Twilight Woods

Run. The only thing you can do, when everything seems lost.



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3. Deciding

 

A few months passed, in preparation of the wedding. In the time it took, I had turned seventeen.

Finally the day came. I was dressed in a simple white dress, with three-quarter length sleeves, patterns on them in thin white string. The dress went just below my knees, the bottom of it laced with beautiful white silk. The tips of my dark hair had been curled, and on my head was a long white veil. The bouquet in my hand was filled with white lilies, paired with small baby breath flowers. My mother looked at me, a smile spreading across her lips. For the first time in my life, my mother seemed proud of me. It disgusted me, what I had to do, for her to embrace me. She reached out her arms and reluctantly I gave her a hug.  

The doors of the church opened in front of me, and the peaceful wedding song, played by the organ, rang out in the silence. The seated guests stood up, all their eyes pointed at me, not on my father. I was glad he held my hand as we walked down the aisle. I was so nervous. I didn’t want to do this. The rest of the ceremony was a blur, but something clicked in my head as the priest said;

“….you take Mr. Russell Hammond as your lawfully wedded husband?” Everyone looked at me expactantly. I started hyperventilating. I had to make a decision.

“No.” I barely heard the gasp of the crowd as I ran toward the door. I threw the bouquet and ripped off the veil. My high heeled shoes, clicked each time I set foot on the marble floor. I stopped, took them off, and left them behind. Just like I did my family, Mr. Hammond and my old life.

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