A young lady

'' Will she be okay? '' A familiar voice was outside my room door, I didn't want to hear, they don't like me. Just hate, calling me freak, crazy, I'm a mistake, but what can I do about it?

My mom died when I was born, my dad hates me, people who work here avoids me happy and hopes they do not have to help me. People don't talk about me or say my name. I'm always in the room, I can't go anywhere.

Dad said that I died when I was three because I was very sick. People believed in it and had the funeral outside my room, Dad looked proudly out so I did not want to interfere and say that it was not true. An old maid that did work here did always help me, she was my best friend, gave me pretty clothes and dolls.

But the old maid, was old she did quit the job but she did still visit. She was the only one that wanted to help me and be my friend, I loved her she was like a grandmother. But the old maid died, when dad told me that I couldn't believe it, was she really dead? As my loneliness grew stronger I had nothing to do, playing in my room alone, read books in my room.

No one visited, not even the maids, my room was always the last room people watched in.

I didn't have friends, I just wanted the old lady to live with me. As my fantasy started to get strong, I could see in vision, I did always have fun but, when people came in to my room I was always running around in circles chasing a fairy that I always saw in a black dress that I always had on me. They did only scream and called me freak.

'' I don't know, maybe she is just ill? '' As the maids outside talked they walked away from my room door, i sighed and looked around. I looked at the window as laughs and voices came from it, I got up from bed and went to the window.

Children were playing outside, from other families, I stared at them a long time until a young beautiful lady walked up to them and she had bouquet roses in her arms. The children stared at her when she walked up to the grave stone. She put the roses there and looked at the children smiling.

'' Her name was Fubuki Tsymikado. '' The lady looked sad, she wasn't smiling anymore, the children looked at her and pointed at the grave stone. As they whispered to each other.

'' Is she really dead? ''A black haired girl with a pink fluffy dress till her knees, white shoes with a red ribbon

The lady looked at her as tears did fall. She tried to smile a bit but she couldn't.

'' Yeah, her real mother died after she was born, after three years the girl died. She was very sick. The doctors couldn't help her. '' The lady looked at the sky as the tears still did fall.

'' Who are you? '' I asked to myself, see was really pretty, why did she cry on my gravestone?

'' I'm her dad's new wife, even if he don't want a child I still do. I wouldn't die, I would give her pretty dresses. She would smile and say: Thanks momy! '' As the lady looked at my window I didn't step back, I stared at her. Then she met my gaze, she got up quickly and ran towards the entrance, the maids did open the door when they saw her running.

'' My lady you shall not run. '' One of the maids said. She ignored them as she still did run. I looked at the entrance as she was gone, the children looked at my window but I guess they couldn't see me.

I turned around looked around and walked in to the bathroom, as I washed my face I hear a big bang from my door, I walked out from the bathroom as the lady did stand there. I was surprised but I didn't show any emotions. Her eyes was filled with tears as she did run to med. The maids came to the room as they speak

'' My lady you shall not be here! '' One of the maids took her arms and pulled her away from me, she was surprised at first but then she looked mad, the other maid came in and closed the door.

'' You shall not touch the mistake freak! My lady, are you hurt? Did she hurt you? What the hell did you do to My lady?! '' The maid walked up to me and pushed me to the ground. As I landed on my butt she stood between me and the lady, she looked furious and grabbed my hair then she threw me away.

The lady did scream to stop, she pulled out of the grip and ran towards me, sat down on to the floor and pulled me into her arms. She stared angrily at them. As she was about to talk the maid looked at me.

'' What do you think you are doing to a child!? And who is she?! Why is she in this ugly and dark room?! '' Her voice was angry but still calm. As I looked up at her, she looked exactly as the girl in the paintings I used to see.

The maids looked down and was about to speak when the lady hugged me to hard and I a small voice come from me, she did lose her grip. Then she looked at my arms, she was surprised she took my arm and looked at it. Scars. Yes, I did cut myself, I was alone, no one talked to me, what the hell could I do? My life has no meaning, I could die anyway. She took my worn and much too long tangled hair, looked at it carefully and then looked into my eyes. Her skin was light and beautiful, her lips was red and her eyes were green.

'' How old are you my dear? '' She said when she took my hands and held them tightly, I looked at her I didn't know what to answer, what would I say? I don't know anything more than my dad hates me and my mom is dead, when is my birthday? What did exactly happen? What was going on?

'' I don't know. I don't know anything. '' I replied, my voice was scared but too light to someone really could hear. She smiled at me and took my hand, she went up and pulled my up on my legs to.

'' Let's take you to my husband, but first let's fix you! You shouldn't sit here in the dark room. Right? '' She smiled bright, and we went to the bathroom to clean me up.

'' Your hair is really tangled. '' She brushed my hair, when she was done she smiled bright at me.

She took some cloths to me and helped me put it on, she tied my hair up to two pig tails, with black ribbons on each. Then she put me on a black dress with corset on the chest, black and white.

A great black skirt with white knee socks with black short boots with ribbons on the side. When she was done she put a big mirror in front of me, she smiled and ask if it was okay, it matched my style and no one would notice me except dad.