They’re just toys they say, stuffed animals, nothing more. But they’re more to me. So much more. They were there when I needed a hug. They were there when I needed to yell. They were there when I needed to talk. And they were there when I needed to cry. I remember playing with them with my little sister. We had so much fun. We would play with them outside with animals and inside with our dolls. We would always play with them with each other. When there was a storm or a tornado, we would run to grab them. To hold them. They would calm us. Sometimes I still run to grab them, to hold them close. Because they are So Much More than stuffed animals.
Stuck. That’s how I feel. Stuck in this small jewelry box. Cursed to forever dance in the same place. To forever spin. Around and around. But that’s when it’s open. When it’s closed, I’m trapped. Trapped in this tiny box, forever. I like to dream though. Of being free. I could still be a ballerina, if I wanted too. I would love to actually dance. To actually move. Or I could be a singer. A florist. A baker. Whatever I wanted. But no, I’m stuck. I try not to think about it. The pain. The little girl makes things easier. I love to watch her dance to my music. She spins and twirls around her pink room. Jumping higher and higher. She laughs. If only I could join her. To dance with her. Laugh with her. She’s my human. My only friend. I can imagine us dancing together. She tells me she imagines it too. She loves to talk to me. If only I could talk back. But I’m stuck, in this jewelry box. Forever. If only I wasn’t Stuck.
The end
Change. A strange thing, isn't it? It's something I hate, yet want. Change could be changing your style, hair, interests, or room. It could be a job, school, friends, or family. It's something that could be huge to one person, and small to the next. It’s something I crave, yet am terrified of. What if it’s not what I want? What if it’s a death? A loss? A goodbye? It could be something wonderful. Or something tragic. That’s what scares me. I want change, but what if it’s something bad? Maybe it would be worth it, to try change. But what to change? Hair? Clothes? Room? Maybe try a job? Learn to drive? Learn a new skill? It still terrifies me. Maybe something small for me. A new style. That might do for now. It may seem small, but who knows? It might be something huge for me. Might help with my confidence. My self-love. Then maybe I could try something else. Small steps. I’ll have my family to help me, even if it's with small things. Change might be scary, but It Might Just Be Worth It.
The end.
I need to leave, to escape from this world. From these _feelings. _But how? I try walking. I hear the sound of my feet hitting the ground, with a thud. Hoping, maybe one day, I’ll grow wings. Like the butterflies playing in the flowers, just flapping around looking like their without a care in the world. Oh, what it would be like, to fly away from all life’s problems. To vanish. But I can’t. No matter how much I wish. Even butterflies can’t out-fly their problems. Eventually, one day, they have to face them. But they’ll get through it. They always do. Even if they wish to vanish sometimes, as I do right now. I keep walking. And I watch the butterflies. The flowers. I feel the wind taking me away, as it takes the butterflies away too. No matter how much I want to vanish without a trace, I can’t. I have my family. And even though I want to disappear, I don’t want to leave them. They’re my everything. I love them. So I’ll be strong, I’ll face my problems, and won’t disappear. Because they’ll be there with me, I won’t be alone. I’ll never be alone. Even when it gets hard. We’ll stay together. Like butterflies.
The end.
Why? Why is it me who has to feel this pain? This heartache? I thought I found the one, sure, we only knew each other for a moment, but it felt like a lifetime. I feel the ache growing as we take off, flying farther and farther away from each other. I pull my knees up to myself, trying to become smaller. Trying to take the heartache away. Will I ever see him again? Probably not. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. But the thought of not seeing his face or hearing his voice again, his laughter, it makes me sick to my stomach. Does he feel the same way I do? Does he feel this pain? This hurt? I sit still, trying not to cry, to show, to feel. It doesn’t work. I feel wet, hot tears slide down my face. Why, why, why, why? I wipe angrily at my face, trying to stop the tears. I know my heart will never be the same, but I’m trying to tell myself It’ll be okay. It has to be. The pain only grows, I could have done something, should have done something. But no. Why? Why did it have to be me? I was happy. For a short time with him. For a moment, everything was perfect. But then he went one way, and I went the other. My heart breaking every step I took, taking us farther apart. Now, I just sit here, with my thoughts. My heartache. My heartbreak. Hoping, one day, I’ll heal.
The End.
Swords clash, again and again. As me and the “Hero” as they call him fight. But he’s not the hero, just as I’m not the villain. The things I’ve done, I have a good reason for doing them. I do them to protect, protect my family. Some don’t see it the way I do though, they say I’m evil and heartless.
“Give up now, before it’s to late” I say, getting ready to lunge again. The Hero just shakes his head, breathing hard. Pathetic, really. “Please,” He begs “You don’t have to do this, you don’t have to be the villain” I smile at that and lunge. He blocks just in time. I laugh “How much more can you take?” “Enough” He promises I come at him full speed this time, full force. This time, this time he’s not fast enough. My sword goes into his abdomen, blood already seeping out. I smile again as he takes a step back. He soon falls to the ground on his knees. He’s breathing even harder now, blood dripping from his wound. His hand comes shakingly to his face, I wonder for a second what he’s doing before he pulls off his mask revealing…”Adam?” I gasp, no, no it can’t be. He smiles sadly at me, I drop my sword. He takes a shaky breath “I’ve always known who you were.” I walk over to him and drop to my knees. The Hero, my enemy, is Adam. My little brother. The one I’ve been trying to protect all these years from bad, bad people. “Why…?” I ask “You were always gone,” He takes another shaky breath. “I just wanted to spend time with you…so I became this…” I stare at him in disbelief. “But…” I say “I did this…for you” He shakes his head, barely able to keep himself up. “Just because you think you have a good reason, doesn’t mean what you do is good” He falls forward, leaning on me now. “Hold on, Adam!” I say panicking, I lay him down and put pressure on his wound, around the sword still in his abdomen. “I don’t-“ I choke out “I don’t know what to do- I’m sorry Adam, I’m so sorry.” I start to cry How, _how could I have done this? _He just smiles at me “It’s okay…hey, at least we got to spend some time together, right?” I crock out a sob of a laugh. He breathing becomes harder and harder, until it stops. I lean forward, and put my head on his chest, and cry. No, sob, I sob my eyes out. Heart breaking in a million different pieces. _Maybe I Am The Villain _ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ Thump __ __ __ __ __ I jolt up, eyes flying open. No, it couldn’t be. I lay my head back down on his chest, listening.
Thump __ __ Thump __ Thump _ __ __ __ __ I sit up again. He takes a breath. Then another, and another. I laugh. Then there’s banging and voices. But I don’t care, my brother is alive. __ I feel someone grab me from behind, dragging me away as I laugh historically. They probably think I’m insane. But I’m laughing out a joy, pure joy. __ I hear a _nurse rush over to Adam, I try and look and see what’s happening, but there’s to many police officers in my way. I just hope, pray they can help him. I hear one of the nurses call out “He’s alive!” Then “He’ll be okay, but we need to get him to the hospital right now!” I breathe a sigh of relief, he’s okay. He’s going to be okay. __ Sure, I’m definitely going to jail. And I’m probably the worst big brother there is. But I’m going to change, I’m going to be better, I’m not going to be the villain anymore. for Adam. Because he deserves better. And he’s okay. __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ The end.
Our kingdom’s have been at war for years. Neither side really ever winning, no matter how hard we push and fight. All we ever gain is more death, blood and bodies. I never understood why we couldn’t just get along, put aside our differences. But no one even listens to me, no one but him. “We’ve been over this a hundred times!” Edward whisper-shouts at me, where we’re hiding in the shadows at the border. “No one is going to listen to us!” “But we have to try!” I cry, not understanding why we can’t _try. _“If we do, we could be killed.” He says, more softly. I know this, I do. But wouldn’t it be worth it? To be heard? And maybe, just maybe, they would listen. I feel a tear slip out, and his warm hand brush it away. “I’m sorry, I really am Annalise” He says it so gently, I can hear so much pain. He slowly pulls me into a hug, his hugs are always so warm, so safe, so _right. _I wish it could be like this forever, just me and him. But we’re on to different sides of a war. Our parents would never allow it. We stay that way in each other’s arms, until we hear a guard over head and he pulls away. “We should leave,” He breaths “Before we get caught” I nod, even thought I don’t want to. He gabs my hand, and kisses it as he bows. “Until next time, Your highness” I give him a sad smile as I curtsy back. “Until next time” I repeat
I soon find myself back in the palace garden, I need to hurry and get back to my room before I get caught. I slip into the kitchen and make my way down the hall, to my bedroom. As soon as I get inside and close the door I let out a heavy breath. We can’t keep doing this, it’s getting to risky, one of us is bound to be caught. But I can’t help it, I need to see him. I shouldn’t, we’re enemies. But maybe, one day, when we’re no longer at war, things will be different.
I pull off my dress and get in the bath my servants prepared for me. After bathing and drying off, I put on my sleeping attire. I slowly make my way to my bed, worried. As I get under my covers, I pray he made it back over safely. He had to.
I wake up with the sun, as I always do. I yawn as I push my covers off of me and hang my feet over my bed. It should be breakfast soon, I should get dressed. But when I go to look for the clothes my servants always lay out for me, they’re not there. Odd. I guess I’ll have to pick them out myself, not that I mind.
After finding a dress I like, and putting it on, I put my makeup on, do my hair and get shoes. By the time I’m done it’s been over an hour, yet, no one has come in.
Soon I start making my way down to the dining room, but as I pass the throne room I hear…someone getting beat. Against my better judgment, I decide to look and see what’s going on, as soon as I do I wish I hadn’t. There on the ground, is Edward. Beaten and broken. I scream as the guard over him kicks him again. I see my father, the King look up from where he’s in the throne, smiling. _Smiling. _He’s beating the love of my live and he’s smiling. “Ah! There you are my dear!” He says as I walk over, sounding so pleased with himself. “Just in time to see the punishment I have planned for our little prisoner here” I look at him disgusted. How dare he. _“_We found him on our side of the border.” He says “How strange, why would he be on our side? You don’t know anything about that, would you dear?” I can feel my face pall, _He knows. How does he know? He must have seen us…oh no, oh no, no, no. “Father-“ I start, but he cuts me off. “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out?” He snaps “You must think I’m a fool.” “No-no of course not-“ I can’t let him die, I can’t. “Please,” I beg “Don’t hurt him!” “Hurt him?” My Father smiles “Oh no dear, I plan to do far worse then hurt him.” I can feel the tears slipping out, but I can’t stop them. “Did you seriously think it would work out? Oh please, It was never meant to be.” He laughs, Oh how I want to- “Please Father I’ll do anything!” I shout, desperate. “I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do” Before I can think, he’s nodding to the guard over Edward. The Guard’s sword comes down and I scream. I scream like I’ve never screamed before. I run over to Edward, hoping, praying, it’s not over. I drop to _my knees, and slide. He’s on his back now, breathing hard. “Please-“ I choke “No, no, no. You can’t leave me, I can’t do this alone.” He gives me a sad, strained smile. “You can do it. You always could.” I sob, I can see my tears plash across his face. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips, he kisses my hand, one, final, time. He takes a slow breath, lets it out, then his hand drops, and he’s gone. I feel like a million knifes are stabbing my heart. Why. Why him. My head falls on his chest, where it would always lay when he hugged me. And I cried, and I screamed. How could this have happened? How could _I _have let this happen? Maybe, maybe my father was right, maybe, It Was Never Meant To Be.
The End.
