Where I Belong - seastarpwn (paper ebook reader .txt) 📗

I climbed the stone wall, the sweat on my hands not making it any easier. I was pulling myself over when something hit the back of my head. “Who are you?” a voice boomed in my ear. I crawled out of his way and grabbed my sword. “Well?”
I swung upwards and slashed him in the chest, “Doom,” was all I said before jumping off the side of the wall again. I pulled my black scarf out and wrapped my head, so only my eyes showed. I put my razor sharp sword into its place and took off. I stayed on the side of the buildings, stopping here and there when someone passed by.
Ways away I saw another wall, but was almost impossible to climb. I shoved my elbow into the window behind me and climbed in. I sneaked up the stairs and climbed out the window to get to the roof. Up here you could see the town perfectly. Behind the wall is a huge white castle and scattered around the town is little parks my father paid for.
But I didn’t have time to see the view, I jumped building to building. The feel of wind passing you and a sword by your side is blood pumping, body shaking fun. A few times I almost didn’t make it over. I made it to the last building when the siren went off. It was loud enough to hear from here and it was to tell me that they are coming and quickly too.
The distance from the building and the wall was unbearable. I paced back and forth knowing they are already tracking me and will be here in minutes. I looked down and saw dogs barking up at me, maybe seconds. I made my mind and backed up. I turned around to see a bright red soldier a couple feet away, “Come on Daniela, you don’t have to do this,” he cooed to me. But I didn’t listen; instead I ran to the edge and pushed myself off, hoping that I would make my target.
I grabbed on to the metal pole and started to climb. The sweat really wasn’t helping me this time. One hand in front of the other I made it to the top. It was two inches in diameter and I could only keep one foot on it. Wind pushed against me, but I thought of all the lessons I learned from my dad. I conjured up the courage to look down at the ground that was twenty feet away. I gulped, “you can do this, you are almost there,” I tried to pep talk myself.
I pushed off and was falling towards the wall. I was inches away, but I could feel myself dropping and I was sure no one wanted a pancake for a princess. A hand reached out and grabbed me. I looked up to see red haunting eyes, “Hello princess.”
“What do you want?” I tried struggling out of his arm; falling was a better option at this time. He pulled me up and over then pushed me onto the ground.
“You know what I want,” his eyes glistened and he held up a black knife, “the heart.” He plunged the knife into my chest and twisted. I could feel my heart beat in my head as it slowed and stopped.

I fell out of my bed with a huge thump. “Princess, are you Ok?” Jules walked into my bedroom and helped me up. She pushed back my bangs and checked my forehead.
“I do not know who Princess is,” I escaped her hold and walked to my bathroom. I plugged in my straighter and turned on the shower. I stared into my reflection while the water warmed up; red hair flowed down my back and golden eyes, literally. I am the girl resemblance of my father, King Joseph, the ruler of my small home Castlevania.
“Daniela do you want my help?”
“With what Jules? Why would I need your help in the shower?” I complained and closed the door in her face, “Thanks for asking, but I think I got it.” I slid to the floor and banged my head against the door. I jumped into the shower, scrubbing off sweat and dirt.
When I got out Jules was sitting on my bed with a dress in her lap. “You are wanted in an hour,” she turned her head and smiled at me. Jules came over to me and handed me my undergarments. I dropped the towel and slipped the black lace on before turning around. Jules had a corset in her arms that was suppose to make me look thinner and my chest bigger.
“Do I have to where this?” I stared down at the white corset with gold lace. It was beautiful, but I can hardly breathe and Jules hasn’t even tied it yet.
“Your mother would disapprove if you shoe up without a corset on and you know your mother.” I rolled my eyes and sucked in a deep breath as Jules placed a foot on my back and pulled at the strings. It tightened making everything start to slowly spin.
She helped me put on my green dress that weighted ten pounds, but curved my body to make it look like I was in my twenties. I gave Jules a kiss on the cheek before walking out of my bedroom and down the stairs. I could already hear my mother’s annoying voice from half way down the stairs, getting louder every step I took.
“Darling, how swell of you to join us,” she stood up and motioned to her so called friends. Marcie a tall blonde with big lips and small eyes stretched her hands to me. They were rough and unbearable to touch, but I managed.
“Morning ladies,” I curtsied to them and sat at an unoccupied seat. They spent hours talking about next week ball and what shoes will go with what dress. I nibbled on my biscuit when Jules walked in, “Introducing Sir Darrell.” The door opened to show my only friend. His dirty blonde hair and grey eyes attracts many suitors, but I was never interested.
“Mother may I be excused?” she nodded her head and I stood. I almost ran towards him, but every eye was on my back, so I kept a steady pace and curtsied when I was in front of Darrell, “Sir Darrell.”
He bowed and kissed my hand, “Princess Daniela.” We hooked arm and walked out of the dining room with much grace to offer in my body. When we were outside I jumped into his arms and he spun me around, “How I missed you Dani!”
“I missed you to Darrel,” he set me down and we walked towards the pond, “how was the war?’
“Bloody. You would faint at the sight of what I saw every day. But now I’m back and your smile makes those days worth it.”
“Darrell,” I blushed and shook my head, “don’t try charming your way back. What happened there? Did you see Lucy again?”
This time Darrell was the one who smiled and pulled me down next to him on the bench, “She was beautiful as ever. We met every other week at a lake, much like this one. She would tell me what happened and I would promise her that I will have her hand in marriage one day. I sometimes talk about you and she seems very interested.”
I slapped him in the arm, “Don’t waste your time talking about me.”
“Well she wants to know everything about my life and you are a very big part of it.”
“Yet again you are a very good charmer,” I pressed my lips to his finger tips, “I am happy you talk about me, but please don’t talk anything embarrassing about me, please.”
“A little too late for that,” he smirked at me then grabbed me by the waist. He lifted me above his shoulder and threw me into the lake. A very cold rush hit me and I swam up to the surface.
“You…. You,”
“Say it.”
“Asshole,” I gasped and covered my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that. I have never cursed before, but lately Darrell has been teaching me new ones. Darrell laughed and started to strip. “What are you doing?” I screeched and whispered at the same time.
“I am swimming, what are you doing?”
I climbed out of the lake and stared out of my outfit. It was drenched and clung to my legs. Darrell handed me a knife and I cut it to knee length, “Thanks.”
“No problem,” he picked me up again and he jumped into the water. This time I didn’t sink as quickly, but I still had five pounds dragging me down. I swam to the top and got onto Darrell’s back.
“You know I hate when you do that,” I slapped him on the back of his head.
“I know, but it is funny.” He climbed out of the lake with me still on his back and he walked back to the castle. The look on my mother’s face was priceless, it looked like she just saw a ghost and was about to barf.
“What are you doing on his back?” she screamed.
“Having fun,” I never talked back either, so I quickly got off Darrell’s back and curtsied to him. “I will see you again before you leave, right?”
“Whenever you like just call me,” he kissed my hand again, bowed to my mother and left. My mother turned to me and I started to run away.
“Get back here!” She raced me up the stairs and she trapped me before I could open my door. “First you are wet, why are you wet?!”
“I went swimming in the lake.”
“Second, I never want to see you on his back again and since I can never make you not see him because you are joined at the hips. At least don’t do that again!”
“Yes mother.”
“Thirdly what happened to your dress, it was one of the kind!”
“Well now it is very special,” I got inside and closed the door, locking it just in case. I took off the horrid dress and put on some sweats.
“Do you need anything Pr- Daniela?”
“Could you get me something to eat please?”
“Anything for you,” she turned around and left. I crawled into my bed and pulled the cover around me. That dream still scared me, but it made sense. I wanted, no needed to leave the palace. I wanted freedom and felt like the only thing that would make me truly happy.
In one month I am leaving, dead or alive.