My Immortal (H.S.)

Chapter 1

Rosaline's P.O.V.

I stare at my reflection from the mirror as I try to distract myself from the horrible reality of my life. My knotted dark brown hair in a messy bun, my gray/green eyes with dark circles, from the lack of sleep these past few weeks, my pale white skin making me look like a ghost. A very old ghost.

Guess nothing has changed. I still look hideous...

Sadly today is my seventeenth birthday. I must face what every girl my age has to. . . The auctioning. Every girl seventeen and older must participate the annual ball were we must dance with the kings of all around the world come to buy or bid off money for us, slaves. I've been dreading this day for so long. Now that it has come, my home for five years, which seems as not a lot , no longer feels safe from danger. I'll miss this home. I'll miss my secret hiding spot, the roof. If I couldn't sleep at night I'd watch the stars and dream of what it would be like to be normal, have a mother, a father, even siblings. Or Maybe even find true love. But, I'm not. For I'm a slave, destined to serve those greater than I.

I look up at the picture above the mirror, my once called mother stares back at me with the same eyes. her hair the shade of tawny. It was in ringlet curls, as they cascaded down her shoulders, framing her flawless porcelain face. The light pink from her cheeks, making her glow even brighter with a full white smile. Her red gown, hugged her curves and gave her this radiant look. She was gorgeous. If only I was as fair as she.

I'm interrupted when I hear a light knock on my door.

"Rose, may I come in?"

"Who is it?"

" It's me, emmy." Said the small voice.

"Come in." I say.

The door nob turns and in comes emmy, dressed a mint green dress and black pumps. The dress made her pale-ish skin a little tan. Almost peachy. Her golden hair in a perfectly shaped bun with little curly strands hanging loose. It gives her a very older yet younger look, considering the fact that she's two years older than me. But shes the "helper" around here. and she's my only friend that I trust.

"Did you sleep well?" She asks, taking in my horrible condition.

"No."

"Why are you not dressed for the ball this evening?" She says quickly changing the subject.

"Can't I just not go?"

"If course not! We have to go."

"Besides, it could be fun?" She says obviously trying to be cheerful about the auctioning tonight.

"And dancing with old, creepy looking, perverted men is fun?" I sarcastically remark.

"No, but we can make it fun?" she encourages. I chuckle at how eger she is to want me to go.

"Just do this for me. Pretty please!?!?"

"I dont want to go alone, rose please?" she gets on her knees, with her hand clasped together, pretending to beg.

"If I say yes will you get up and help me?" I cross my arms and look down at her attempt to make a puppy dog face.

"Yes?" she quickly stands up, straighter than ever.

I nod. she begins to squeal in excitement. She then quickly gets a hold of my arm and pulls me to the bathroom to get ready for this evening.

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OK so what did you think? yeah, I know it sucked but I'll try harder. I promise. anyway please vote, comment, and follow me so you know when I update and stuff anyway's got's to go! thanks for reading bye! - M