mermaids are real (jiper fanfic)

My Choice

      "I choose..."
       "To go."

       It happened so fast, my bags packed, My Goodbyes to those I was close too. My father looked heartbroken as I stepped into that carriage. My mother his her nose and lips behind her beautiful fan. I looked back at her with curiosity, this was my mother. "There is a pool under the house if you need it."My mother kept my eyes in her. She looked at me like I was a piece of pottery. "A little powder. Should help you fit in...maybe a teal gown. Yes a teal gown with a grey peacoat. Ruffles and satin of course only the best for my daughter." She wasn't talking to me only herself like she was planning a project. I pursed my lips shut and let her speak. I was relived I didn't have to see the blonde boy even deep in me I wanted to. No I won't see him, he was pushy and strange; Spoiled clearly.
        The carriage bounced with every bump which was every second to the point were my bottom ached and my legs went numb from lack of movement. Did the pale faces always ride in these boxes? They are so confining and uncomfortable. Except when I looked at my mother she seemed unfazed and to busy planning my life to notice anything. I slowly pushed the curtain an inch forward and watched as trees passed by. I watched as a group of deer lifted their heads and ran off at the sound of the noisy carriage. I felt regret within me flooding my body. I shouldn't be here; I need to be out there. I put my hand to the window and my forehead pressed to the cool glass which was strange to me. We didn't have much of it on the reservation but travelers who passed through had glass and carriages.  I look back at my mother who now had a fabric attached to a wooden circle and a needle with thread. I moved to look closer interested in the activity she proceeded in. "What is that?"I ask Slowly my english wasn't perfect but it was still understandable. "Needlework. I sew in a pattern in the fabric for handkerchiefs and towels. My husband is a famous blacksmith and is always in need of more rags all the time." My mother explained. "But between you and me I would much rather be at the sidelines with my beloved Aries who's letters I live for but you can't tell anyone."She talked of this Aries with a dreamy expression even though she had a husband. So she was faithful to no man but maybe this Aries she spoke of. I only wondered how many children she might have due to this unfaithfulness. My father had loved this woman but yet did she ever love him? Only one way to find out.
"Did you love him?"
"Hm? Who?"
"Father."
She looked up surprised and a flash of pain registered on her face. She had pricked her finger and a spot of red appeared on her glove but she ignored it.
" Piper My love Of course I did, but love fades and love comes. I did love him and that love brought forth you my dear." She spoke softly touching my cheek with the clean glove.
I couldn't tell if she was lying, If she spoke truth I did not know. I let out a sigh and sat back and she went back to her needlework. On the pink fabric was a the pattern of a white dove.