I started shaking. He was going to kill me, right then and there. I could do nothing to stop it. I would never see my papa again, I'd never see my sisters, and I would never see daylight again. I hadn't seen daylight since i had been captured, and boy had I missed it.
"I SAID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the beast yelled directly in my face, practically breaking my ears.
Deciding I wasn't going to put up with his anger, I thought of how I could annoy him further. Maybe he could learn to not yell at people when something doesn't go his way. "I was eating, actually. You see, people need to eat to survive."
He glared at me, then grabbed me by the collar of my dress, and practically dragged me to my room. "You will stay in here until I tell you to come out, understood?" he asked, anger seeping through his voice.
Rather than answer, I lifted my head up higher, trying to keep all dignity I had left. He opened the door to my room forcefully, then threw me in. I landed on my knees, then heard the door slam behind me.
"Are you alright, Mademoiselle?" the wardrobe waddled over to me, but I brushed her off.
"I'm fine, thank you. I just need to rest for a while. I've had a long day," I told her.
"I understand, Mademoiselle. Would you like me to find you a nightgown?" she opened herself, revealing many a dress.
I looked down at my plain blue dress, and felt sad very suddenly. "I just want to sleep in this tonight, if that's okay. It's a little strange I guess, but it reminds me of home," I explained, realizing how strange I sounded.
"Of course, Mademoiselle," the wardrobe backed away, a slight disappointment clouding her eyes.
"Please, call me Alayna. Mademoiselle is so formal," I tried to make slight amends. Not to mention the fact that I was stuck with this lady, or wardrobe, for the rest of my life.
"That's a beautiful name," the wardrobe sighed.
"What's your name?" I asked, flopping on my bed.
"Hortense was my name, but we do not go by our names anymore," the wardrobe replied, a certain sadness filling her voice.
"Well, I shall call you Hortense," I smiled at her. After her revelation to me, I made an effort to call all of the objects by their real names.
"Thank you, Mademoi - Alayna," Hortense replied.
I laid there for a while, but I could not sleep. My thoughts were filling me.
Did Papa make it home safely?
Was everyone at home okay?
Why did this happen to me? Had I not been good in my life?
I tossed and turned for a while, but eventually drifted off to sleep.
It felt like I had only slept for a minute before I woke up. There had been a loud bang. I looked around the room, and found the clock looking at a tray, with liquid surrounding it.
"Mademoiselle, I am so sorry! I did not mean to wake you!" the clock started fretting, waving his arms around the mess.
"Here, let me help you," I told him, and hopped off the bed to help him clean the mess.
I took the cloths that were there and started dabbing the stained carpet.
"Oh, Master will not be pleased," the clock started rambling.
"I will tell him it's my fault. It's okay," I tried to calm the clock down.
"He won't listen. All he will care about is that it happened. He will be angry with everyone," the clock was fretting.
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The Other Side of the Door
Romance"Mademoiselle, you mustn't be too angry with him, he has had a hard time coping, you know," the teapot spoke to me. "I have every right to be angry with him. He could go meet the devil himself, and I would still have every right to be angry. He has...
