![]() prologue and chapter one:ChrystalA Chapter by jellyvalmont![]() just the begining![]() PROLOGUE ‘We haven’t done this in ages mum! What film
did you want?’ ‘You choose,
we have enough of them’ ‘But that’s
what makes it so hard to choose’ ‘Well do you
want girly, horror, comedy or something else?’ ‘We will
watch a girly film of course. It’s a girly night’ ‘What about
pretty in pink then? You love that film.’ ‘I really do.
But are you sure you want to?’ ‘Yea, I’ll
choose the next one.’ ‘Okay, but I
can’t have a too late night remember. I have school tomorrow.’ ‘Well put it
on then so we can get them watched and don’t forget the popcorn love.’ ‘Sweet or
salty?’ ‘Sweet
please’ ‘Do want a
drink?’ ‘There’s a
giant bottle of Fanta in the fridge. Just bring that and two glasses.’ ‘Oh mum you
will never guess what ra-’ ‘You will
have to come out of the kitchen poppet I can’t hear you.’ ‘You will
never guess what raven did today. It was so funny.’ ‘Darling, I
thought it would be our night today. No talking about friends. Pass me the
glass… thank you.’ ‘Please its
only one story though.’ ‘Come and snuggle
next to me darling.’ ‘Please mum
its j- ‘No we promised.’ ‘Please
really it’s funny.’ ‘Fine, go
ahead.’ But it
wasn’t one story was it. CHAPTER 1:
Chrystal Murder,
kidnapping and rape. You always
hear the stories of them on the news and in the papers but you don’t really believe
that anything like it could ever happen to you. You think that you know what to
look for in certain people and how to be ‘street smart’. People always tell you
‘be careful’ before you leave the house or make sure you know what to do in an
emergency. But it never needs to be done. Does it? You always turn up at home
at the end of the day. Most of the time, you don’t even get close to any
trouble. You’re always… safe? But none of it matters now. None of it counts. My story was
just like this. Or shall I say is like this. I thought that if I was careful I
wouldn’t get into any kind of trouble. Not even a tiny bit. I was at one of the best schools in the country;
I had loyal friends, a great home life in falsense and even an amazing
boyfriend. But that didn’t change it. I went each day as if it was only the
beginning of the time I had left. I didn’t care what I had left to do. But I
couldn’t avoid my inevitable fate. I don’t think anyone could have that day. I
can’t even remember most of what had happened that day or at least I want to
believe that I don’t. It’s not easy to think about you just put it at the back
of your mind to fade and distort itself. I let it decay at the back of my mind
for it only to come back to destroy ever happy dream I had left in my life. I
could forget it for the moments I was awake.
And only then. A story like this
can’t be forgotten. Not even by those who only read it. I can’t
think where to start either. But like every story they need to begin before the
beginning. In the time where life is sweet and simple where there are either
all the problems or no problems at all. It has to be before the point where
life gets reversed and things change for the character. But why was I the
character chosen for the unhappy ending? I didn’t understand it then and I
won’t fully understand it now. I won’t really know why they did this to me. Was
it spite? Or jealousy? I can’t escape and I can’t find a way for someone to
find me. That’s why I have done this for the world to see when my body is
found. It started
long ago and still hasn’t ended I guess. My life has been controlled by a force
we are all powerless too. I have always hoped that it would be ended by the
same power. I can’t begin to explain the confusion that I felt then and that I
feel now. But from what I have found in my hell and know already in my mind
will allow you to save me. I just pray that it gets out it time for you to do something.
I hope the news breaks as fast as they say it does. Otherwise I should give up
sow. There will be no hope for me then.
Or the others. ₰₰₰ Her hair always looked as golden as the
sun creating a water fall of light swirling down her elegant back. It was
always soft and smooth where she would never let it get in the slightest bit
greasy. It had the smell of fresh roses and the finest shampoo that seemed to
have become her natural sent over the years. The touch of it gives me pleasure
as it feels like velvet in my hands. Even though she won’t allow me to touch it
I will cut small locks of it when she doesn’t know and sneak some away from the
hairdressers or moments when she is out. She always had it perfectly made and
would never allow it to get messy. Even if her hair was ruffled but someone or
something she had a way to make sure it stayed in its perfect place moulded
upon her rounded head. Her skin was creamy just like her mothers
and her mother before her.it never burned and never seemed to tan giving her an
almost statue kind of look. Her light freckles made intricate patterns over her
body and sentimental face. They made her look beautiful. She never seemed to
get spotty of bruised easily so she always looked flawless. It was always soft
and smooth to the touch even though sometimes she won’t notice me stroking her
small tender hands. The feel of them under my fingers made my head spin. She was the perfect choice and she would
be mine for as long as I wished. Oh how I can’t wait to get her. She will come
and stay with me in a place I’ve made for her. I will bring more like her and
will make them into the perfect women they should be and make them feel like
princess, but this one, this amazing girl. She will be my queen. © 2012 jellyvalmontAuthor's Note
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