My cursed story

Prologue

To be honest, everything just seems so dull. Nothing is really in colour anymore, the trees that was once a beautiful green and full of life, now look dead. It's the same for everything else surrounding me. Theres no joy in it anymore, maybe that's only how I see it. Maybe the people see it differently. Maybe they see it in its true nature, the same way I used to see it but that was so long ago. 9 years to be exact. It was been 9 years since the colour and joy began to fade out of my life. I used to see the world in so many beautiful colours, bright green, sky blue, purple, pink, orange and even more, but all of that was stripped from me, it all became a darker form of what it once was. Before the forest behind our house used to be my sanctuary, but now the forest has become a whole other form of sanctuary then what it used to be for me. It used to be about the peace and the serenity that it contained however, today it is a sanctuary for me to stay hidden and safe during the daylight. It seems to unfair to me why I have to live like this, what did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this fate? These are only some of the question that I have been asking myself these past years. Even if it is unfair and I have done nothing wrong I have learned to accept that this is what my life will forever be. She took so much of my life away from me and she will continue to do so for the rest of my life. All because of the curse that she put upon me. 

I was only 8 even the abuse started, I had heard my parents arguing about something so decided to sneak down to see what was going on. Big mistake, as they stopped whatever they are yelling about as one of the steps creaked under me and they turned they attention to me. That had been the first time that mother had hit me but it was not to be the last. She had begun yelling at me that I was just like her and that I was nothing but a whore. As a 8 year old I never understood what she meant but as I grew older and the abuse became worse. I started learning the dos and don'ts, I learned certain skills as to make myself as invisible as possible. It was hell and the markings on my body proved it. But it wasn't until my 16th birthday last year that everything changed for real. My sister Marie had told mother that "I was talking with boy at school and how I was offering myself to him and trying to get Marie in trouble". Non of which was true, I spoke to no one in school or even at home. My only friends were animals. But Mother believed Marie and decided that she had had enough with me and I needed to learn my lesson, so she contacted a witch of some sort, and not the ugly ones that are green in the face and fly around on brooms. No it is the creepy but pretty spellcasting ones. Mother payed this witch to curse me, so that I could probably learn my lesson and not try to talk to other people again. And that's exactly what she did curse me she did. The witch put a curse upon me that made it so I would be a swan during every second of daylight while I would return to my human form during the night. Maybe I would have learned to live with it and accept my defeat earlier if I wasn't trying so hard to survive. You see, it is not common to see a big pure white swan in the city of Charleston, so I try my hardest to stay hidden and in the forest. But when The Kings nephews all decide to take a nice stroll in said forest and then discover a swan, things get a lot more complicated then just staying hidden and surviving. My name is Sang Sorenson and this is my cursed story