Chapter 2

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A white ceiling... where am I? Ugh my head... it hurts... and this ringing... "—alright?"... who? Opening my eyes I saw a brown nightstand next to me and dark blue wallpaper. There was a grey circular rug in the middle of the room followed by a black wardrobe half opened where I saw a mirror? What? I had light blue hair and blue eyes? I was lying on this single sized bed that had white sheets, pillows and blanket... But my face... what happened to it? Who is this... is the mirror broken? What stared back at me was this blue haired young girl, around 8 years old? Thud, I stood up and quickly scampered over.  Reaching the mirror, I placed a finger on top of it... It felt cold? I — I felt something? This... this wasn't a dream? Ack, a stinging pain struck me form bellow... my gut? It looks like... a crimsoned dyed bandage but what? I was injured? 

"Darling, how are you feeling?" I turned my head and saw this beautiful light blue haired women... she looked like me... but taller, more mature. Darling? Who? Whoosh, a hand turned my head. I was slapped. Pain... it hurts..."I heard you got stabbed, are you an idiot? You, our branch's future princess got stabbed by a bug no ones heard of. Let me reiterate, are you an idiot?" she screamed. "Do you know how badly this would affect your reputation? Huh, answer me! You fool! What would you do if I hadn't silenced them? You were lucky you were born as influential as you are, not everybody can that many without being questioned" K-kill? What did she just say? Did she say she just killed people. Chills creeped up from my back, right now the injury on my  seemed like a joke. What the heck? How the heck did I even get injured and who is this  women? Cough, cough, squirt, red liquid flew from my mouth... huh? Pain... again? It hurts, m-my gut what happened? Black, blank... nothing. (First pov)

It seems our protagonist fainted... well as expected of a child who was just stabbed by a spear in the gut. How sad... Regardless she was then carried tenderly by the women who just slapped her to the bed and stroked. Wahh, she cried and cried "I—sniff just slapped Gyeong-Hui, m-my daughter sniff sniff, I-I'm so sorry but honey you have to grow strong... okay? Grow strong and don't let this mother tie you down... honey, you can't... can't care about this mother okay? Sniff, to care about someone would only be a liability... so hate me if you must... Yeah, just hate me... You would grow stronger from that... Yeah, hate me. You must hate me — hate –hate me..." Was what ensued for the following hour before our Gyeong-Hui's mother placed a kiss on her forehead, "Sweet dreams honey... sweat dreams" she whispered before she walked out turning off the lights, closing the window and curtains and gazing upon the Gyeong-Hui with a half crazed look... (Third pov/narrator)

Ack, the pain woke me up? Ah, thats right, my gut! I-it still hurts? It wasn't a dream? What that women said about killing and stuff... it wasn't a dream? That women? Huh, mother? Wait what? Wh-who am I? Gyeong-Hui what who? I am... who? And this, blue hair, Khun Aguero Agnes... T-Tower of god? Huh? I am Gyeong-Hui...daughter of Khun Geong and Khun Mirie... I am suppose to be the hope of my branch and become a jahad princess? What? But... I don't want to... ah I can just say that can't I? I mean, parent's should care about their children right? Then all I need to say is I don't want to be a princess, I mean aren't they those mentally deranged insanely talented women that have to compete against each other and collect the... uh seasons? Huh what was it again? Thir–hmmaha! Thirteen seasons! That's what that was, you have to collect them and then marry the king right? Gross. Marry an old geezer? Ugh. So I just have to tell them I don't want to right? But hang on... how did I know this again... what? (First pov)

Hi~ that's right I was really excited and wanted to right one more ;) anyway~ do pretty, pretty please leave a comment 

P.S how do you stop swearing, I swear I keep saying fuck a lot lately... to those who have gone through this how did you stop? Or how would you stop this. And don't mind the grammar kay? My friends and professors already said something about it... hah... life

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