The Weeping Witch

Chapter Nine

                  

I was growing more and more fond of the idea of marrying Thomas. Getting to know him really did make all of the difference. Through time, I began to notice a different side of Thomas that I had too many of times forced myself to overlook.

  He was kind, gentle, and truly had a wonderful soul. I could feel it. This was such a strange and new feeling for me, I felt my heart already opening up to him. I could not help but believe that there was a small part of me that was beginning to see Thomas in a different way. I went from seeing the annoying arrogant boy, to the respectable, hard-working man I now witness. Although, I still felt a twinge of fear. I had no way of knowing on my own if our marriage held any future.

  Was there any way out of this? Did I have a chance to run away? Could I make a better life for myself by leaving this place?

  A million thoughts ran through my head. I was not sure how to deal with them all. I was not really sure if I even had that much of a choice. I wanted to believe that I did. But I knew. I definitely knew that I had no choice in this matter. I had no way out. It was already decided                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 for me, and I agreed. And that just made it all the more real.

  Like I said before. Thomas is a wonderful person. But, the feeling of having no control over my future, well. I hated it. And I wished with all my heart it could be different.

  My first instinct, of course was to turn to magic. But that was not the way. Using my gifts like that. I just could not. It was not the way of the Sisters. And I could not upset them. I had to live with this just as every Sister had before my time.

  I would soon love him. I had to make that happen. Thomas would be my husband, and I his wife. And now was the time to tell him myself that I accept his proposal.  

  I ran my fingers through my hair as I stared at the dark ceiling.

  I was laying on my back in my bed.

  It was quite early in the morning. And by that, I mean very early. No one was up at this time. It was probably around two, or three. Still dark as the night outside. And while everyone was fast asleep in their beds, I was wide awake in mine. I felt so lonely at this time. And this sort of thing happened quite a lot. I was forced awake at a time when everyone else slept peacefully in their beds. I was still trying to decide if I had been granted with a gift or a curse in this matter. But then again, I really enjoyed it. There were no noises. No one up to tell me what to do. I could think for myself for one. And I quite liked that. I thought to myself that I may have a little time to go out and wander around before the sun rises. I threw the covers off me, and placed my bare feet on the cold, wooden floor. It sent a shiver up my spin. But I shrugged it off, and stood up. As quietly as I could I tiptoed through my room. Outstretching my arms in front of me, feeling my way around to my clothes. I decided that it would be okay to light a small candle. No one would notice.

  The flame lit up my room, making much easier to find what I needed. I rummaged through my chest of clothes, searching for a pair of stockings, and my worn out pale, green dress. After slipping into the dress, and stockings. I carried my candle to the small mirror in the corner. I picked up my brush and worked it through to take out the knots that had formed overnight. I grabbed my black hair bow and quickly braided and tied my hair back, out of my face. I then found my boots setting next to the door frame, and I slid my feet into them, bending down to tie the laces. I let out a quiet sigh, then carefully opened my bedroom door.