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Sunrise (Arno X Reader)

Full of despair
Inside of darkness
Self-conscious and scared
Held prisoner of war

Running out of air
Buried in a sadness
Want a way out, of this paralyzing world

"You must attend to find your future suitor, Y-n! You have to marry soon, whether you like it, or not!" My father yelled up the stairs, forcing me to go to a ball.

"No! I will not marry out of wealth instead of love, Father! That is final!" I screamed back, ripping off my dress. God, did I hate that disgusting thing. It was green and really puffy with ruffles, plus I had to wear a corset. The maids tied the corset in the tightest setting too, just to add to the annoyance.

And the sound, of the cries
When a family's loved one dies
It echoes through a vacant room where a young soul still resides

I slammed the door shut and began the undressing process. First, this blasted dress! I nearly tore it down the side taking it off, not as I cared.

Next, the damn corset. I carelessly fumbled with the strings, loosening its grasp on my chest and stomach. When it finally gave up, I threw it across my floor, hoping to never see it again. It reminded me of my father, constantly persistent to force myself onto someone's hand. I loved him, don't get me wrong, but when he brought up the man I hated, Monsieur Fransess, my lid flipped. He promises to make me the happiest person alive, but I've seen what he could do, what he was, what I'd become.

When the night is cold, and you feel like no one knows what it's like to the only one be buried in this hole

You can make it to the sunrise
You can make it to the sunrise

I slipped on a button-up shirt and some pants, with some knee-high boots. 

Father said I was invited to a royal ball, but he soon confessed, saying he lied to protect me. He lied so I would meet my suitor. He always hoped I would marry Monsieur Fransess, but I despised this monster.

Searching for a way
To escape the madness
A direny for change
As we fight for better days

And the hurt, and the pain
Cut deep like a razor blade
Holding in a cry through love, abandoned and afraid

He abused his children, poisoned his old wife so he could get her inheritance, killed his maids when they forgot to iron his clothes or were late to cook dinner. He wasn't a nobleman, or any human being for that matter. He was a cruel lunatic, a monster, a bastard.

I hate that man! He will never have my hand in marriage, I won't allow it! I thought, contemplating what to do.

When the night is cold, and you feel like no one knows, what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole

You can make it to the sunrise
You can make it to the sunrise

Run away.... A voice, one I never heard often, came out and spoke from my thoughts. My eyes widened, knowing this was the only way.

I ran over to my dresser, the one housing all my clothes. I grabbed a large purse and stuffed pants and shirts and undergarments inside along with my small, weightless money pouch.

I won't go to my grave
Until the difference is made
Until the difference is made

Outside was sunny, and warm. Perfect for a runaway. I looked outside the window, and jumped onto the cloth under it, scooting my legs to get across to the end. I jumped off the cloth, landing on the cold concrete road. I then ran up the road, not looking back.