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Chapter 3 ~3 Months After~ Margaret was 5 years old (in human years.) Her bright, yellow, cat-like eyes stared at her massive wardrobe that stood at the end of her spacious room. At the other end of the room was a  humongous window, but it was locked. The pure white drapes hung from the top of the window were still. The only sound that filled the room was the echoing sound of the white grandfather clock in another corner of the room. In Margaret's hands was a doll. It appeared to be a baby, a long dress hung from it and it's eyes were missing. Margaret's eyes darted towards her bedroom door, they swung open to reveal her uncle and father (w

Chapter 1 Queen Victoria reigned Great Britain in the nineteenth century, it was around ten o'clock at night. Mathilda, a young woman with jet black hair and large, sky blue eyes, walked along the pavement. Her large heeled boots kept her black dress from the damp floor. The lampposts above her lit the street, making the moist parts of the street glow yellow and people walking along the street become slightly clearer than they would be. The sky above Mathilda was pitch black, but stars gleamed and blinked. Mathilda admired the sky, she saw it as a painting rather than reality. She turned her head, a cosy looking building stood in front of he

I have told you at least one million times, That nothing is wrong, You're acting as if I've committed a crime, but I swear, this time there's nothing wrong, Listen to my words slur out of my mouth, They're like blood and water, they flow, I swear this time there's nothing wrong, Everything is just fine, trust me, Although I feel like my fingers are clung on an edge, I swear nothing's wrong. There's no need to be concerned, I'm guessing that you're just eager to know what is going on, You're like my shadow, You're like my guardian angel, Although I hate the way you mess with my brain, All this pain raging from you to me, I swear this time