• TO WRIGHT A WRONG
    This is not a story of fiction about a lovers quarell. This is a story of truth, real pain, pain I felt that crushed me into pieces of pain. My name is juin. I was once the body guard to a king, who you will learn about in the folling story. But let me start
    It started when ‘they’ came, ‘they’ as in the king and queen. “hello,juin, I have a request of you, I want you to be a poet at the royal banquet” the queen said as she came into my apartement while I was playing my violen and thinking about what to write my next poem “ what do you want” I said as she took a step closer, the king answered this time “ I want you too say one of your poems at the banquet, I here you are quit good, it is dedicated to our son the former king, I don’t think I need to remind you that we still rule you” I then said in an angry but calm tone “ you never ruled me, I was ruled by D and him only” then the king frowned and the queen answered with sharpness but rage in her voice “ you call our son by his rightful name, not some peasent nick name” then I Ignored her for a few seconds thinking that if I kept quie long enough then she would leave, but then I remembered how the queen was after D died and I responded in the politised tone I could manage “ I want you to leagy, I will not say a single poem in those ears of yours, I would make my own peoms rotten by having them go through your ears” then I was suddenly attacted by the kings and queens personal guards, I got them off of me and grabbed my sword but before I could attack, one of the guards hit me with a needle, I fell, went cold, thought death was coming, finally peace I thought, I can get away. I was wrong, I awoke in a celler, it was the kings and queens special celler for people they wanted to keep trapped but not dead or severly injured.I looked around and found that my violen was there, it was broken but I could fix that,there was also a pen and an piece of paper which I later found to be quit useful. The cellar was dark but warm, I had been to this place only once before when someone tried to take over the kingdom and we had put them there, it was only now when I realised with the blood stains from throwing me into the cell that it was really quit small. I’m not very big but I’m very skiny, so I hurt myself more when they threw me in, no broken bones just a lot of pain but I had dealt with worse in my life, well more about that later, but I had lost a lot of blood and it had clearly been bandaged up quit badly, so I went in and out of consciousness, when I finally got into consciousness for another time, my eyes were blurry and all I could tell was that the place was not the cell anymore and that I was lying on my stomach, someone threw water on me. It was ice cold I wanted to attack but was in too much shock, hmm to think that the former kings body guard has been shocked by ice water, nothing more. I guess I had gotten weaker since I quit the job. If your wondering why I quit it is because the former king died and his parents took over, and they hated me and I hated them so I quit. They wouldn’t of fired me, they hated me but they knew I was good at what I did. But anyway when they threw the ice water on me my eyes were forced to go back and focus. When they did I saw the king looking at me, I turned over and I groaned and wished I had been at what I called home, although it was no where near there. My true home was at the palace with D in charge, but as he was no longer alive, I had no true home and never would. But as I awoke the king stared at me from his seat and said “awake I see, how are you?, finally ready to write some poetry and speak for us” he said this as he tapped the top of my head as if to see if I was in proper response, I pushed his hand away and he frowned and said “ don’t treat your king like that” and then he kicked me as hard as he could and thanks to some new thing they invented he was able to push me all they way to the wall and hit it hard. I was bleeding on the back of my head and so he called in a nurse while sighing as if to suggest that it was my fault. The nurse helped me to lie on my back and lifted my head up and started to heal the wound as she did this she said “ hello juin” she said with a kind smile, I regognised that voice, it was the voice of one of my close friends while I was at the palace, she was forced to work for the new king and queen after D died, I wasn’t forced because ,as I said they hated me, so they didn’t care and they knew I wouldn’t properly protect them but they knew this nurse would help out anyone who she thought had an ounce of good in them. Her name was angelia.but anyway when I got hurt and as she helaed my wounds I was going unconscious again.but before I could she injected me with something and so I became in full consciousness. Then she smiled at me and for the first the first time in along time I smiled back. I used to like smiling, but I had changed and now I saw no reason to smile, I must say that although I saw no reason to smile I had reason to smile, I was a successful poet and I was good at playing violen but the thing that I needed to smile was not love from someone but simply care from someone. But anyway when I smiled she said “ long time no see juin, you know I haven’t see you in a while, actually ever since-” she said no more, she was too choked up too. But then the queen came in, and she said in a tone that made me feel like a bird begging for it’s freedom to fly “ why are you helping her nurse, she is not going to be helped unless she has chosen to do as I say or she is nearly-” I finished for her in a quite tone but just enough so they could all here “dead” “yes” said the for lack of a worse term queen, then to my amazement the nurse was suddenly crying, I gave a look of wonder and she saw through the reflection in her tears, she said in a sobering tone “ I won’t let you get that close to death, why don’t you fight back, it’s who you are, do you think D would be proud” then I said in a sly but kind tone “yes I do I am doing what I want now, I am not ruled by those people, you call king and queen, I am a poet-” the nurse interrupted “an alone poet, you always hated being alone didn’t you, or have you changed with that too” then I said nothing but the simple word “yes”. I was tired now, I hadn’t eaten in at least a day or two but I had no real comprehension of time, so as I was about to look at my watch I saw that it wasn’t there and then I angered and said “ where is, where is it you-” before I could finish I felt a stabbing pain in my chest and I fell although I was already on my knees now I was lying on the floor trying to force my head up, I saw feet move and come over and they looked bigger and bigger the closer they came, then the person knelt down and of course it was the king he was holding the watch I had. In case your wondering why the watch was so special to me it’s because I had bought that watch several years before, the very first day I had entered the palace and I had little money, the king D, prince at the time had given me money to buy a watch, he had said “ if you have no comprehension of time, then you should at least have comprehension of good style, go out and buy a watch then come back and show it to me, that is if you want” he smiled at me and I thought he was a nice man at the time but if I had known what was going to happen then I would have never returned to that palace, I would have never entered it in the first place. but I did. but anyway, the king said and I could only barely hear him “here, you may as well have this, you deserve little but if this will convince you in some way to write a poem, then I will strap this back on your arm” I couldn’t help but feel some genuine kindness or interest at least to me, so I said in a painful but tired tone “thank you” he then smiled the way D had when D had given me money to buy the watch. Then the pain I had, forced me into a paralizis and I no longer could move and so they called in some security guards who had once also been good friends of mine but who now went to protect the king and queen, I couldn’t help but feel some pain towards them. As they carried me to a ward private for the king and queens important people they smiled at me and I would have smiled back but I was in too much pain that I couldn‘t, I had only been to the ward once before when I got stabbed protecting the king D. it was also after that insident that I realised that the king was no longer my king. He was my comrade. this was shown to me when I lay down on the bed and the king had come in and he had said one simple thing to me “if you die then I will die, I longer want you to protect my body, I want you to protect my soul” I wish forever that he had never said that because that was the thing that made me love him. But as I lay in the ward for the second time while angelia had been working on my wounds. She was smiling and I was thinking how did I end up here again, I never wanted to be here again, I always wanted to be in my apartement, but at that moment I felt as if not only did I not want to be here, I had no right to be here, I had quit after D had died and I had left the people I called friends behind. So eventually I could no longer hold it in and I said with a choking voice “stop, I don’t want your help” it wasn’t that I didn’t want the help, I just didn’t deserve the help “I don’t need your help with these wounds I can fix them myself” Angelia then said with a sigh “ why are you always feeling so guilty about everything, you can’t heel these wounds so don’t even try” then she began to walk away but before she left she said “and I wouldn’t try to move either” I didn’t move. I wanted to think about how my life was before d died, but I couldn’t because it reminded me too much of his death. I spent my night repeating the scene in my head of how we were fighting and of how he smiled at me when he thought the battle was over, but then he suddenly gave a frown and so I frowned in wonder of why he was frowning, which I soon found out when I heard the movement of blood moving through the air and then watching the droplet of blood fall to the ground as it made a splash which seemed to contain a nightmare of death. And as I saw that droplet I didn’t even think he was going to die, I thought that we would get through it some how. That was until I saw him slowly fall to the ground and as this happened, I knew at that moment this would be his final battle, his final battle to fight the blood going from his body. as I held him I rocked him back and forth as we talked about how our lives would go on and about the life we would have. As I held him I tried to stop the bleeding and at the moment when I saw him in my arms, I looked into his green eyes and without a word they told me that he had lost his final battle and that he would never again have that feeling that not only he, but I loved, that feeling of pure triumph. I began to shed a tear as I thought about this and even now as I am sitting here at 12:31am, I am shedding tears. These are tears of regret not tears of sadness. But when I eventually fell asleep and I awoke with the pen and paper on my desk beside me. After an hour a servant came in to me with my breakfast, this servant was my sister. She used to be a chef for the king d , but now she no longer wished to cook for the king and queen as she had felt the same way I did except that she still wanted to live in the palace, unlike me, she saw it as her home. I envied her for having a home that I didn’t have. But as I lay there watching her as she made my breakfast. I thought how if this had been 5 years earlier then instead of cooking food for me as I lay there like a death sentence prisoner, she would be practicing what to make for king d’s birthday. but anyway I will continue.My sister was never much of a talker as she was quiet shy except to me, to me she would talk and talk until she finally saw that I had fallen asleep after trying to keep awake so I could listen to her speak. When I had fallen asleep I would then always wake up to find my breakfast for me beside my bed and a note from my sister saying something that always made me happy.my sisters name was Noel, she was the youngest after our brother died. Im sure your expecting me now to say that I raised her all by myself with no help at all. But I am not going to say that because it is not true. We were raised by our uncle as both our parents Margaret and Carlisle Bronte, and before you ask yes I am a distant relation to the Brontes. Our parents were killed when they tried to steal a loaf of bread from a bakery, note that I said tried. When they took the bread and ran out of that shop, the baker had pulled out a gun and shot 2 bullets, one through both our parents standing at the same point so as the baker could kill both our parents with the same bullet and the other bullet through our 4 year old brother watching the bullet go through our parents as it dragged blankets of there blood with it. I suppose to that world a loaf of bread was worth more than 3 peoples lives. That was why I left that world the world that hated us .not because of who we were but because of what we were.perhaps it may not have been different if I was rich mabe I would have been treated the same by the poor,oh well mabe ill never know.but as she did make my breakfast after she finished she finally spoke and say “ long time no see juin” as she said this I heard none of the sister I once knew. I wanted so much to grab her and say ‘ whats going on why are you acting like this, you used to be happy whats going on’. somehow I think she knew I was thinking this because she then answered “ I’m not the old me because of you, because I wish something, I wish you would come back, we miss you” I didn’t respond to this and so she screamed with tears running down her face “do you really think d would want this, you left us all alone juin, why? What did you think we would be better off that way, well your wrong” at this point she seemed to tired too speak and so she just sat and watched my eyes as I watched her eyes.she did say something as I was beginning to fall back to sleep. As she uttered these words I wanted her to rip my heart out there and then as she said the words “help me” then in fear she would leave I said “with what” to this she said “ I need your help to get you back” I looked down in sadness and said “I’m here aren’t I” I knew she didn’t mean it like that but it was easier to deny the truth than accept it.
    Of course she knew this and she screamed “you know what I mean, I mean I want the real you back rather than the person I see lying weak beside me like an ant beside a predator, you used to be able to be the predator and your still capable of that, you always were” I had to inturupt her here “ I was never the predator and you know that so what different am I now then I was then” she then said “ now your sad then you were happy” this was the last I wanted to here of her so I simply said “I’m not sad I’m dead” by this I meant that I was longer a person. I was simply a shell of a person. If I had said this to her before d’s death then she would have smacked me but now she simply looked down at the emptiness that was me now. So she simply walked away.I’m going to go to a flash back now. The day of d’s funeral. It was a short day filled with regret, regret that I could have done something. I was sadly the only one thinking that I could have done something … except for one. The one person I expected to feel more sympathy from than anyone else… D’s parents. You see D’s parents didn’t always hate me and part of me thinks that d’s dad still does like me. But unlike d they did hold great resentment towards people who crossed them, purposely or accidently. I had done wrong to them by not saving there son. I can still remember the moment that I knew d’s parents hated me. Hate as in they wish pain upon me and how true this is. His parents a uttered several words to me each just as painful as the others not just painful because d was dead, but because the people who I had once meant so much to, now I meant nothing to them.the words that they said were so painful I can only bearly write them down, so forgive me if my pain tears through these pages. D’s mother was the first to speak to me I expected this from her “YOU, juin what do you think you are doing here? Youre the reason d is dead and you’re the reason my life Is now nothing, to think I once loved you- here she spat at the ground in front of me and said “you are worse than the ground and dirt to me, you are nothing I wouldn’t let my weakest servant touch you, I will never forgive you just like d won’t ever forgive you” these were the words that I would never forget the words that would be repeated like a scratched cd in my head a thousand times, I would always try to destroy those words but they never would and this was the sole reason I hated the queen.she gave me the worst possible thing to ever give to a person ….regret. The reason the king disliked me was simply because I gave him regret. I know not of what regret, I know only of the regret that I gave him, so him I blame not for disliking me. Mabe I have no right to hate the queen, well I should rephrase this, I do not wish pain on the queen, but I wish she could pay the price I must for the pain she gave me. I should not wish for her to pay this price but as are all human, I am inperfect. Perhaps my inperfection makes me more human than most, perhaps the more imperfections people hold the more human we are.even now as I sit here and write I wonder looking at the scars that that day gave me, the wrinkles lines of wisdom, the lines of pain I hold, I wonder who was right me or them. But on with the story.as I was lying there I wanted to write a poem but I felt as if, if ii wrote in this place then the poem would not be mine it would belong here whether I wanted it to or not. But I lay there for 2 days and simply did the only things I could possibly do, think, which happened to be something I was never, well no that’s wrong its not that I was never good at it, it is that I never wanted to do it.but after the 2 days I was finally well enough to go,but for once I didn’t want to leave I wanted to stay, to fix it. I never realised how my own selfishness had effected so many people,I suppose that this made me realise something that If I had known of before I would have paid more attention to. It was that since I was cared for so much it ment that people happieness was put within my hand, within me.so I said to the king that I would write a poem on the condition that he would let me stay there for a while to this he said “why do you want to stay I though who hated this place, what are you up to” he said this in a tone that merely said he was mildly interested.thaen to this I said in a stuttering way “I want to stay to fix things I have done wrong, TO RIGHT THE WRONGS” he looked as if he didn’t believe me, but he didn’t care he simply gave a wave of uninterest and said “then go on with you, mere peasent that you are”then I left.

    I spent the next several days walking around the mansion wondering and thinking how to fix it, even now I wonder could I have fixed, I think so, but because of one person I never did fix it. That persons name theadoro he walked into the room to which I was now situated, a room called rasbuten house.he walked in with his dark eyes filled with hatred for the world and love for no one.he simply walked by me without even a glance and mabe he knew I would wonder about this everyone else would stare but he didn’t,as he walked pass he had a power to him which I never had seen,it was as if he was walking on water, not properly walking but gliding by.he had legs like a callop that had so much force to them that the dust on the floor seemed to rush away as though it feared he could hurt even it.when he moved to where his bed was to be across from me. He sat down and justlooked at me like I was something in a zoo just sitting there for his amusment I couldn. tmove for some reason then I thought about a legend once told to me by my father it said that there were these people with the ability to control movement it said that with there eyes alone they could make movement within people who were looking them straight in the eyes.his eyes were of blue but it was like behingd the blue eyes you could see something more almost like alight but one that was like the powere of the moons brighteness the way it gets its brightnes from the sun it was like he got his power from something I felt myself fade into the brightness but the further I got into the brightness the darker it became.and then I was gone andthen suddenly woke up I awoke on the floor with my sister there over me with something cool on my head like a wet towel.then I heard her say the words almost a whisper ”juin how are you feeling you collapsed"