Writers Forest[Editing]

•~18~•

I've wasted all
My tears
Wasted all those years
Nothing had the
Chance to be good
Nothing ever Could

I wake up with such force. As I do so, the the hard concrete floor begins to shake.

Its freezing cold and dark, not even the slightest sighting of the moon.

I stand up and start to walk when I come face to face with steel bars.

Groping in every direction, it's official, I'm locked up.

My neck begins to sting. I bring my hands up to touch it, liquid flowing down and drying at the bottom of my neck.

'What happened to me?' I think as I begin to panic.

My memory is clouded. I can't think.

"You don't remember, well why don't the two of us take a trip down memory lane, huh?" A dark metallic voice emerges from somewhere in the room, or whatever I'm in.

"Well lets get started." They says and a flash of light blasts from nowhere, blinding me for some time due to being locked up in here for so long.

"Oh, I'm sorry your Highness. Didn't mean to blind you." He mocks.

A video begins to play on the light.

My mom.....

She's in the labor room giving birth.

I was hoping I never had to see this video my whole life, but here I am, watching it.

The baby is born and the camera goes closer. A voice started speaking as the camera view turns around.

"You did great Madam Frost." My dad says as the view is now on my mom, the baby and his face.

They are all smiling, but there is a hidden anger in my dads eyes and sympathy in my moms.

"Mommy is he going to be the king after grandpa?" A petit voice asked from a corner of the room.

My dad laughs his nervous shut-the-hell-up laughs as he turn the camera to the little girl.

"Mary, been playing pretend with grandpa again, huh?" My dad asks nervously.

"No. You told me that, remembe-"  
My dad cuts her off in a rush.

"Okay Sweetheart, go play with your dolls in the waiting room." He says slightly rushed.

The little girls doesn't hesitate to speed out of the room.

"Wait. Her name, her face. That was my sister when she was younger." I whisper to myself.

Then realization of the oddness of this dawn on me. "But she is my younger sister, how is she here when I was born?"

The cold voice begins to hysterically laugh. "Your telling me you never noticed all the times she physically looked older."

"Well fact number one, she can change her age appearance." He says. 

"And boy did I hate it."  Another voice says.