The Angelic Devil

A FROZEN HEART

The trek to my room seemed to strech on forever,exhaution weighed my body and I was literaly dragging my feet forward.My heart had gone numb from all the pain,I moved like a doll whose strings were pulled by the king.

A slave of the king indeed.A small voice wispered at the back of my head.This voice had accompanied me in my loneliest of times though it relished in throwing insults at me.The first time I heard the voice when we were captured and tortured by the king ,It had screamed at me to strike back when my sister was being beaten to a pulp but I had just stood there and watched,my vision stained red from the blood that flowed from the cut on my head.While I stood there helpless like every day since the voice became repulsive it called me coward,useless,wretch and many other.My initial thoughts were that I was going crazy,but later I knew it was myself,the self hatred had taken a new form of torture and the voice reminded me everything I had failed to protect.
                    
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My room looked exactly how I had left it.Weapons scattered dresser,fighting gears sprawled on the bright couch that occupied a corner of my room,the plush rug stained with blood from when I had cut my hand to take out my anger.

A cool breeze swept over me through the crimson curtained windows fluttering my silver hair.The king sized bed stood invitingly at the centre of my room,which was white.Sudden anger gripped me ,I clentched my teeth,I was fed up with all the white and crimson that reminded me all the blood that stained my hands.I had burned all of my red cloths and had worn the colour of the devil since.Each and every part of this castle reminded me of each life I took.

I unstrapped all the weapons and flung my cloak on the dresser.I stripped myself and stalked to the bathroom and stood infront of the mirror.A pale girl with sunken eyes that sparkled violet,grey and blue all at once looked back at me .My hair fell in a heavy stream of silver down to my waist.Sometimes I even wondered if I was human,because no one looked this inhumane.Maybe I was cursed when I was a kid.I always wondered about my childhood but every time I tried to remember my mind was like a black wall and each memory written on it with a white chalk and erased but a few faint letters remained.Whenever I tried to read it a fierce throbe snaked its way into my head like it did now.I filled the cauldron with ice cold water and sunk myself into it ,wincing at the cold and hoping that this cold would be enough to freeze my heart.