Part 2

     Someone finally came into my room, and she just left, locking the door behind her. The moon is high in the sky, just past it's peek. It was only a few hours after I had ended my first entry. This diary is now my only companion in my very comfortable prison.

     The girl who came into my room was young, early twenties. Her brown hair was in a tight bun that made sure there wasn't a hair out of place. Her dress was gray with green embroidery at the hems. Her legs were covered by white tights and black Mary Jane shoes were on her feet. I can only saw the skin of her hands and face. She was pale, like she hadn't been out in the sun in a long while. Her hazel eyes met my green ones for only a moment before she looked down again. She put a silver tray on the desk I had been writing at and turned to leave.

     “Wait!” I jumped from the bed, where I had been sitting looking out the window. “Don't go! Where am I?”

     The girl looked flustered, as if she couldn't decide whither to talk to me or leave. “You are in Master Worrin's home, Miss.”

     “My parents went over a cliff a few hours south of here,” I tell her. “I came here looking for help. Would this Worrin call the McMackus Hunting Lodge at the base of the mountain?”

     “You don't seem too sad that your parents died,” she said with a snare. As if realizing what she had just said, she looked frantic and starts curtsying. “I'm so sorry, Miss. So very sorry. Please don't tell Master Worrin. Please, I'm so very sorry.”

     She ran out of the room and locked it behind her.

     She is right, though. I am not very sad they are gone. I know I should be, any normal person would be, but I'm not. The only time I have felt any emotion is when I am singing or hiking. I have never really loved my parents or cried when I got hurt or was sad about having no friends. I am just that kind of person.

     That is probably the reason why I have never had a real friend or a boyfriend and why I am not out of my mind with grief.

     Besides, I have other things to worry about and I couldn't save them. I won't beat myself up over something I can't change.

     I just noticed what is on the silver tray the girl brought. Steaming beef stew with two dinner rolls and a large glass of milk. I hope the food isn't poisoned. I am too hungry to even care if it is.

Reviews

[Brie]

Great continuation! I like that you elaborated more on Rose's character. I understand now where you're going with this, as well as where she's coming from. Can't wait for more!
-Brie