Son Of Nothing

1/The Castle

I woke up to the blaring sound of cutlery next door. I looked up and noticed that someone was knocking at my door. I walked over and answered the door to my servant, Cookson. His plump cheeks were bright pink, with slicked back grey hair and a moustache. He had his fancy suit on. He'd never had his fancy suit on, only for fancy dinners. Maybe....

"Get this on now," He blurted out with a frustrated expression. I looked at the few items in my hands. A pink sparkling heavily corseted dress, with glinting sequins. A blonde wig, with a huge flower at the top of it, with pink matching gloves and what seemed to be 4-inch heels, with glitter going across the end of them.

"Oh, and these." He handed me a bright red lipstick, followed by a silver tiara, with what seemed like a million gold and red and other coloured gems that fitted perfectly into the spaces of the tiara.

He saw me staring in shock.

"Chop Chop then!" Cookson snapped, startling me. "Everyones waiting for you!". He walked out calmly, but then slammed my huge bedroom doors in anger. I first looked at my bedside table, were my prince clothes laid there, dead, while I looked at the girly princess clothes, screaming at me so it can be worn.

"Well what else can I do?" I claimed, shrugging. I started by taking the wig, and fitting it on my head. I stopped for a second, to consider for a moment why I was even supposed to wear this. I didn't care. I can finally have a change, rather then chores, chores and more CHORES. I could finally be treated how I wanted to be treated. I proceeded to awkwardly wriggle the bright pink dress on, with extreme care. I felt a zip in my body positioning from the stiff corset. Then next I slipped on the heels. The actual heel looked like someone could use it as a knife to actually stab someone. I was frightened by this, but still put them on anyway.

I then picked up the blood red lipstick, and carefully applied it to my dry and chapped lips. It felt horrible, but I decided not to dis-obey Cookson, because otherwise he'll hand it over to Dad, which is definitely not a good idea. then I extended my arms out to reach for the tiara, and fitted it as slowly as I can onto my head. It felt magical. I closed my eyes, to treasure the moment. But it didn't last for long, because I heard something.

I whipped my head around to face the window. And there I saw. A camera. Filming ME. I was terrified. I lunged towards the camera, in hopes of it going away. but instead of that, I tripped over my glass table and clashed into the window, causing it to smash. I was basically hanging out of the window, screaming my head off.

I glared towards the camera that was descending downwards, towards the ground. People crowded around the castle, pointing and covering their eyes. I screamed at the camera the had just hit the ground; pointing, snarling and growling at it. Cameras were flashing, I heard screams and crys.

This was probably the end of me. My hands where starting to slip. Slowly and painfully.....