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Her name was Opal, the name that she chose on the night she had opened her eyes, the pain that had wracked her small frame for weeks finally gone. The pain that had made her beautiful, strong, confident, intelligent, but of all the things it had done to her, one thing was undeniable, unable to be hidden, she was damned.
As she regained her consciousness, something she had prayed to be released from for the past two weeks, her eyes flickered around her, the hunger she felt intensifying the anger she felt for the ones that stood around her, a sick pride in their eyes. She knew how the damned were viewed in this world, but as she looked at the pathetic beings that surrounded her, a fiery determination filled her.
Her life would not be ended, simply because one of these fools had decided they wanted her as his or her daughter. No, she would not be subjected to being both damned and forced into seclusion, into some meaningless existence such as these around her lived.
With more speed and grace than she was accustomed to, she swung her legs from the bed she had been laid upon, standing and looking down at the torn, sweat-stained scraps of a gown that clung to her still damp skin with obvious disdain.
“Clothes.” She said simply, making eye contact with what one that seemed to be the leader, his face seemed shocked for a brief second before a young woman came forward as he motioned for her to do so with a simple flick of his pale hand.
Taking the purple clothes that she was offered, Opal looked them over with her new, intense gaze, not exactly my style, but I am in better shape now….
With a shrug she looked back at those around her, the anger she felt, yet was somehow holding within her evident by the flame in her eyes, “I’ll need shoes as well.” She stated, looking directly at the one she had before, her mouth set firmly after the words were spoken. With a nod, the woman left, some unspoken understanding, and with another gesture from the one she stared at, who now seemed to have lost some of his earlier confidence, so did the rest.
Dressed in the skimpy garments that she had been given, she walked to the door, her sensitive ears hearing the rain before she saw it. She grabbed an umbrella from the tall, exquisitely decorated vase that stood at the door and stepped into the night, unabashedly damned.
 Opal Jewles · Wed Mar 12, 2008 @ 09:43pm · 0 Comments |
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