ROUGH DESTINY (A PEEK INTO LANA’S BLOG)

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When I was a baby, my father was almost never around. My mother died giving birth to me and Father could not even look at me. I was handed off to a series of maids and barely saw my father after that. I began to act like a spoiled brat to get his attention. If my meals were not perfect, I would send them back to the kitchens. I began to hit my maids with my hands and the expensive gifts and jewellery from my father were not enough. My friends began to go away and I got new friends who wanted money and gifts for my company. I was a horrible child. The only one who saw me through a different light was Christofer, one of the maid‘s sons. He dressed in dirty jeans and ratty old T-shirts while I wore expensive dresses. For my sixteenth birthday, my father threw me a party. I knew it was a going away party instead of a birthday party. However, I did not intend to enjoy the party because he was marrying me off to the Duke of Wellingford, a man I hated in about a month. I hated the way his mouth opened when he chewed, and he chewed like a cow. I hated everything about Wellingford, especially the formality around the palace.
I had yet to tell Christofer, though. I planned on it before I left (just a month away!).
Therefore, when I got a letter from Christofer the day before saying to meet him in the gardens during the party, I was ecstatic, but calmed down quickly when I remembered what I had to do. I dressed in my loveliest ball gown, diamond earrings and the big diamond ring the Duke of Wellingford sent me. The Duke always reminded me of a cow. Huge front teeth, sallow skin, greasy black hair, and sunken black eyes. Ugh, how ugly our kids should be! I was a pretty girl with blond hair with beautiful hazel eyes.
Around midnight, the party had swelled. I snuck out the front door easily and the flashlight gave the gardens a secretive and slightly romantic feel and look. “Christofer,” I breathed, holding the flashlight level to my shoulder so I could see the whole garden. I see a familiar silhouette standing in the shadows of the old apple tree. “Sienna? Is that you?” I shut my eyes tightly then open the again. “Yes, it’s me.” My voice is all wrong. It is oddly formal and all high pitched. “What did you call me here for?” I ask, still very formal. He pulls away and roots in his pockets. “Close your eyes,” he instructs me. His black hair is neatly groomed and when he runs his hand through it, it messes it up and I want to flatten it. I close my eyes and when I open them, Christofer is down on one knee. He holds out a ring and I have no idea how long it took him to come up with the money for it. “Sienna, I know we have only known each other for a year, but I love you more than anything in the world. When I see you smiling, well, it makes me so proud that you are mine. I promise you, I’ll take good care of you and I’ll do two jobs if I have to, just say you’ll marry me!” I blink my tears away and back up. “No.” His eyes go wide. “What?”
“No. I won’t marry you.” His eyes fill with tears and I feel awful, but it‘s better he leaves hating me then still in love with me. “I’m sorry, I…I don’t know what I was thinking.” He turns and runs into the forest and I want to call to him, I want to apologize for something that is out of my hands. Suddenly I am consumed by a silly fear that something is out here with me and then confirmed when my light flickers out and the branches of an old apple tree bend and sway to the harsh whisper of the wind. I turn and run to whichever direction I think the house to be. I want nothing more than to curl up on my bed with my cat and read a book. I throw the long skirt of my dress over my arm and run. I run until I lose my shoes, and until my lungs burn from breathing irregularly. My right ankle hurts like crazy from running in high heels and stings every time it hits the dirt. Then I fall. My dress spirals, spins, whirls, and twirls around me until I have to close my eyes because I cannot watch it anymore without throwing up. My hands extend to the sides of the hole that I am falling down, my nails scrape the sides, and I bite the inside of my right cheek until I taste blood. I feel nauseous but I bid it back. I stop suddenly. I must have hit the bottom, and not realized it, but my skirts took the fall for me. I am not sure where I am because I am willing my eyes to open but I am so tired, so unbelievably tired. So tired to where my neck feels like jelly and my head is too heavy and my arms feel like twenty-pound weights. I slump over and lay on the ground. The floor smells…odd. It is freezing cold and smells like…lemon? Then I realize I have no idea where I am. I don’t even know if I’m alive.

~~TO BE CONTINUED~~

**Disclaimer** I have not read Alice In Wonderland. This is my own version of Alice In Wonderland. Thank you for understanding.