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Date Posted: 21:48:07 03/16/06 Thu
Author: Mairah Roderick
Subject:
I'm a survivor


It was a little ridiculous, this whole situation if you asked her. All she had wanted was a week in the states, some shopping in New York City and then hitting the coast for some fun in the sun with friends. It had taken a long time to convince her mother to let her go - she was still shaken up after her fathers murder but of course, she was too - but the vacation had been needed. She needed to just get away from the manor, the memories that haunted her of her father standing there and then sinking to the floor in a pool of blood, the men in black laughing and calling for her...it haunted her. She hadn't been able to sleep for weeks though she worked hard at always smiling and maintaining her public appearance of being the golden girl of Scotland. Inside though, she was a haunted, scarred girl who was bitter with anger and a seething rage. She had loved her father, he was her hero and he had been so coldly shot down in their own home...it was enough to screw up any girl but she was strong and proud and determined not to let these bastards get the best of her. Anyways, when she had been out having fun with her friends, she had made the dumb mistake of running up to the bathrooms by herself and the next thing she remembered was waking up here. That was about three days ago and she was about to go crazy. She had refused to eat anything they gave her out of pride and bitterness, she wouldn't touch any of the food and had only drank some water here and there, it was starting to show, she was feeling physically tired and emotionally drained. At the moment she was laying on her stomach on the hard bed provided for her, her arms folded and her head resting on them as she took slow even breaths and tried - yet again - to formulate a plan to get out of there. She had been accused of a lot by these men, teased and taunted though as of yet not touched which she was amazingly grateful for. Of course, she had heard the usual accusations of 'witch' due to her eyes - one dark brown and one bright blue - which she had heard her whole life. Scotland was a country buried in superstitions and even though they had a modern civilization it didn't stop the old timers from whispering about her. She knew that the younger men - even some of the older ones- were intrigued by her looks, her golden hair and tan, sparkling eyes (no matter their uniqueness) and bright smile and she played on that occasionally, she enjoyed the attention, there was no doubt about that. A low breath escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, feeling the ache in her body and bones from hunger and exhaustion...the men wouldn't tell her anything about their plans for her, wouldn't tell her anything there was to know about why she here and why they had her. She was in line for the throne, yes, but if this was a conspiracy of getting to the crown they had to take out Gavin and Gavrael and it ached her to think of her Uncle and cousin being injured or dead. Swallowing, she squeezed her eyes shut and just prayed that this would all be over soon, she wasn't sure how much longer she could be strong. Her tongue ran over her lips as she let out a soft breath and thought back to happier times full of playing on the heather hills, horseback riding, playing with the lambs...if she could just focus on that then she could handle it, she was sure of it. She was a strong woman and could handle anything they threw at her.

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