2 Alive

"Miss Ara", The sleeping girl hears a familiar voice call out.

"Five more minutes Ana", she grumbles as she turns to the other side of the bed falling back asleep.

"It is almost time for breakfast miss, madam has specifically ordered that you be ready before time and meet them in the study", the maid Ana persists.

"Ugh fine", Ara grumbles, unceremoniously flopping off the bed before going into the bathroom.

She proceeds to splash cold water on her pale face just to make sure she's awake. A soft gasp leaves her plump dainty lips with her pale blue eyes wide and staring at her reflection in the mirror, memories of the last two years flashing before her eyes. Silent tears streak down her porcelain skin, making two perfect little streams going down and falling on the carpeted floor.

"Was it all a dream", the question leaves her lips with no one to answer it for her.

"Miss Ara", a maid calls out to her from outside the bathroom door, seemingly hesitant.

Ara's eyes widen as the familiar words reach her ears and she jumps to open the door, startling the old maid in the process. She embraces the maid, called aunt Daisy who has worked with this family all her life and not once has seen the young miss so disheveled.

"Young miss are you alright?", aunt Daisy asks as she pats her emotional miss.

Ara ignores her question as she grasps the old lady's shoulders by her hands and enthusiastically asks her, "Which date is it today?"

"Miss, its the 3rd of January 2018", aunt Daizy timidly answers the eager looking girl.

Fresh tears spring out from Ara's eyes as she stares at the old lady with eyes withholding volumes of pain, suffering, and determination.

'Im alive'

Ara thinks to herself as a new resolve makes its way into her heart, gripping and grabbing at the tendons intertwining thoughts and emotions never ever existed in her heart before.

Aunt Daisy smiles through her confusion as for the first time in years, the life in her young miss seems to return and her eyes shine with an unspoken fire dancing around the rims of her pale blue orbs.

The young miss has always been distant and compliant. Her beautiful pale blue eyes had gotten used to borrowing sparks from others whenever they told her what to do that it forgot it had a bright fire of its own it could use. The now bright-eyed girl looks so beautiful, that her long shiny black hair framing her oval face makes her seem like an angel descended on earth and her pale skin certainly making the picture even more ethereal.

Ara looks over her room that she hadn't been in for a year after her fall out with her brother.

The walls were a pristine white, the curtains a dark grey and the floor is covered with a plush purple carpet. Her now made princess bed had pristine white sheets covering it and three plush lavender big pillows and a dark lavender throw. All her furniture was in dark mahogany wood. She walked into her walk-in closet and the same furniture wood was used for it. All the latest brands and clothing releases were there and all types of shoes can be found in her shoe racks.

Ara picked out her outfit for the day and got ready to have breakfast with her family. As she descended down the stairs her steps faltered as she caught a glimpse of her mom ordering the servants to prepare the dining table and which dishes to put where and how many plates to bring, which cutlery and what beverages to be served.

Her eyes gleamed with happiness because she remembered that this was the day after her mother had seen her acceptance letter from PureFort Art University. She was gonna study the music. For as long as she could remember, Ara has always played musical instruments in particular the piano.

The doorbell rang and the butler opened the door as Ara descended the rest of the stairs. An old couple came in followed by a young man who's eyes had such a dead fiery gaze it gave off the impression that he had come for war. A huge contrast to the now lively sparkling eyes of Ara.

How could Ara forget those eyes... They were the same eyes that tormented her until her last breath. The eyes of Daniel Bulock.