Daughter Of Darkness

Take a look at the darkness that surrounds the garden. When the rain stopped, the water mirrored the dark sky, giving the impression that one was doomed to spend eternity in a pit of death (which was not the case). Following your parents' deaths, the castle will be filled with darkness, and the only things you will be able to purchase will be lunacy and the unflattering glances of strangers. When it is true that you may sometimes come across wonderful individuals while travelling, the darkness and evil that exists in people's hearts will ultimately bring the light to a grinding halt.

Despite the fact that the flowers have faded, the tears have dried, the sky has become dark, and the cold air has frozen my shattered heart, I am hopeful that the genuine and lovely person who comes into my life will possess the key that will enable it to thaw. When your mother's heart bleeds and your father's spirit leaves, the flames of love will flare in their hearts. Yes, I've given it the title "flame of vengeance" as it eats everything in its path. Once you're susceptible to retribution, it's conceivable that it will be stolen from you.

"Millie! The meal is ready" my mum screamed with her lovely voice, and I still have it in my ear every time I feel hungry and how many times I had that emotion. I'm Millie Fletcher, daughter of Mason Fletcher. I lived in a spacious castle with my two parents for many years. The finest memories were with my mom. She had the sweetest embrace in the world, my dad loved her so much, and really he was the driver of her castle before getting married with him since my mom came from a royal family. Through pain and brutality that I have witnessed from others, I always believed to myself that mum would protect me. She was my ego and my power. When I was staring at my mum, I was looking at the purest love I would ever know. She was my first best and lifelong friend and I had never considered that there would come a day when I will lose her forever.

Early in the morning, Madam Helen was making breakfast for the family, and my mother summoned me to the kitchen so that I could help.

"Greetings, there! Miss Millie, how was your night?" the narrator inquires. Madame Helen was the one who questioned. She was our maid and cook of the castle.

The event ran well and without a hitch! "Last night, I saw something awful and odd," says the witness. I expressed my point of view.

"Really? What exactly is it?" says the mother. My mother had questioned.

"It was all simply a dream. Crows were frequently seen in our garden, and one of them seemed to be staring at me." I provided an answer. I was able to interpret what my mother and Helen were saying even though they were conversing in hushed tones so that I wouldn't hear what they were saying. Madame Helen responded to my mother's inquiry about whether or not this may be a portent of approaching calamity by saying it was all in my mother's head. My mother places a high value on dreams, particularly those expressed by children. She has a sneaking suspicion that something horrible is going to occur.

"What is it mum? Why are you so afraid of my dream?" I asked my mum and I remember that I was wondering, but my mum didn't respond and she left the kitchen. Madame Helen came to me and asked to finish the breakfast before the arrival of my father. Few minutes later, when my father arrived with Philip, the husband of Madam Helen, and I were waiting in the garden for my father, when it started raining in the castle and I was playing with the cat, suddenly a soft touch on my back, and it was my father's hand.

"What is my beautiful girl doing here in the rain?" my father said with a lovely voice. He was with Mr. Philip.

"The cat wants to play outside the castle, dad." I replied and I was afraid that my dad would argue with me because of the rain. It was a stupid lie that Mr. Philip started laughing at me, "I think the cat wants now to enter in" Mr. Philip said.

My memories are so scattered everywhere, my mum's voice, the dinner when we used to eat together and laugh about the cat when he wanted to steal the fish and Madame Helen was yelling at him. Those were my lovely memories. One night when I was reading a story about fairies my mum was sewing a dress and she put her hand on her right arm.

"Mum! What's going on? Are you okay?" I asked and I was so scared that my mum is sick, but my mum was always like that strong woman, that doesn't fear anything, and she replied" nothing my dear. Don't worry." She said but I felt sadness in her eyes and voice. All night, I was wondering about her and thinking what would happen if something wrong happened to my mum. All these worries were in the right place. My intuition was informing me but I didn't give it any attention.

The next morning, it was a very sunny day when I went down to the kitchen but I didn't find Madame Helen neither she nor my mum, so I ran quickly to my mum's room and I found Madame Helen giving a cup of water and medicine. I was scared when I saw my mum on the bed and she was very sick.

"Don't worry, my beautiful. Your mom will be okay after taking the medicine." Madame Helen said but I could realise from her voice that she was sure about that. She was very scared and she couldn't hide that from me.

Doctors come in and out of the castle frequently. They found a hard disease inside my mum.

It was cancer, but they didn't tell me the truth. They said she would be okay but the cancer has already spread in all the parts of her body. After taking the medications my mum became better than the first day and I believed that she was fine.

I remember the night Madame Helen and my dad were talking in the kitchen, when they didn't notice me and I heard my dad telling Madame Helen that it was too late. The cancer is in her head, it's everywhere. I ran to my room. I couldn't believe what you heard. Looking to the ceiling of my room, suddenly knocking on the door, it was my dad. He told me to go and see my mum. I refused in the beginning but then I went to her. Her face was so white and shining she looked at me. She couldn't speak in the beginning so I touched her and hugged her when she said my name and smiled. She was so tired and couldn't eat for days. Her spirit was dying every day, every hour perhaps every second. Her room was dark with only candles because the doctor said that she must stay calm so that her situation will not aggravate.

The castle began to be peaceful and mute. Sadness spreads throughout the castle, the spirit of death is within the castle, the yard is vacant from red flowers that my mom always liked to pamper; love between my parents is shackled with death. The chilly air invaded our fortress, it's here to take her, and it's waiting for the final time to take my Mom. Soul of death, the method in which individuals die lives in the thoughts of those who survive them. The voice of the doctor who came a lot of times remains in my recollections and how Madame Helen stared at me with tears in her eyes, since she knew the truth and what was waiting for me.

Everyone there knows quite well that my mother will die. I had a tremendous confidence that she would survive, but time was against her might. Medication, medication failed and my mother got abruptly chilly, her lips went blue. My dad was weeping and I was simply gazing at her and praying for her to wake up. She didn't react. My mother always answers, when I used to wake her after a nightmare. She was always present to hear my voice, but not on that day. Soul of death grabbed my mum's spirit and she is not here anymore. My tears stung my eyes and Madame Helen didn't let me for a second she was with me "No one gets it out of here alive." Madame Helen held me, tears in her eyes, and murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I could sense the purest love that was given to me that day, and she then requested me to accompany her to my mother's house to kiss her. I was terrified, and I had no idea why, but that was the sensation I was experiencing. I kissed my mother on the cheek. It was the final time I saw her face before she passed away. The doctor placed a face mask over hers and expressed his regret for what had happened.

Thunder and rain poured down on the castle that night, and there was complete darkness in every chamber. I was about to seal the door to my room when I saw Mr. Philip and Madame Helen carrying coverings to my mother's bed. It was unmistakably done to protect her. I couldn't sleep till the wee hours of the morning that night. When I awoke and walked to my mother's room, I opened the door with a serene expression on my face. I yanked the blanket away from her face and pleaded with her to wake up. Her torso was ice cold. At that point, everyone was fast asleep in the room. It is now time for me to go to my room till the morning. People flocked to our castle in order to find solace. My final sighting of, or I should say my last moment with, my mother was when they removed her from her chamber, her arms flailing.

Madame Helen was standing alongside me, holding my arm in hers. She assured me that she would never leave me alone and that she would be there for me at all times. For a little while, I had the impression that life would be OK; it wouldn't be as amazing as it had been, but it wouldn't be too bad either. I recall the depressing supper I had when I was unable to eat my favourite cuisine, which Madame Helene had always made for me. I glanced at our white cat, who was similarly dejected; my mother had been feeding and playing with him all the while. It wasn't until Mr. Philip informed me one day that I really looked like her that she began to refer to me as the princess. The days were quite tranquil, sorrowful, but devoid of any difficulties. I was seven years old, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing sight of my mother. Madame Helene, on the other hand, was always there for me; she insisted on staying by my bed until I fell asleep so that I could eat and read my books. At times, she was quite close to my mother and a friend of hers. Because my mother is not that haughty lady, despite the fact that she is really affluent and comes from a wealthy background, she raised me in a very positive manner.

Life and death go hand in hand. We're all going to be affected by this. However, it doesn't make it any simpler to cope with or comprehend. When someone close to you dies, it's understandable to search for ways to deal with the loss. We're looking for methods to make things a little bit simpler, as well as a little bit of empathy. So I tried to adapt with the sad fact that happened in my life. I tried to love my life in a very normal way. I thought that it will continue and I will be fine. I never thought that hell was waiting for my mum's death so it will enter our castle.

Few months later, I was playing in the garden like I always did with my cat. I looked at the big door of the castle to see my father's car coming toward the garage. I wondered what was happening there. I asked Madame Helene but she didn't know at first sight, so she tried to talk with Mr. Philip and he told her something in her ear. Something he didn't want me to know.

Madame Helen went to the kitchen to prepare my dad's coffee, when he passed beside me without talking to me. He wasn't happy to see me, and I felt it. He shouted at Madame Helene" you have to tell her, do your job Madame!" I heard his shouting and I was scared. Madame Helene told me to wait for her in my room and so I did. She came to my room to tell me that my father decided to bring his new wife to the castle. It was shocking for me but not too much, I didn't understand what adults like to do. I thought he will bring a woman that will take care of me, but the future will bring me only bad things. I accepted the truth, actually I didn't have a choice, because from that moment my father will never take me into his consideration. It's true when people say that the disappointment that children experience from their parents, especially stepparents, may be difficult for them to cope with. They don't live up to the promise they made in their youth. Life was about to be the darkest experience that I will see. I was doomed in hell forever. No light even if I try to turn on the light it will be feckless. Life was never fair, but people made it worse.

My stepmother came one day with her two kids Laura and Linda, when I was happy to see two girls close to my age, so I will play with them. My stepmother Cora is a wealthy woman. The first day when she met me she hugged me and told me that I will be like Linda and Luna.

"Madame Helene! My husband had already told me about you. I'm so happy to see you." My stepmother told Madame Helene.

"So glad to see you mam." Madame Helen kindly replied but she wasn't happy. She had her own worries.

I'm used now to get adapted to this situation since I had two sisters. I took them with me to the garden to show them my cat. They were always questioning if I will stay in the castle, and I was strangely replying" I will never leave this mansion. It's my home." But Linda told me once that someday I will have to leave it. I thought she was laughing at me, I never thought that she was telling the truth.

My stepmother was very kind to me. She dressed me like her daughters, she was talking with me about my mother and how beautiful I'm, and she was even shouting at her kids if they did something bad to me. I thought that she loved me. I had faith and a big love towards her. She replaced my mum for a few moments. Madame Helene wasn't happy, and she was always thinking and wondering, she took hours and hours thinking. I didn't know why but then the truth started to come out.

Two-faced people are hypocrites and dishonest individuals who continually put on a mask in order to achieve their own selfish objectives. They put on "one face" at one point and another at another, and they are liars in both instances. They never tell the truth to a friend, coworker, or in personal interactions.

They may pretend to be your friend while you are present, yet they may talk ill of you behind your back while you are not around. They are filled with negative emotions such as greed, jealousy, and hatred for people around them, and as a result, they leave no opportunity to break your trust in order to pursue their aspirations whenever they get the opportunity.

Due to the toxic nature of these fraudulent persons, you should exercise extra caution when contemplating someone as a real friend in your life. They use artificial smiles and emotions to gain your trust, but as you turn your back on them, their true colours are shown.

My stepmother, who was so kind to me, started to be arrogant and hard on me. Even my father was like her. I believed once that he is my protector and he will always be by my side, but he never loved me. He was just carrying about Laura and Linda. Cora was very hard on me even though she shouted once at Madame Helene when she saw her asking me about what to prepare for me for dinner.

Her true face shined and I know that hell is inside our castle, and no one will save me. The flaw of the hypocrite is that he is a lie to himself. Hypocrisy is the vice of vices as integrity may continue under the guise of all other vices except for this one, making it a logical assumption. Only crime and the criminal put us face to face with the riddle of genuinely severe evil; yet, only the hypocrite is completely rotten from the inside out.

I despised her much too much, and my father was the source of all the evil in the family. He was like the devil, which didn't care about me at all. I'm his daughter, and I'm meant to live like a queen, just like I used to do when I was younger. When I arrived at the castle, it was too late since the snake had become very clever and had spread her wickedness across the whole castle. The lamps had been out, and the castle was filled with hatred, wrath, and the foul odour of cruelties.

Life started to become miserable for me, when my stepmother showed her true face and told me how much she hates me. I was eight years old. How can I know that people could be so dark like that?