Daughter of the Phantomhives

Darkness.

That's what I see.

Tears.

They stung my eyes.

Cold.

It whipped itself around my bare legs and arms.

Rope.

It was tied tightly around my wrists and ankles.

Mother.

She wasn't here to make me smile.

Always smile Arabella.

She would always tell me that.

But I can't smile.

Father.

He wasn't here to make it into a game.

Life is a game Ara. You must figure out how to play and win.

I remember those words.

But it isn't a game.

I want to go home.

Everything hurts.

I heard men talking.

They plan on selling me.

As a sex slave.

But I don't know what that is.

I want to be home.

I want to smell the burning smoke that comes from the kitchen.

I want to hear the crashing of plates in the dinning room.

I want to have tea with Tanaka.

I want to help Finny with the garden and laugh as he accutally pulls out a tree.

I want to see Pluto transform in to a dog and ride him as he tries to catch Sebastian.

I want Sebastian to be my teacher again so I can try and sneak away only to get caught.

I want to play chess with father, almost beating him.

I want to dance around with mother for no good reason.

But all I see is darkness.

All I hear is silence.

All I smell is mold.

All I feel is cold.