As we were still spinning in all directions the ballroom was pretty much a blur. Lights, colours and perfumes circled the air making my head spin as fast as my feet. Finally the music lulled to a stop and I was released. As I floated away from Joesph I caught the eye of Miss.Havisham, I tilted my head toward the door. She made no reply other than a sharp shake of her head. Then suddenly I heard her voice in my own ears.
"You MUST not leave this hall Jessica"
I stared at Miss. Havisham, "Just think Jessica, I'll hear you, as plain as you're hearing me now" Miss Havisham continued
I laughed a little but i thought I'd humor her, "Why are we here, who are we impressing?"
Just as the words crossed my mind the far doors to the hall entered and a woman wearing deep purple and had long flowing blonde hair stepped through the same door-frame I had. She looked familiar but it seemed placing her was more difficult. I made my way toward the crowd staring up at the mysterious woman. As I neared the front of the crowd I saw her reach the bottom of the steps. She looked left and then right, looking for someone or something. Then her eyes rested on me, through the many people I felt her deep crimson eyes burn into the back of my head. Then, she smiled and I heard a different voice in my head.
"Hello Jessica" said I silky, voice. It had a heavy British accent which was laced with hints of either Scandinavian or Polish. Her voice seemed too sugary sweet to be trusted. I stole a glance back to Miss. Havisham and she threw me a worried look. Miss.Havisham was never worried, so what was with this woman?
"You haven't worked out who I am yet have you my dear?" said the voice, "Why,my lovely, I'm the one they call 'Her'" I gasped my hand flying to my mouth. Was this it, the day I met my 'queen' of sorts, the day I found out why the hell I was brought here in the first place and why I'm so important. I truly hope so! But then I remembered. Her lost child, her dead husband, her betrayals to her friends and suddenly I wasn't so keen! "I've made a few mistakes throughout my life, judging by your thoughts you know that. But they are mistakes I hope I can take back tonight. I'm aware that you are NOT aware of the situation you are in at this moment? Well if you remember anything I tell you it's that make sure you know who to trust Jessica, because there's going to come a time when even Miss.Havisham can't get you out of a mess." I shuddered at the memory of Ryan. I had to get out of the Hall. I pushed past people knocking drinks and masks flying but I didn't care. I had to get out, the lights, the heat, the voices they were all getting in my head, literally! I reached the door and I laid my head against the cold hard doors. My temperature falling slightly, I pulled open the door and slipped out. Then I heard two voices. "JESSICA NO!" But it was too late. I walked slap bang into Ryan and Ruby.
"Hello Jessica" Ryan said, but there was something different about his voice, it was menacing.
"What are you doing out here...with her!" I cried in disgust.
Ruby sighed and hooked her talon clad right hand around his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. To my surprise Ryan didn't resist. I felt the anger bubbling up inside me as Ruby smiled under the kiss. She'd won, well she thought she had, no way was I going to just let her have Ryan. Wait, what was I thinking? Why would I want a dirty, cheating boy!? They're welcome to each other it's not like I'll miss him...
"Jessica, where are you!" I heard the panicked voice of Miss. Havisham.
"Jessica! Come back inside the Hall now, I need to talk and it's not safe out there at all!" Cried 'Her'.
I snorted and pushed my way back through the doors slap bang into ''Her' and Miss. Havisham.
"My dear!" Miss. Havisham said whilst embracing me in the biggest hug I think I've ever had. 'Her' just rolled her eyes as Miss. Havisham got all teary eyed. "I thought you were surely gone!"
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Fighter
RomanceMy father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father reall...