Misfortune of the Best Kind.

Part 2

Anna woke the next morning oddly refreshed. She knew that she was happy for some strange reason, but could not figure out why. She finished showering, put on her clothes, and began to make herself some breakfast. It was a beautiful day. The birds were out and a small breeze flew through her window every few seconds, making her gasp in delight.

Anna sat down, opened the news paper and looked at the headlines, “Boy Shoots Himself and Little Brother!” She was disgusted with the headline. ‘This shouldn’t be publicized like this. Can’t they at least let the family morn before doing this to them.’ Anna was never fond of journalists, they did nothing but cause her grief. ‘I will not think about that right now.’ She shook her head, threw the paper on the table and continued eating.

After she was done, she rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

‘So what is it that I have to do today? Need to go to the bakery, and I’m getting the new shipment of books today.’ Ready and set with all things in mind, Anna went on her way.

Walking down the dirt road, Anna basked in her surroundings. Trees covered either sides of the lane, giving it a feel of a fairytale. She has always been happy here. She was born here, spent her childhood here and would spend her adulthood as well. It did not bother her that she did not see the twinkling lights of Paris or the stifling deserts of Africa, she was happy with her fairyland world, even though it was anything but a fairyland.

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Anna did not feel emotions as some people felt them. The emotions were there, but they did not consume her like she saw them consume her parents and her grand-mother…and Christine.

Christine, Christine, she was everything to Anna once, but no longer. Besides…she was too good anyways, Christine, she deserved more, so much more.

‘Stop, stop, stop….stop thinking, it will suffocate you.’

She was confused for a moment. Where was she? Who was she?

Anna, she was Anna and she was fine. Perfectly fine. Even if the tears tried to say differently.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself not to fall. She fell so many times before, she was not going to fall again. She almost broke.
‘Anna have you forgotten? You do not feel. You live, but do not feel.’

‘I know. Just….I am fine.’

Anna smiled to herself, what else could she really do? Besides, she was fine. She was perfectly fine.

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In just another few minutes Anna found herself in the town. The town was created out of a child’s dream. The houses never reached more than three stories and were decorated in such a way that they looked as if they were made out of gingerbread and their windows and roofs frosted in icing.

The town was as the road, a fairytale image. Such innocents was portrayed in the streets, the shops and of course the fountain that dominated the town square. She could see, even now, children playing around it. It was beautiful.

She was one of those children once upon a time. She used to dip her fingers into the always cold water, and sip from her hands. She remembered holding out water for her father to drink, most of the water escaped her small hands, but her father still pretending as if there was a gallon in her hands, slaking his thirst.

She doesn’t morn her parents. They were wonderful parents, and whenever she thinks of them she remembers the good times, not their deaths. She still misses them, but remembering them does not cause her any pain...anymore.

‘So many memories today. Why today?’

Quickly Anna finished her chores in the town and signed the papers that would deliver her books. As she began walking down the street she noticed a crowd near the gates of The Romano. The Romano was a beautiful mansion that was built before the town itself was. It was said that a man built it for his fiancee. His fiancée was a beautiful Italian woman who was born in Rome and was said to have loved her homeland even more than her fiancé. Thus the man built it… that is, after he cut his fiancée’s throat for not loving him and he loved her.

The Romano stood on a hill overlooking the town for many centuries. It had been left alone for nearly three decades and everyone thought that it was going to be destroyed because no one lived in it for so long.

‘Well, it appears that it isn’t going to be destroyed after all, from the looks of the moving trucks.’

Anna decided that it wasn’t any of her concern and continued towards home. As she was about to take a turn she sew a big, black limousine driving towards her way. She stopped for a moment and looked into the windows of the limousine as it passed her, but could not see in for the heavily tinted windows obscured her view. For a second it felt as if someone was looking at her from inside.

“Someone probably was. It doesn’t matter. I should get going. I’m not feeling so well.” Anna whispered to herself. She continued home quickly forgetting about the limousine and The Romano.

Note from Author

I sincerely hope this was a bit better than the previous chapter. This chapter was more of an insight into Anna's mind. I wanted to introduce some new characters and a small peace of Anna's history, I believe this would make the story a bit more comprehendible. The next chapter will have more interactions with our "villain."