The town was bustling due to the upcoming celebration of the year, everyone shopping or trying to get to a party of some sort. Only a few people running through the crowd and yelling apologies to those they bumped into.
Norma had been roaming the town, wanting to just be out of her house. Her body weaving through people and trying not to bump into anyone on the crowded sidewalk. A hot beverage of chocolate in her hands, keeping her refreshed and warmed. As she took a drink, her back had been pushed by a random passerby who was making their way through the crowd, pushing her into the busy street.
Brown eyes reflecting the bright lights of the car in front of her, the light post ahead, and that of the glowing shops. Closing her eyes as her breath hitched, waiting-
The brunette had been training, having to stay somewhat in shape in order to deal with certain customers. She had taken up an offer to use the gym at the mansion, after gaining some work out and fighting tips from a few of the egos.
Norma was in the midst of air boxing when she felt someone tap her shoulder, and in the midst of her adrenaline along with surprise, flipped them over and pinned them down. Brown eyes widening as she saw the face she always loved to see.
Norma had been working overtime for her cafe, since they were understaffed today. The hours extended for the month, as they usually did during holiday months. She had been serving a few late night customers, the few being college students cramming for their mid-terms, when the lights had gone out. The former screaming and practically crying from the outage as their screens lit up their frames.
She cursed under her breath as she had felt around for her phone, having left it in by the register to charge.
“We apologize for the inconvenience, but it seems like the whole block is out of power right now-,” She called out to the customers as she carefully felt around before tripping over someones bag.
Nathdow comes out of a shadow and looks around. “Norma are you okay? Someone said I should check up on you.”
The brunette had been trying to cover herself with her jacket when she heard his voice. Her face darkening even more as it repelled from her, causing her to hide behind the couch.
“Y-Yeah I’m alright-,” Norma replied a bit too loudly as she was screaming internally.
//Many of you have asked for Norma’s backstory or who it is she killed... Are you ready?//
- Warnings: Blood and slight gore mentioned below -
“I may have been raised in hatred...but I at least knew kindness. Even if I didn’t know love, I knew happiness at times.” Norma said with a gentle tone, thinking of her father and others.
The brunette had been playing in the garden using her small amount of free time attempting to make a flower crown. A huff of defeat escaping the child's lips when it broke apart.
“You’ve got to make the gap smaller or else it will rip…Here let me show you.” Her father said, having been watching her struggle from the patio and finally helping.
His tan hands overlapped her own, guiding her through the steps until she got the hang of it on her own. Brown eyes sparkling in awe at the crown of Aster and Pink Camellias, looking up at her father as she was bouncing with joy. The soft look on her father's face made her happy, but she was too young to see the pain hidden behind it. The young girl had run off to show the servants, gaining approvals and compliments on the crown that graced her head. Her father had stayed sitting on the grass, longing for change that was too late.
“I was trained and bred to be nothing less than perfect, ever since the day I learned to walk and then to speak…Anything less and I was punished.” She added, her hand soon lifting up her hair to show a scar that size of a quarter on the back of her neck. “I was even modified to heal myself after being beaten to the brink of death once… just so no one would see.”
She had let out a shaky breath as she looked to the jewelry box on her lap, the gift her parents left for her 18th birthday. Her eyes dulling as she remembered the worst of her past.
“I had just turned 16 when they informed me of my arranged marriage, I acted numb and accepted it when internally I begged for freedom. My father was shocked as well… unknown that mother had gone through with it. He wanted me to focus on being the heir to our business, instead of just being wed off. That night after I went to bed, I was awoken by the screaming of my parents, it was rare, but this time it was different. I had snuck out of my room to see the two of them in their room. Things had been thrown, vases and frames shattered, it was the hell I knew all my life in a room. I watched the rage I was so familiar with, be taken too far as my mother pulled a gun from her dresser and pointed it at my father. Her back to me as my father looked to her, the anger in his eyes subsiding at the sight of me… The last look of life was one of apology.”
Tears escaped her eyes as she was experiencing the scene once more.
“Before I knew it, my mother lay on the floor in a pool of blood as her back was filled with nothing but stab wounds that came from the large piece of broken glass in my hands.”
Norma looked down to the blood stained glass in her hands, closing her eyes for a long moment as she recalled the pain of realization.
“I had been found sitting on the corpse of my mother in a daze when they found me, the servants had called the police and the family lawyer had handled it all. I was left in their care, along with the help of the servants, per the will of my parents. It took five years of therapy, people, and just help of all sorts to get through it.” She said, her eyes opening upon the jewelry box once more. “The company is under the management of the lawyer, the mansion was rebuilt, my parents buried together in the family graveyard, and I am on the run from the family that wanted me to marry their own heir.”
“ It’s crazy isn’t it..?,” The brunette said with a small chuckle as she wiped her tears. “ It’s been so long since then… and yet , here I am doing better than I ever thought I would....”
Her gaze had wandered to the framed pictures that were placed upon her dresser, a smile appearing on her face as she gave a genuine closed-eyed smile. “And I’m thankful for all the friends and memories I’ve made along the way.”
🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)
“I keep the necklace my father and mother gave me on my 18th birthday, it stays in its original box most days.” She answered, opening the nightstand beside her bed and taking out a black box. Her slender fingers carefully opening it, revealing a silver chain adorned with a crescent moon and stones that symbolled stars for her.
“Even if the moon is gone, the stars shall follow and guide you. And when the clouds cover the sky, here they will lie together with you...”Norma said, her voice soft and almost dreamlike as she trailed her fingers across each stone.
“When I was younger and was alone, I used to dance freely to whatever tune was in my head. My father would always be the one to catch me doing it...” Norma said her tone joyous before her face dropped as if a memory came back to her.
What the hell do you think you’re doing? You are to follow the steps and orders. Nothing more, nothing less. Only perfection, now you will practice the dance properly until you have everything perfect. You will not stop, even if you’re feet begin to bleed. You will be perfect.
The brunette had been frozen for a moment, soon giving the Anon a fake smile despite her body shaking. “B-But even now I still dance when-when I’m home alone or in the café!”
