𝐛ðĒ𝐭𝐭𝐞ðŦ 𝐎𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭.

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𝐛ðĒ𝐭𝐭𝐞ðŦ 𝐎𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭. - ðĐ𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟏.

ðĐðŦðĻðĨðĻ𝐠ðŪ𝐞.

"Wake up, Miss Blair! You're going to be late for school!" My attention was drawn back to reality by a deep masculine voice. I leaned against the headboard, sweat beads dripped down my brow, and the saltiness reached my mouth; I wiped my lips with the back of my palm to remove the revolting taste. "Miss Blair?"

I realised I was breathing too quickly, so I followed my inner voice's advice and took slow breaths. A harmonising voice shattered the silence after many minutes of copying my motion.

"Did you have the same nightmare?" He inquired, as if he already knew what I had just dreamed of. Colin, my butler, was standing right in front of me.

It was pointless to deny the obvious, so I nodded slowly, shifting my gaze away from his sky blue eyes in the hopes that he wouldn't question me any further.

"Perhaps you should schedule a meeting with Doctor Torres. You haven't been to treatment in almost a year, and she made you pledge to return if the nightmare recurs."

I saw myself sitting in a box-like environment surrounded by colourful posters advocating 'positivity,' repeating the same story over and over. I shook my head vehemently, expressing my displeasure with the situation. Don't get me wrong: Doctor Torres was a fantastic listener who provided excellent counsel, and she was also extremely sincere... but the problem was that she was just too skilled at her job and it made me nervous.

But I have to admit, out of all the therapists I've had over the years, she was by far the best... simply because she was young and could understand where I was coming from most of the time.

"Blair, all I want for you is the best-"

"Then don't call her!" I blurted before swiftly correcting myself while wearing an indifferent mask and waving my hand dismissively. "What I intended was, don't waste her time. This dream was a one-off."

I didn't think it was appropriate to discuss the same situation. All I wanted to do was forget about them.

"I won't call her if that's what you believe is best for you." Colin reassures me, and I replied with a smile since I don't feel like I have the energy to speak. "Now, Miss Blair just get ready for school and I will tell Marisol to present you food in 20 whilst I prepare the car." He tells whilst exiting my room and making his way downstairs.

I contemplate what just happened for a few minutes before taking a deep sigh, hoping for a good day at school, which I have less 15 minutes to get ready.

Right now, a nice hot shower would be wonderful, but due to my busy schedule, it isn't possible as of this morning. But when I get back from school, I'll make sure I have one.

Pulling myself out of bed and heading straight to the section where I had hung my uniform the night before.

Goosebumps coated my tanned skin as I stripped out of my silk pyjama set, as nothing can compare to the ice-cold temps we've been experiencing.

I snatched the grey skirt from the silver hook and unzipped it before dragging it up my legs and over my big hips, laying it on my waist. Before attaching the button above the zipper, I yanked it up. After that, I took the white long-sleeved button-up shirt off the rack and slipped my arms through the openings before buttoning it up and sliding it into my skirt.

Before heading over to my set of drawers, I put on my grey blazer and the school clip-on tie and I pulled out my grey knee-high socks and put them on. Finally, I put my feet into my black faux platform heels, which occasionally hurt my feet but I refuse to wear anything else to school.

I stepped out of my room and into my en-suite, brushing my teeth and releasing my bladder before applying a generous amount of mascara and a layer of clear lip gloss on the white vanity. Not to mention masking my dark circles with concealer under my eyes and contouring my face with bronzer. I inserted my curler into the outlet after combing my naturally straight hair and waited a minute for it to get hot enough to curl the ends of my hair.

After getting ready, I made my way down the stairs to the dining room. "Your breakfast, Miss Blair." Marisol informs me, pointing to the plate that holds two French toast with Nutella and strawberries, and a glass of ice cold water.

"That's not an ideal breakfast to give a 17-year-old girl, Marisol." My father disses the breakfast to the cook, whilst looking at his shakshousha.

"I'm sorry sir, it's just Miss Bl-"

"I told her to make me this. As long as it fulfils my hunger then it doesn't regard you." I cut off Marisol, she doesn't need to get into this conversation with my father... if he wasn't to focused on work then he would probably know that I have a sweet tooth.

"I just want a healthy daughter." He says, giving me a stern look.

"What is not healthy about this?" I say to my father who is at the end of the table, getting annoyed at me.

"The amount of artificial sugar you are taking in is disgusting and-"

"I've got strawberries." I argue back, raising my eyebrows.

"Listen Blair, I do not want to start an argument. If you will, just eat in silence." He rolls his eyes, before straightening his suit as his new girlfriend, Kathleen, who by the way is a snobby little whore-.

After that, not a word was spoken from any of us. Father kissed Kathleen on the forehead before leaving us two alone in the spacious dining room. I find it a bit rude how he didn't kiss me goodbye, but maybe I just got on his nerves too much.

"Miss Blair, are you ready to leave?" Colin asks me politely. "We've got 10 minutes to make it on time." He informs me whilst staring at his very old black leathered watch. The leather is probably fake.

"Yes, I will be in the car in a minute." I nod him off whilst beginning to rinse my mouth off water to get rid of any excess food surrounding my gums.

I make my way to car, leaving the poor cow (Kathleen) by herself. You might be confused on why I envy her so much when she barely speaks to me.

Let's go back a few chapters.

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summer's note:

omg, that's the prologue done and dusted!

do you like it? yes, no, maybe so.

feel free to leave me some storyline ideas, maybe one day i will use your suggestion!

1123 words - 23:11pm - 02/02/22


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