A bright light envelopes my eyes. My hand reaches up to cover my eyes from the blinding light of the nurse's office. A soft voice sings a sweet tune, one that only Nanna would know. Ein lied für eine prinzessin (Translation: A Song for a Princess). Nanna always thought of me as a princess. Even though as a child I wasn't interested in princesses, I was more interested in love, compassion, and care from my parents.................The princesses always praised wishing upon a star in the navy blue dark sky with twinkling white dots.......................the princess only praised one, that one always shown the brightest out of all the stars in the sky. I tried once to do it the Disney princess way as a little girl.................I failed countless times..........................again................and again...................I hoped and praised the brightest star in the sky..............................................that wish never came.
When a was a little princess (that is what Nanna used to call me as a child), Nanna would tell me that the princesses and I had many things in common..................parents that neglect us...................lock us away.........................and hurt us. I tried many times to think of the positive the fairytales had to offer me as a child and a teenager, but I felt melancholy after Nanna told me about these things that happened to said princesses. I managed to notice as a toddler that many of the stories that Nanna has told me, have a happy ending. All or most of the princesses marry their Prince Charming, riding off into the sunset in a carriage or boat................."Happily Ever After". I asked Nanna once or maybe a few hundred times "Will I ever get my happy ever after............Nanna?". Yet Nanna always finds a way to cheer me up.............She told me "Es gibt immer licht am ende des tunnels," (Translation: There is always light at the end of the tunnel.). She tells me now that my light is near, closer than it ever was before............The dark tunnel will be no longer.................just a little while longer Sophia..........I can feel it, and see it!
You will find them soon..............................
Maybe sooner then we think...........
I hear Nanna gasp and whisper something under her breath
Another hand................somewhat a familiar touch............a touch that I have never felt before....................but have felt in my dreams, wipes the tears that I did not notice falling down my face. This doesn't feel like Peter or Nanna's hand.............it's someone else's.
It feels luxurious, like it was built on fine wine and dinner parties that were held every weekend at a wealthy mansion.
It feels old.........and still in its prime.
It feels like it is showered in intelligence and...............cockiness.................of all things.
A hand can tell many things on how a person was built or raised, kind of like how the eyes can tell you about a person's personality.
A hand shows the physical pain, the mind..............a psychological pain.
A voice rich, but temperamental leads my mind out of its state of hopelessness.
My blurry eye open to meet a man's eyes that everyone in the world would know.
............The Tony Stark........is in the nurse's office , siting on the bed that I am occupying, my head laying in his lap, wiping my tears, calming my fears. Tears well up even more in my eyes, my body starts to tingle with a slight burn.........
I notice Nanna sitting in one of the chairs near the bed. She gives me a look as if "I told you this day would come,"
My eyes look for Peter. I search for his familiar frame and his eyes. I find him sitting on the end of the bed with my calves and feet laying over his lap. I follow my feet to his face. I crack a small smile, he looks so peaceful when he sleeps, his lips slightly apart, breathing slowly as if he was in a very deep slumber.
A voice breaks my concentration on Peter's adorable face.............
"It's going to be ok, kid.............we're here now............Your Nanna told Peter and I everything..........................I am sorry that I... we couldn't have been there for you. If we would have known sooner what your parents have done to you...........I! I would have wiped them from existence locked them away forever, just for you. We would have made sure that you and your Nanny would have been safe." Tony sweetly yet angrily mentions. "I-
Nanna sees my slight shutter from the violent and meaningful words. She gets up from her seat, stumbling over her feet a bit, walking over to Tony. She bends down to whisper in his ear. "Mr.Stark, my little Sophia has been looking for all 12 of you for years, she has been scared to find you and even Peter for that matter, she is scared of acceptance because of the acceptance she lost from her parents and children at school, please be gentle with her, physically and mentally. She has dealt with enough already. Do not make her fear anyone anymore, by leading her with kindness, compassion, and love. I promise you she will be in your arms sooner than later." She bends down to kiss the crown of my head.
"Nanna, how did you know how scared I was when I met Peter ?" I asked tiredly.
"Peter told me how scared you were when you two met for the first time," Nanna winks in my direction. Tony's, Nanna's, along with Peter jolting from his sleep snapping his head staring at the door that leads out of the private medical room. We hear tumbling, some screeching and yelling. Tony gets up from his spot, stalking towards the door.
"Protect her, at all costs," Tony whispers. Peter motions a head nod towards Tony. Peter wraps his arms around me, shoving my head into his chest. My fingers dig into his shirt. I hear the door to the private room, open with a slam. I heard a sudden grunt from Tony and a slew of apologies from a woman's voice.
"Aunt May?"
Hey, everyone I made it my resolution to write more this year and finish this book this year. I reason why I didn't upload for a while even though I put an announcement saying that I was back , I hadn't had the time to write much for this book. I am doing so much, my schedule is very packed, but this year when the next school year comes around in the fall, I will not be doing as much as I am doing right now. I will let you all in on my schedule for the week for right now....
Monday- Winter Guard
Tuesday- Pit Practice (Musical)
Wednesday- Winter Guard
Thursday- Pit Practice (Musical)
Friday- Nothing (Unless I have homework)
Weekend- Nothing (Unless I have homework)
The reason why my weekends are packed are because I care a lot about my grades, they usually come first even before practice , I am keeping my cool with all of this, including my parents that breathe down my back about keeping up with all these things. I really appreciate all the love and the chapter requests, help with grammar, and help with translations. All of this keeps me writing, and encourages me to keep writing.
Thank You ❤️
-DreamLand
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Twelve (UNDER EDITING)
FanfictionMonophobia- fear of being alone or being lonely That's what Sophia was- Alone and Lonely. She wanted someone to love her for eternity, for the rest of her life. There was only one problem- Her parents didn't approve of soulmates- even though Sophia'...
