Chapter 3 A Second Chance

Only for her eyes to pop right open.

Sweat baited her body as her eyes glimmer with pain. She groaned and tried to roll, only to stop in shock.

What's going on? Thought Lucille as she stared at the ceiling. Shouldn't it have been a night sky? Why was it now the ceiling of a room?

But not just any room, but the room she was forced to live in when she was crowned a princess and forced to marry that ugly old fart.

Her eyes rolled around before she jumped out of bed in shock; her eyes scanned the full scene as she couldn't believe where she was.

Forgetting about her sweat-soaked body, she pulled the blanket from her body and hastily ran to the window. She threw it open as the wind engulfed her in strives.

Her blue eyes shinned as the wind blew her hair; the scene was beautiful as we saw a garden placed outside her window. The aura of beauty, but Lucille's face paled.

This was the Celeste household; this was the place of her doom and horror. Hadn't she left here already? Wasn't she supposed to be dead on the ground of that ugly fart home? Her body is being prepped for her funeral.

The scene was unbelieving as Lucille just stood there, like a statue.

A bang and the door flew open. Lucille was shaken from her still gaze as she turned to face the door. A maid walked in holding a tray of food with a scrowl of disgust when she sighted Lucille awake.

"Oh, miss, I thought I would have to wake you, but it seemed you made it easy for me," the maid said with a sinister look as she eyed Lucille from up to down.

It was only then did Lucille look at her clothing; she remembered that even though she was a princess, she was never given the best of clothes. She was wearing a nightgown that was too long and had turned a brownish dirty color.

It was an additional texture to the room she was in. From the outside, it looked like a door of royalty, but the inside was average; there were chairs and tables having reached the stage of breaking. Her window and cabinet had cobwebs lining every edge, and her clothes were too big and made her look old.

But the real reason was to hide her malnourished and scar-covered body from the world, as she would have to make appearances now as a princess.

Lucille stared at the maid as she rudely dropped the tray on the table; the food was just a cup of water and some bread. It was even a miracle to get bread, as some days it was only water.

The maid stood at the seat waiting for her with a glare. Lucille quickly shook herself from her thought and moved towards the table. She sat down and quickly ate the bread and water before returning back to the window.

The food hadn't fully digested, but right now she needed to clear her head about thinking, so it was best to not show them any mistakes or less she be whipped.

The maid looked at the empty plate before smiling at Lucille as she placed back the whip in her gown. She took the tray and left the room, not before stopping.

"Get dressed on your own; you're to attend dinner with the Duke and his family."

"Don't be late," shouted the maid as she slammed the door shut.

Lucille still stood at the window, her body still, before she crumbled to the ground.

"This can't be; it has to be a nightmare; there were no ways she had gone back to this hell hole.

All she wanted was to be free.

Free?

Lucille thoughts stopped as she remembered the request she made when she jumped from the window. The moon shinned that night as if answering her wish.

Could it be?

Lucille looked to the room as her eyes scanned around before pushing herself up and running to a dirty cabinet.

If I really was reborn, then it should still be here? Thought Lucille as she ransacked her cabinet, pulling drawers from drawers and until she pulled a drawer open and stopped.

Tears engulfed her face immediately as she took out a small doll; it was ruffly made, but she didn't care and hugged it tightly.

She couldn't believe it; it was still here.

This was the only doll her mother made for her; it was the last thing she had in remembrance of her deceased mother.

If this is still here, then the marriage talk with the ugly old fart hasn't been done yet because her doll was burned by Mark on the same day it was declared that I was to wed the ugly fart.

Lucille looked up at the doll as she cleaned a small spot from its cheek. If she really was given a second chance, then she wasn't going to live this life again.

Wiping her tears, she dragged her nightgown and pulled herself up. She closed her eyes, taking a breath of fresh air before opening them again.

Her eyes, once devoured of life, now had a fire burning in them. She was going to escape from this place.

She took the doll and walked to the table; sitting down, she took a pen and paper and proceeded to write.

If she was going to finally escape this place, she needed to write down all the events that happened up until her death. All bad experiences and good ones, never leaving anything out.

She needed a plan and a route of escape, remembering how Mark caught her in the woods and dragged her back to that fifty place.

She groaned and dropped her pen, thinking it was making her head hurt.

She looked up and faced the window as the wind blew a rose petal into her room that fell and landed on her desk.

Her smile mask her face as she picked up the petal.

Yes, I need a way to not just escape from this place but never be able to be caught.

A smirk appeared on her face.