could I not break down each day? I wake up and walk around and everything I do, everything I touch reminds me of what I don’t want. Of what a failure I am. I cant become queen, I cant get married, I cant not have a dad. England doesn’t deserve me, James doesn’t deserve me, my dad needs me. I’m torn in every direction.”
Amber began to comb through my hair with a brush. “But you love James. You would do anything for him and he would do anything for you. You’re dad would want this for you. I bet he’s sitting in that hospital bed at home thinking about you and only you.” I doubt it, he doesn’t even remember me.
