We Were Born To Lose
I Don't Know Why They Always Seem So Dismal, Thunderstorms, Clouds, Snow, And A Slight Drizzle
It was still raining when I left the Prince’s room but the thunder had gone. I wondered why he cared enough to hold me all night but I wasn’t complaining. I knew I had to go before Mom came to wake me up so I reluctantly left my Prince’s safe arms. I rushed down the stairs and into my room. About five seconds after I put my head on the pillow, Mom came in. The rest of the day was pretty normal but it rained all day so there was no training. I spent most of my free time that day with Alice, David, Cass, and Matt but when walking back to the Prince’s room with his basket of clean clothes, I bumped into one of the knights, Sir Dorien. He was very attractive. He had brown hair that was a bit longer than the Prince’s but it suited him. He had big brown eyes and a faint beard growing.
“Hey, Jack.” He smiled.
“H-hi.” I replied.
“Do you mind running to the kitchens and grabbing me something sweet? I would send David but he’s been caught too many times and the cook keeps an eye on him.” He laughed.
“No problem Sire.” I smiled.
“Thanks. Just bring it to my room. It’s the second door in the hallway that leads to yours and Alexander’s room.”
“Got it.” I smiled. I brought the Prince’s laundry to his room and folded it and put it in his wardrobe. After that, I snuck a pastry out of the kitchens and got it into Sir Dorian’s room on his bedside table. I spent the rest of my day in the library. I was getting better at reading and was recognizing more words and figuring out what they mean based on their root word. The rain was pounding and I saw a flash of lightning, no big deal, lightning had been going on all day but it wasn’t till I heard shouting that I figured something was wrong. I ran outside and up to my master who was barking orders.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The fucking stable is on fire.” He said, handing me a bucket of water and grabbing one himself and we ran to the stable. The horses were neighing, rearing, and bucking in fright. I emptied my bucket of water, extinguishing part of the blaze and then decided to put my efforts into getting the horses out. Most of them had been saved, only three remained. Two of them were Carmer and Sieder. I ran inside and grabbed three halters and lead ropes and attached them to the three horses.
“JACK GET THE FUCK OUT LEAVE THEM!” I could hear the Prince yelling but I wouldn’t. The smoke was rising making my eyes and throat sting as I coughed. The wood was creaking and everything was on fire. I knew it wouldn’t be long before it came down. I was leading them all out when a burning rafter fell from the ceiling. Carmer and the other jumped over it and ran out the other end into the captivity of the Prince but Sieder reared up and bolted the other direction. I could faintly hear the Prince’s voice yelling at me to forget him but I wouldn’t. That was my master’s horse. I ignored the Prince’s orders and ran after his horse. I got out of the building just in the nick of time because the second I got out, it collapsed. I kept running in the direction the horse went as the rain pelted me causing me to get soaked quickly but I kept going. I slipped and fell but I got back up and kept going. I was reminded of the time I tried to run from slavery but this was different, I was running for my master. A rush of loyalty crashed over me and I ran harder.
I am going to get his horse.
I ran and ran but despite all my efforts, I couldn’t find him. I was exhausted, soaked, completely lost, and terrified. I fell to the ground and cried. I failed my master, he’s going to send me back because I couldn’t even find a horse. I cried harder at the thought of going back to that place. Having this wonderful life filled with amazing people ripped away from me. I sobbed into the ground but my cries were hidden by the rain. At some point, I’d just given up. I stopped crying; I stopped moving, I just lay there, I almost stopped breathing. My breaths were slow and shallow. If he was going to send me back, there would be no point in living. I’d rather die than go back.
Notes
Title Cred: Migrane by Twenty One Pilots
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