Bryin: A little while? You decided to completely ignore my fan page!
Bryin... First of all, this isn't your fan page, and second of all... Did you not read the title of this post? It says Katrina, not Bryin, so why are you even here?
Bryin: You know, I think I'm gonna go find a different person to be my author. You're no fun...
Whatever Bryin. Do whatever you want. I need to get back to my blog post.
Anyways, sorry for taking so long to get back to this. My excuse can't be that I was busy, but more that I was lazy and couldn't think of anything to post. But now I decided I want to post a little about Katrina. I have a picture that I drew the other night to procrastinate writing about her, so I'll show that first...
I don't know how well it turned out, but I like it! I know usually I show an interview whenever I'm introducing a character, but I think I'll post a short story about her instead. Hope you like it! This is the first part, and I'll post the other parts later!
Katrina curled up on
her makeshift bed of hay. She was cold and tired, but she knew no one cared. No
one around her cared about anyone but themselves, otherwise they would stop
using her.
Upstairs she could hear
the usual nighttime sounds of partying going on. Although that party always
sounded like an angry mob of people ransacking the house to her. Those noises
didn’t necessarily keep her awake, but they didn’t make it any easier to rest
either. Not that Katrina was eager to sleep, she actually hated it. Too many
haunting dreams of terrible things that other people had done. So whenever she
could, whenever she was able to, she tried to clear her mind because she would
much rather think of absolutely nothing.
Finally, after two
hours of lying there, Katrina fell into a dreamless sleep. That didn’t last
long though. She must have been asleep for fifteen minutes when she heard a
voice calling her name. She knew that voice, it was her mother.
Hearing her mom made
Katrina fall deeper into the darkness, hoping that her mom would be kind enough
to wait until later. But that hope was shattered when she felt a sharp sting on
her face.
Katrina jerked up after
her mother slapped her in the face, and even before she was fully awake,
Katrina was kneeling at her mother’s feet.
“S-sorry mommy…”
Katrina said, holding her cheek with both hands. “I-I was just tired…”
“Stop sniveling,” her
mother said coldly. “I need you to perform for me and your father.”
Katrina nodded, already
coming to the conclusion of what her mother wanted. She knew the drill, having
gone through the same thing over and over since she could talk.
When her father stomped
down stairs, Katrina jumped up and stood in front of her parents.
“D-do… Do I hafta?”
Katrina asked with pleading eyes. “It really hurts…” she mumbled as she lowered
her gaze to the ground.
“You brat!” her mother exclaimed standing up.
“How dare you question us? You better start now, or I will make you regret it!”
Katrina flinched
and bit her lip.
“S-s-sorry…” She
apologized as she tried to hold in her tears. “I’m s-s-sorry—“
“Just sing!” Her mother shrieked at her.
Scared, Katrina
began to sing without hesitation. Her voice was light, sweet, and bell like. As
she sang a warm stillness came into the air, almost as if something was absorbing
all the bad things in the world and placing them somewhere else.
Toward the end
of her song, Katrina could feel her parent’s grief, troubles, regrets, and
pains all being drawn from them and forced inside her. There was a burning
feeling through-out her whole body and suddenly she stopped singing and
collapsed onto the ground. The pain coursing through her was indescribable.
Katrina watched
through her tears as her angry parents stood up and marched towards her.
“Keep singing,”
her father said, glaring at her. “You were almost finished. Now. Keep. Singing.”
Katrina tried to
stand up, not wanting to face her parent’s wrath, but found she couldn’t. So,
instead, she curled up and waited for more pain to come.
She cried out as
her father kicked her as hard as he could, and she fully expected more blows
like that to follow, only they didn’t.
Her parents were
suddenly distracted by a noise outside and they both whirled around to face the
stairs.
“Well, well,
well.” A man said, marching in with a dozen knights. “What do we have here?”
“None or your
business!” Katrina’s mom exclaimed. “I don’t know who you are, but you can just
take you and your knights and leave!”
“That’s exactly
what I plan on doing,” the man said, “just as soon as I have what I came here
for.”
“Oh, no.”
Katrina’s mother said crossing her arms and moving to step in front of Katrina.
“She’s ours and you can’t have her.”
“What would you
say if we were willing to pay for the girl?” the man asked, nodding to one of
his men who then proceeded to bring out bags of coins.
Katrina’s mother
started to protest, but then she paused and glanced at her husband. They shared
a look of understanding, and she turned back to glare at the man.
“Just how badly
do you want her?” she asked, wondering how far he was willing to go. “How much
money are you prepared to hand over?”
The man rolled
his eyes and gestured to his men to bring out more bags. When they had brought
out around twenty bags of coins, the man turned to the couple and saw that
their greed would be satisfied with that amount.
“So I can take
the girl?” he asked, preparing to take her by force if her parents decided not
to cooperate.
“Sure,” Both
Katrina’s mother and father said at the same time. Their eyes were glued to
their new fortune and they had already forgotten about their daughter.
The man grinned
triumphantly and quickly strode over to where Katrina was still huddled up and
whimpering. He looked at her for a few seconds, then reached out and jerked her
up by her hair.
The
man didn’t seem surprised by Katrina’s struggled, more as annoyed. So, without
hesitation he picked Katrina up and slung her over his shoulder, then marched
out the door with his men. All Katrina could do was try unsuccessfully to
escape and wonder what would await her next.
