Rebecca was conscious of the voice behind her, but something held her stiff and prevented her from replying. She continued to shake, her newfound anxiety growing as the seconds passed. A hand came down on her shoulder.
"Belle? Is that you?" the voice asked again. But Rebecca kept her hands over her ears as she only heard her father's voice.
"Why do you care about this woman's fate?" she thought he asked her incredulously.
She doesn't deserve that. She is innocent.
"Becca, are you alright? Are you hurt?" the voice of the person behind her questioned worriedly. But all she heard was-
"This is why I wanted you to witness this; to learn to strike fear into the low class' hearts-"
But this isn't discipline, it's murder!, she cried out in her head desperately.
"This is what it means to be a leader, Rebecca. You must show your strength so that no one would dare defy you."
"Becca? What's wrong?"
Rebecca lowered herself to the ground subconsciously as her mind messed with her reality.
"Remember this, because of this her husband has paid. He should not be any trouble anymore."
No
"Becca?"
"Rebecca."
No, no, no, no, no.
Crimson crept into Rebecca's vision. Tears streamed down her face as images flashed before her eyes. The helpless face of a poor women she never knew, her eyes dull and lifeless while blood trickled out of her mouth. The icy glare of a man she once knew and wished she could forget, a power-hungry expression covering every feature of his face. Then her mother's face, once beautiful and pure now overrun by an agonized cast. Rebecca begged for this to end, but to no success, a new face appeared before her eyes.
Rebecca stared at her own reflection while it gazed back at her. She watched as her emotions grew to be noticable, anger and fear written over her lineaments. Rebecca felt her throat close up as she heard a whisper in her ear.
"You're just like him."
Suddenly, two hands came down on her shoulders, shaking her viciously. Rebecca screamed internally as terror struck her. The slice of flesh against iron echoed through her head, making her convulse. But in the depth of it all, Rebecca could hear the softest voice.
"Becca, listen to me. You're alright. You're safe."
I'm a daughter of a murderer.
"Becca, listen to me. Look at me. You're going to be fine."
What if I become one too?
"Fight it, Becca. Fight it. I can only help you if you come out of this."
Rebecca felt something stir inside her. The voice seemed so familiar, like she had heard it before. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized whoever was next to her had their hands on her shoulders.
"I'm right here, Becca; fight whatever is bothering you, " the person's statement shifted her feelings. Rebecca could still feel what "possessed" her, but there was something else, like some kind of relief in all this. Strength.
"You can do it, Becca, take some deep breaths and concentrate. Shake those thoughts away. I believe in you, " when Rebecca didn't budge or reply he want on, "you are the strongest, fiercest person I know, Becca. I know you can get through it. I'm right here to aid you. Just take some deep breaths and focus on controlling yourself."
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The Princess's Rebellion
Fantasy"I'm not who you think I am," she whispered quietly, her heart beginning to race as he drew closer. Her fear seemed to wash away as the space between them minimized to inches. "You don't know me enough to understand what I do." "I know you eno...
