Post by Charlotte Lenora Dodgson on Dec 8, 2011 5:01:01 GMT
Lottie's father had dragged her out of the bed kicking and screaming that cold December morning. He only gave her enough time to shimmy into some clothes (a favorite black corset, a skirt, and some boots), grab her necklace, and fix her hair a bit before she was thrown into the carriage. She didn't mind, though, because she figured that it was some sort of early birthday surprise, since there were only five more days until she turned twenty.
The pair sat in silence the entire ride. Bored, Lottie pulled the curtain back a little bit to see where they were going. A large, castle-like fortress loomed into view. She yanked the curtain shut quickly. Everybody knew what kind of place that was, and she didn't even want to look at it. The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. She hoped they'd pass it soon. She didn't like being anywhere near it.
"We're not just passing by it, Charlotte," her father said. He smirked. "Say hello to your new home."
"An... Asylum?" Lottie sighed.
Nobody believed anything she said. Her fiancé, Rupert, had allowed his twin brother, James, to rape her. Her father beat her constantly when he heard that she had told someone that. He called her a liar, and hoped that by beating her, he'd change her story some. Her mother called her all sorts of terrible names. The stories were true, though! It was all true! But nobody would believe any of it.
"All of your lies are about to be silenced," he said. "For good."
The carriage jerked to a stop, and Lottie was dragged just inside the gate and handed a letter. Just as her father stepped outside the gate, it swung on its hinges and slammed shut. Charlotte fell to her knees, sobbing and shaking the bars, screaming. Finally, she gave up hope. There was no use fighting it. Her twentieth birthday would be spent in this asylum.
The pair sat in silence the entire ride. Bored, Lottie pulled the curtain back a little bit to see where they were going. A large, castle-like fortress loomed into view. She yanked the curtain shut quickly. Everybody knew what kind of place that was, and she didn't even want to look at it. The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. She hoped they'd pass it soon. She didn't like being anywhere near it.
"We're not just passing by it, Charlotte," her father said. He smirked. "Say hello to your new home."
"An... Asylum?" Lottie sighed.
Nobody believed anything she said. Her fiancé, Rupert, had allowed his twin brother, James, to rape her. Her father beat her constantly when he heard that she had told someone that. He called her a liar, and hoped that by beating her, he'd change her story some. Her mother called her all sorts of terrible names. The stories were true, though! It was all true! But nobody would believe any of it.
"All of your lies are about to be silenced," he said. "For good."
The carriage jerked to a stop, and Lottie was dragged just inside the gate and handed a letter. Just as her father stepped outside the gate, it swung on its hinges and slammed shut. Charlotte fell to her knees, sobbing and shaking the bars, screaming. Finally, she gave up hope. There was no use fighting it. Her twentieth birthday would be spent in this asylum.
