Ginger Rose

Chapter One: The Way Things Are:

I grew up blind with innocence. I didn’t know any better about the outside world. I used to live in this village called St. Mary’s Promise. My father died when I was only two years old. I used not question what I was told. I just took it and that was it. That’s how everyone lived in the village. Blinded by their innocence.

Though I didn’t realize it at the time, but we were all dead. We were just merely corpses walking on invisible strings. Yet, we were all okay with this. I used to be the same way.

What caused me to change? The simplest thing ever for a girl my age: a boy. I know it sounds silly, but that is what happened. I smile every time I think about how we first met. This boy came from outside of our village. A wild man at heart. He had this strange charm around him that I could never understand to this very day. Once he had his hooks in me, he wouldn’t let go. I tried to resist, but to no avail. He just dragged me further into a dark place.

It was through this beautiful boy that I learned about the truth of this world. I saw the darkness’s heart beating, pounding its vile blood into human existence. He exposed me to the endless hunger of human desire. The closer we got, the more I saw the evil of my village. As I look back, I really wish that I hadn’t.

To say that because of what I know now that I wish that I had never met that beautiful boy is a lie. But now, I don’t know how to deal with what I have seen. My soul is scarred beyond repair now. I can’t go back and pretend life is the same as it always been. I know too much now. My mother can’t even face me now. Everyone in my village has thrown me into exile. In the end, I didn’t really win or lose. I just became a drift in a world that I wish that I could stop seeing now.

I shudder to think about those kids in the village playing in blood-soaked ground. I tried to warn them, but the village doesn’t listen to me anymore. They just walk dead on their invisible strings. Well, all but one of them does.

Old man Blue Manson holds the strings to everything. He is the great wise man of the village. At least, I used to believe that. Ever since that beautiful boy came along, I see Manson for what he really is. The others in the village refuse to believe me. I am, after all, an outcast. I just wish that I can see my mother again once more. I miss her smile. I miss her laugh. I miss her voice. I miss her touch. I miss her. I don’t want her marry that creep, Roger. But what can I do? She has closed me off just like everyone else.

Okay. I probably should back up with my story a bit. So, here is the beginning.