Aphrodite's Story - Once Upon A Broken Heart
"Buzz off, you annoying fly."
"Well if you're going to be like that-"
"You're acting worse than me."
"UGH! I can't win!"
Dusk stormed off, leaving the cold purple cat to herself once again.
That cat. That's me. Aphrodite is my name - Aphrodite La Glace.
I grew up unbeknownst to what love was. I come from a very wealthy background, you see. We had so much money, that I had been given a Golden card as a child. That card was basically one of my parent's many credit cards, granting me unlimited access to whatever I wanted.
Although, of course, the drawback to that is that many people would try to kidnap me. I had my own ninja squad near me at all times it was so bad.
You might argue; "Well Aphrodite, if your parents didn't love you, then they never would've had you, or given you said card."
Oh how wrong you are, I was an accident child. The only reason I wasn't aborted was the fact that they had to raise me to take over "The Family Buisness". The card that was given to me contained the only choices I was aloud to make for myself. Choices of money.
With no other choices for myself, no worries for the future, no worries about feelings, I can say I was actually a pretty content child. A spoiled brat is what I was, and I admit it bitterly.
There's nothing wrong with being spoilt, nothing at all. It just depends on a few conditions.
1) Your personality.
2) Your surroundings.
3) Your feelings.
My personality was the typical rich girl personality. Rude, demanding, bitchy...
And my surroundings consisted of everything I ever wanted, all to myself.
My feelings? Pft, I had none. "Feelings are a weakness, and that's why we had you. Because we were weak," my own Father told me.
And thus you can see why I was the bad type of spoilt. I still adored my father regardless though, for as a child, I was blind to what was really going on.
But that all changed one dark and cloudy night. I was about eight years old. My parents had just gone off to go to another party. You can see where this is going.
Even though they took their guards with them, one of our biggest enemies sent a top assassin after them. They were wasted too much, and so they died.
I was left at home with my caretaker, although as soon as the news of my parents assassination got to the household, well, everybody just up and left. Everybody left me, all on my own. I was too young to understand where they'd gone, and I thought they would all come back, just like my parents would. But no-body came for the tiny kit who played with her toys. Those same toys were taken off me a day later.
My aunt had come to take me under her large, feathery wing.
Yes, my aunt had wings, problem? I have sky-foxes in my family tree, didn't you know?
Anyways, to say the least, my aunt was a bitch. She took everything away from me. My toys, my beloved plushie, my games, the food I liked...everything but the Golden card she didn't know I had in the first place.
She taught me discipline, and if I didn't do whatever she said, I would be beaten. Oh yes, I had to eat all of my distasteful vegetables. How revolting it was.
At this time, I started getting wierd headaches, and i'd feel pretty dizzy. Of course, my Aunty didn't believe me when I told her.
She sent me to school, amongst other rich kids, to teach me the proper adequite way to behave. Soon enough I had my own "gang", if you could call it that. Truth is, none of them were my friends - they only stuck by me because I was far richer than they were. But during my extremely long time in school, I had my eye on a fabulous boy. He was gracious, charming, funny...and he spoiled me rotten when we started dating.
Needless to say, I loved him. I loved him with all my heart and soul...
People said that I softened aroud him, and life back home became bearable once again. I had never felt so alive.
But then, wierd things started happening to me. These headaches developed into something...something unnerving. I started to see things, visions, if you will. I had a vision about my boyfriend, breaking my heart, and leaving me shattered.
Did I believe the visions? Obviously not! I thought I had eaten something bad, or that I was coming down with the flu or something. I never realised the truth, I never had done.
That was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life.
About a week later, said boyfriend was putting on a performance as he was a prestigious member of our school band. At the end of the performance, he motioned to me to come onto the stage with him.
I was honoured - I shouldn't have been. I just thought he was going to tell everybody how in love with me he was, however, he did exactly the opposite. He dumped me right there and then, in the cruelest way you could imagine.
My reputation was shattered. My heart was broken. What did I have left that was worth living for? I was the school laughing stock!
Would you have done what I did next?
I ran away. I was too afraid to face death, so I ran away from it like a coward, ran away from everything I knew. My world had crumbled and shattered at my feet. It seemed like the only logical choice at the time.
But if I learned one decent thing from school, it was that I had to keep my true identity hidden. Otherwise, assasins and rapists would recognise me instantly.
So I drew out some money using my gold card a week before I left. If people far away recognised that card, then my whole cover would be blown, therefore I could not use it on my journey. Not even if I was desperate.
My "journey" wasn't even that special. I know that you're dying to know what happened to me, but I can tell you that not much did (I had another vision though). I didn't get far since I was kidnapped almost straight away. Go figure.
The rest after that is a blurr. I can't remember what they did to me as I was put to sleep oftenly with a tranquiliser. If I was asleep I couldn't scream, then no-one would find out where I was and I wouldn't be rescued.
However, somebody did find me. I don't know how she found me, or why she saved me, but she did. I owe my life to that girl; Dusky Peculiar.
Dusk can certainly be a pain most of the time..but...
I can safely say that although she may not think of me the same way, I am happy to call her my best friend, or even my sister. She is my Hero(ine).
I have had many visions in-between my youth and now. I have seen many things before they have occured.
Right now, this is my only vision of the past. And it isn't a vision in a way that the others were...
I have made some wonderful friends, and of course, I would re-live my life differently if given the choice. But right now is the first time I have ever felt truly...content with life.
Dearest journal, I shall leave you now. I must appologise to my best friend for acting so cruel earlier. Thank you for allowing me to write my deepest thoughts down without telling a soul.
This is Aphrodite, signing off her first journal entry.
P.S. Journal, you were Dusk's idea, did you guess that already?