Warning!
Abuse
PTSD
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After the queen left Sheila to rest in her room, she looked out the window and opened it. The birds were flying, free from everything, and playing with their friends.
It reminded Sheila of her childhood. She missed her mother because, when she was a child, she remembered how lonely she had been. Nobody would play with her because they thought she was a freak just because she had a scar on her hand.
She clearly remembered how she got the scar from her aunt. She had lived with her aunt for a month and suffered because of her. Her aunt started treating her cruelly, probably due to the way she was raised.
She couldn’t forget the way her aunt looked at her, as if she were trash. She didn’t understand how someone could be so cruel to their niece—her own half-blood. All the things her aunt did would never be erased from her memory; it was a fresh wound, as if it had happened yesterday.
She wanted to forget it, but every time she closed her eyes, she had flashbacks to that time. It hurt her. She wanted to tell her mother, but she couldn’t—what if her mother told her aunt? And what if—
What if her aunt made it worse?!
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She hoped her aunt wouldn’t appear in her dreams. Every day, she lived in fear.
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She wanted to be the bird… a free creature… but being a bird was also dangerous because they could be hunted by predators.
Sheila sighed, looking around and gazing at the beautiful garden. It was beautiful, but why did she feel uneasy about it? Maybe she'd ask one of the maids later.
She opened the door and looked left and right, forgetting about the garden. She wanted to go home! She didn’t care if her world was already destroyed! This place was much worse than her world because there was no way in this damned world she would be able to live as the villainess!
Before stepping out of her room, she already had a plan....
Plan 🎀
-Bring money □
-Buy enough food □
-Buy the necessary supplies □
-Buy a damned boat or ship to sail □
-Find a damned witch or wizard to ask for help □
She puffed her chest confidently and pulled her hood down to cover her face. Before putting the hood on, she tied her hair because, damn, her hair was almost reaching her thighs.
MC: “Now that’s settled…”
Sheila ran toward the carriage and tapped the carriage man.
MC: “Do not turn around. Listen here.”
The carriage man nodded eagerly, in a panic.
MC: “If you take me to downtown, I’ll give you my jewels—understood?”
Sheila threatened the carriage man with her knife. He flinched, clearly panicked.
TCM: “R-Right away, P-Princess…”
The carriage started moving, and Sheila took a seat. She opened the map and smiled.
To be continued.
YYESH. I DONE ITTT!!! YAYAYA!!!
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