Father's Daughter Monologue

In the six years that you lived with your adopted parents they didn’t let you do anything and never believed in you. You couldn’t paint nor write and if you could you wouldn’t have the skill anyways. Well that was what they thought, over the years you got skillful of hiding your possessions. Such as paint, canvas’ and a small electronic writer. But with the news of your arrangement you weren’t so sure. You sighed, over the years you had been treated as a slave and they still despised you enough to drop you like a ragdoll. In ways you were happy to be out of their soul crushing grasps, still you were going into a marriage with someone you didn’t even know. The man who would initially wed you would come by tomorrow.

That night you had such horrible dreams. Dreams of a much distant night however now with more startling detail than you ever remembered. The night your real parents were slaughtered. Men in white suits raided the village followed by a boy not much older than you at the time, maybe by three years. He wore black attire and a mask, his orders were startling. All of the people in the village were slaughtered as well as your father and then your mother. However now you remembered who had killed your mother who tried so much to protect you. It was that boy, the one in the black. His sword of light crashed down on her, causing blood but for a reason unknown to you, you knew there was little chance of that happening. The boy took …show more content…
With your little belongings went your electronic writer, paints and small canvas’. You looked at the fairly large painted canvas and sighed. It would never fit into your small bag but you couldn’t leave it here. You were at a crossroads when you were called down stairs. In the living room stood a man, wearing casual attire, he had black raven locks that cascaded down and stopped just below his ears. He was pale and had a stern complexion. You were suddenly very self