Meet Belle

Entry Five

Sept. 17, 2015

It finally happened. I can't believe it. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor did have something up their sleeves. I knew they wouldn't be nice to me for no reason. I finally know why I've been treated like a princess for the past few days. They're marrying me off. They're going bankrupt and I'm being sold. The Johnsons are a very wealthy family and Gared seemed to be interested in me so Mr. Johnsons suggested an arranged marriage. My engagement to Gared means we are going to be equally as wealthy as them.

Mr. and Mrs. Taylor sat me down earlier after confirming that I am in perfect condition without a flaw in sight. "You're marrying Gared, Mr. Johnsons' son." That was it. I was engaged and I don't even have a choice in the matter. You can just tell by the way Mr. Taylor said it, that I should be happy someone would even think of taking me as their bride. I couldn't do anything; I just nodded and went up to my room without being dismissed. I would have been punished for that if it wasn't for the engagement. I wasn't really angry or sad, though I was disappointed.

I was starting to believe that everything was real. The yells stopped, the bruises went away, and they even gave me a gift.But, everything was just a ruse, so they could sell me in perfect condition. I felt like they made me wear a blindfold and would just let them be without a fight. I knew that if I struggled, the shackles on my hands and feet would never let me escape anyway. I should have tried at least, but my brain somehow fried. I guess I'm just not very bright, and as time went by , my fight just dried up. I've been raised to follow, after all. Saying no is never an option, and I knew that I would have to agree to this engagement no matter what, it was never my choice.

Hey Notebook, you know my secret, I could never be against being together with Gared, but the fact that I actually believed they were finally starting to love me, no, I wasn't starting to believe it, I wanted to believe it. I wanted to believe everything was okay, I wanted to blindfold myself and cover my eyes, on my own. I wanted it so badly that I ignored every signal in my brain that screamed to be careful. To not hope too much and to watch out, because as much as I was used to the bruises on my body, I was also tired of hoping they could love me as their child.

I didn't understand how people couldn't see that I love them, and I am grateful that they've raised me. I'm their child, and I could never forget the feeling of entering this house for the first time. It felt like I was about to be a princess, well, that was until Mrs. Talor said I was actually a pauper. But still, I was amazed that they thought of me like a pauper, cause they've made me feel less than that. They gave me clothes I could wear , a roof over my head with a bedroom, that although is not the one I slept in, I could show to others when they came over, claiming it as mine.

I'm greedy, even after everything they have given me, I still wanted more. I wanted them to smile at me and love me, as much as I loved them. Maybe accepting this ring will finally do it.

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POEM:

A blindfold covers my sight
I take it without a fight
Because even if I struggle with all my might
The shackles would not let go of my right

I should have tried
But my brain somehow fried
I'm not very bright
And somehow my fight just dried up

I've been raised to follow
Saying no is something
They would never allow
And now I must take this ring