Why You?

Chapter: 1

     I suck in my breath and brace myself before my sister tightens my corset. I feel a force tug from my front  and pull me back. I just go with the pull instead of resisting.

     "Would you stop pulling away? It's supposed to be tight!" Melody squeezes the corset even tighter making me grunt.

     "I would like to be able to actually breathe!" I glare at her through the mirror. The mirror stands up against the wall with a white boarding. There's a crack that starts from the bottom from when I was trying to get around my room without a light at night. Let's just say that neither my toe or the mirror won.

     "Come on Serenity," she sighs, "you are now eighteen and have to look your best for suitors. In order to do that, your corset does in fact, have to be tight."

     "I think not. I don't need a man to be successful, and not in the least bit have I ever wanted one," I frankly state.

"For goodness sakes. Papa will force you to marry if you don't. Besides, Audrey and-"

     I cut her off, "Audrey married just to please Papa and now she's miserable. And Bethany married because she was chasing love even though he's only with her for a son and her dowry."

    Melody just rolls her eyes and turns around to stomp out of our room. Her dirty blonde hair bounces side to side as she leaves.

     Melody will never understand how I feel. I'm the only one out of my siblings who can see our fathers sick craze for money. My thoughts overturn to the mirror. It's funny how you only can see yourself through a reflection. Since Melody's gone, I analyze my features. My blonde hair falls just below my rib cage in wavy curls. My eyes are bright blue. I would say icy blue, and my cheeks are naturally rosy pink. My waist is thin, but I couldn't get it any bigger if I wanted to.

     I look a lot like my mother, maybe that's why father treats me so differently out of the rest of my sisters since they all mostly look like him. If that's the case, I can't blame him too much for the way he treats me when I myself, feel sorrow seeing my reflection. I was only six when she was taken from me. I turn the mirror around so I won't have to be reminded.

     I eye the dress I'm suppose to wear. It drapes over my bed. The dress itself is a light pink color with ruffles around the sleeves and all over the hem. Flowers are laid out to follow around my waist. This dress is not exactly my favorite. I could come up with something far more gorgeous.

    Instead of continuing to get ready like I should be, I cross my room to the drawer that stands right by my bed. I grab the handles and pull towards me. It makes a loud squeak, to which I'm already so use to. I rummage through my bras and panties to find my beloved book hidden beneath it all.

     I grab the book out of my drawer and hop on my bed being careful not to sit on the dress, but it causing the corset to pinch my skin. So I reactively straighten up to keep from being pinched. This thing is so uncomfortable!

Feeling the familiar leather texture of the book's cover, I open it. Flipping through each page of my intricate drawings. Each, a different dress design. Although they don't have color, I can imagine all shades of red, purple, blue, tan and other colors that would match each dress perfectly. Colored pencils are just too costly though. My father of course has the money, but he wouldn't spend it on me even if I was dying.

     I put that thought aside and quickly stand up, just as my sister walks into the room again. She gives me a pointed look to which I automatically assume is, 'why the hell are you still not in your dress?' So I slip my book under a pillow to where she would not be able to see and grab my dress. Melody walks over to me and helps me put it on then proceeds to wipe down the wrinkles.

     "Melody, it looks like my breast are going to pop out of my dress. Why does this dress have to show everything?" I complain eyeing my reflection in the mirror.

"It's not the dress that's making your breast pop, their just big," she chuckles and looks at them with envious eyes.

I shove her a little and we both giggle. For finishing touches, I add dangly earrings that end in a point. Their sparkles make them hard to miss. And last, my heels. They are also glittering in silver sparkles which makes me feel like a princess. However, they are more covered up by my long dress...and I would never want to be a princess.

     At each step I take, the little clicking noise is like music to my ears. It puts me into a sense of happiness. Melody takes my hand and drags me all the way to the front door, each of our little clicks off match. Her dress is a Scarlet red with sequence that runs all the way down to the bottom. And unlike my hair, her hair is pinned in a tight asserted bun with braids crossing over.

I grab my cover and pull it on. It reminds me of a cape and makes me feel overwhelmingly hot. But at least I won't be cold in the outside breeze. Melody does the same and we reach for the door.

"Wait Serenity," papa calls out as he approaches us.

I turn back to look at his same-old grim face. I love him, but at the same time we don't get along. We both have our own minds that don't agree with anything each other thinks. I try not to get my hopes up for him to say that he loves me or tell me to have fun, but I just can't help it.

"Yes papa?"

He looks at me with doubt but states anyways, "I want you to remember why you are going to this ball in the first place. You need to find a fine young man. You're lucky that you are even allowed into this ball."

I internally slouch and bite my lip to hide the disappointment. But with no intention to do so, I nod my head to get him off my back and turn to leave.

"And Serenity," he pauses as I look back, staring him directly in the eyes, "if you don't find someone, then you might as well not even come home."

     This time I don't nod back and don't bite my lip to hide the disappointment. I felt my eyes sting a little, but only kept tears from falling. I have no actual value to him except the fact that I could bring money to him if I were to be wed. With this in mind I continue out the door.

     So much for so called family. I will do what ever it takes to never marry. There is no such thing as love.

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