Obedience

Silence

Manners

Perfection

These simply yet powerful words have ruled my entire life since I was a child. Follow these guidelines and the rules and remain unpunished. Become perfection, everything that they could have ever wanted and that will become happiness.

Don't ever show emotion.

Speak only when spoken to.

Don't ever cry.

Always be elegant, ladylike, and perfect.

Don't ever think.

Don't ever feel.

Don't ever cry.

Lock away any and all thoughts, hopes, dreams, wants, and wishes.

Be silent.

Hide your feelings, they matter to no one.

Become prefect.

And no matter what, you must never cry.

Over the last sixteen years, I have become the prefect lady, the prefect daughter. Empty, unfeeling, cold, silent, dead, I am perfection in the eyes of my parents and society.

I am a moving doll, beautiful in every respect. My rich, thick mahogany hair falls to my hips, a shimmering river of waves and curls, my eyes, a royal, deep amethyst. My skin is pale, perfect, light freckles kissed my high cheeks while my lips are full and sensual.

My life is a whirlwind of charm school, tutoring, tea parties, dinner parties, operas and plays. I watch, with dull, impassionate eyes, as theses events flow past, none impressionable, none important just as boring and bland as the people who attend them.

But in the deepest and most hidden depths of my soul I have hidden my most precious and secret belonging, a yearning, that has begun to grow more potent. I wish to be free from the perfection of my world, I dream of mistakes without punishment, of choices and freewill.

Freedom, how my soul cries for you. Yet, I have to silence such a cry, it's improper and unladylike. I should be grateful of this privileged life I led. I should be grateful of its strict patterns and routines. I should be grateful of its perfection.

Obedience

Silence

Manners

Perfection

These simply yet powerful words have ruled my entire life since I was a child. Follow these guidelines and the rules and remain unpunished. Become perfection, everything that they could have ever wanted and that will become happiness.

But these are the words that have stolen my freedom, have bound me to a life that I detest, are killing my soul. These four ugly, vile, foul, words and one simple rule:

You must never, ever cry.

Carina Von Trent