Charlotte Cheshire, daughter of the Cheshire Cat, has lived her seven years of life in the 'Orphanage Of The Lost' with the rest of the rejected villain kids.
One day, the new king and queen of Auradon visit the Isle and decide to adopt one of the...
I woke up and got dressed quickly at around 6:45 am. Don't ask me why I'm up so early, but I am. Walking into the wardrobe, I went over and picked up one of the newest outfits, rather than my usuals or the ones from Evie.
When I was dressed, I went over and sat on the window ledge as I brushed my hair. I knew for a fact that no one was up at this time, so I started singing softly to pass the time. (I was at skl, on my phone, so no video to this.)
"This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Neer-do-wells, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
Bury me alive
'Cause I won't give up without a fight
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh
The fear of falling apart"
I smiled and moved to put my shoes on and grab my phone. As I took it off charge, it buzzed and I saw I had twenty notifications. They were all from Instagram, and most of them were comments on my first post. I scrolled through them and had a look, just to be nosey. "Omg, you're so pretty!" "Are you Cinderella's grandchild?" "Can we meet up and be friends???" "You are queen!" "Seven years old and looks this gorgeous? I'm shook!" I smiled at these comments and replied to some of them too. "Racheal_Ryder (FAKE ACCOUNT!), No, I'm not Cinderella's grandchild. I'm the daughter of the Cheshire cat." I put in one. In another, I typed, "Thanks so much for the compliments, but I'm just a normal person like you all." This wasn't aimed at anyone, so I just posted it and then went to post another picture. It wasn't of me, it was my mother's spell book. 'Cause, you know, I'm a weird person. It was a really simple picture, with the book on top of my table, see:
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I added the caption, "Last piece of mum I have xx" before putting my phone in my pocket and going downstairs to have my breakfast. Well, it was still early, so I went for a wander around the castle instead.
Shutting the bottom door behind me, I took a right and just made mental notes of the way I went. Left, left, right, third door, left, right. It was cool to be walking around without bumping into anyone, but I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere. I ended up walking through a dimly lit corridor that had what looked like green slime on the walls. "Eww!" I muttered, wiping the gunk on my jeans. Something at the end of the hall suddenly lit up, and I saw the door that I had found on my first day here. Mesmerized, I walked closer to it, only to be freaked out by what came next. "Come home, Charlotte." I heard someone whisper. I turned around in a circle, only to see no one. Brushing the thought away, I continued to walk closer to the door. "You don't belong here. Come home to Wonderland, Charlotte." The voice said again, louder this time. Screaming, I ran back from the door and away from the corridor, not looking where I was going.
Due to that, I ended up smashing straight into Adam (Beast). I fell to the floor and looked up at him quickly before hugging my knees in fear. "Hey, what's wrong, little one? Com here, it's ok." He comforted me, picking me up in his arms. I hugged his neck and muttered, "Make it stop!" as the voices started shouting at me. I had no clue if anyone else could hear it, but I felt that they could. Adam seemed confused, but got out his phone and called Dad, telling him to get Mum and the Fairy Godmother and meet us in the library. "Come on, let's you get your gran as well." He told me, walking away with me still hugging his neck for dear life. We walked into what looked like his bedroom, and I saw Belle sat on a window seat with a book and a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. "What's wrong?" She asked, putting them on a table and standing up. "I don't know. She just ran into me and started crying. We're meeting Ben, Mal and Fairy Godmother in the library. I think it has something to do with you know what." Adam rushed. Belle nodded and pulled on her sandals before joining us in our mad rush to the library.
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We walked into the library and I got down from Adam's arms to run to mum. The voices wouldn't stop and it was scaringme again. "Make them stop, mum. Please, make them stop!" I cried as she picked me up in a hug. "It's ok, sweetie. Shhh shhh, I've got you. It's alright." She muttered in my ear. That's all I remember before fainting in her arms.
Okie, so Wattpad decided to delete half this chapter, and I only just noticed! Sorry, guys. Hope this made the next chapter a bit easier to understand. Cya in chapter whatever we should be on! Bai! X Caitlin X
