Hidden

The Truth

Chapter 1

The Truth

It felt as if my heart no longer existed in my chest. My skin sat as pale as the snow around my body. My lungs no longer filled with air. I was only seventeen when I died today. You maybe wondering how and why this happened to me? In the moment I had no idea what just occured. Who could've done this? Why out of all people would they attack me? More importantly, I never understood how I am still alive? Am I alive? Am I just a ghost? Am I dead? I think I'm dead, but I can't feel anything. My neck slowly pours out blood onto the snow. The pain I can no longer feel, but at first I remember trying to grasp for air. The next thing I knew everything turned black. My life as Collette Mariennett Vanderveer is gone. 

All these questions and I just lay there on the ground. The snow flakes fall onto my pale skin. I feel them sit on my eye lashes and freckles. They cover my long blonde hair. My hands sit beside my legs. I'm gazing up to the sky and all above me is grey clouds with snow flakes falling. I always loved the snow. The snow flakes reminded me of people. Each one is so unique in it's own way. Sort of like me. I was a daughter of two amazing doctors in our town my mother, Annette and my father, Claude. They traveled a lot between the different towns as well so I never got to spend a lot of time with them. As I got older I undestood that they are helping others to get better so I never got mad at them for never being around. Luckily, I had a lovely grandmother, Emleigh and my butler Clifford. However, I call him chives. Both keep me company. 

My other hobbies that I used to do were painting and poetry. I absolutely loved to spend  endless amount of time in my art studio. I could just  paint for hours on end. My nana and butler would get worried because I could be in there from dusk till dawn. Not only do I love painting, but I certainly love writing poetry. On some occasions I would meet with my best friend Louis Waldrove and Camille Waldrove. There beautiful home is down the road. We would all write poetry, songs, and even play a little croque. I should mention Camille and Louis are twins. Camille being born first and Louis the second. Camille is really book smart and knows a lot about science. She plans to study abroud and Louis on the other hand is a little lazy, but an amazing cook. He hopes to open a five star restraunt in our town. I should also mention that there family owns the local bank. The Waldrove family is very wealthy since their father is a well-known investor. My parents are very close with the Waldrove family. 

As I lay in the snow and stare upto the sky I think to myself...I no longer have to worry about anything anymore since I'm dead right? I won't have to go to that stupid dance, or worry about the dress I'm wearing. Whether I look fat in it or not. As I'm laying here my mind starts to wonder.  Why can't I feel the cold? Why am I not moving into the light? Am I actually okay? Did I slip and fall on my way to school this morning? I knew I should've took the carriage, but no I wanted to lose some weight before the dance.  I start to wiggle my hands and toes. Why should I care about losing weight? I'm not trying to be set up with any bachelors from this town. There is still doubt in my mind though... maybe I will find the one that night? Maybe...just maybe... Slowly begin to feel sleepy. 

May I also address the awful my parents have to put me through this time of year. Being winter of course, which in my opinion, the worst time of year. They try to find me a young suitor who they believe will be the best for me to settle down with. Not only that, but what will be beneficial to them. Not only are my parents doctors, but they are investors. They invest in what will help and benefit their future. Me being their future. Anyway, my family would hold an annual ball. There would be about 350 people who come every year. The ball would last at least five hours or so. Have you ever had to wear a corsette that long? Let me tell you I thought my end was near everytime I was force to wear one. Luckily, at home I don't have to wear it as often. My lovely parents think that they should find me someone right away since I am getting older. I tried getting out of it every year. Like last year, I said I was sick with chickenpox. Good thing my red paint and brush came in handy. I should probably explain why I don't want this for myself. I always loved reading fairytales. My favorite story was about Rapanzuel. I want to fall in love. Not have it forced down my throat like penicillin when I'm sick.