Katrina

Alright... So it's been a little while since I  last posted on here...

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.

 At this point Katrina realized that this wasn’t a rescue for her. This was just more evil people wanting to use her. So when the man roughly began dragging her out the door, she started kicking and screaming. She just wanted all of this to be over, all of her pain to end.

            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.