Life - [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader] Part 1

Life - Sebastian Michaelis x Reader - Part 1

WARNING - This story does NOT have a happy ending

I was not in the habit of running away from the little bit of warmth my life had now, but then again habits are what drives us all. We are all in the habit of waking up in the morning, the habit of eating. Breathing is a habit and so is living. And loving... And death. So maybe, just maybe, the fact that I was running away from everything I knew was a natural instinct. Yeah, that's what it must be.  Or maybe I am mad. I mean I am talking to you in this big white, empty room, and your just a figure of my imagination, right Reader-chan?

Okay, so now were over the fact that I'm either mad or dead, I have the strangest  urge to tell you my life story. I guess it's better someone learns the truth about the about my life. All of it.

I was born on an unnaturally cold day during [birth month]. Oh, how much I wish I could remember more about my mother. I bet she would have held me close to her. And father, oh how father would have held both of us like a picture perfect family. In reality I doubt father would be around at this point, considering our family 'situation'. But mother would have held be for both of them.  She would have kissed me on the forehead and wrapped me safe in her arms. Then she would have whispered in my ear;

"Your my perfect little [name], aren't you!"

Then again, considering what actually happened at my birth, I doubt  mother would have been the one to name me. I was born in the work houses that lined the streets of London. They didn't keep me there, thankfully. Just think a little tot running around a workhouse. No, they left me on the streets to die. So, little me was left out in the cold only a few hours after being born. What a cruel fate you must be thinking. However did I survive you must be thinking. Well truly and honestly, I have no clue. My first true, clear memory was when I was five, so let's say I'm just a dreamer who knows nothing of how she came to be. I could be left in the middle of a cabbage patch and taken in by snakes till the age of five for all I know. Or care.

Actually, I wouldn't have cared if I had been taken in by snakes. The way I see it is, if I don't remember them, then they must have meant little to me.  Everything up to those kind eyes...

Im sorry reader-chan, I must laugh.  Isn't it strange how our first loves always happen long before we tell the world about them? For example, a child's first love is their parents, or the closest thing to them, but they will tell a boyfriend or girlfriend that they were their first love. Well with no memories of parents, this man was my first love. His eye were sweet and offered me ... well they were kind then. He took me home with him and was my first 'father' figure. For a five year old girl who lived on the streets it was a dream, even though I only worked for him.

He was a noble man, but of low status. He was in the military and gained his title that way. He was still young when he left the army. He left on health issues. Well, that's what the army thought. He lied and cheated to leave service and to live the rich life of a Baronet. He made a small fortune with the suspicious deaths of his wives. Each wife held a large fortune, to which he was entitled a small amount. In the beginning he was kind and sweet. He never let the butler or head maid give me hard jobs and practically kept me like a lap-dog. It really was like floating through a dream.

My dream was short lived. That man who I saw to be gentle was not as I had perceived. Then again, at the age of five, we make everything a bit more glamorous, don't we. The Baronet was a abusive drunk. After a few months, I learned this the hard way.

For almost ten years, until after my fifteenth summer I suffered with that man. For ten years I was victim of every type of abuse. Physically being beaten, some nights I came close to the feeling of my body breaking away from under me. Emotionally, I became sourer than ever, never coming close to the emotion of 'love' again.  Mentally, I lost the will to continue with my life. And finally he abused me in the only other way he could. He took my innocence, and that almost killed me.

I remember the day when I was staring at the sharp tip of a knife, contemplating my life,  when I got the miracle I had told myself would never come. The head maid, who had never seemed to care for what happened to me, rushed down the stairs.

"[Name]?!" She called. I stayed as quiet as I could. I just wanted to be alone. Alas, she found me, despite the things I would do to be alone. "It's wonderful [Name]! He's dead! Lord Baronet is dead!"

"What!" I had exclaimed. The older lady pulled me to my feet. She began to spin me and whirl me around her in a dance of joy. "How!? When!?"

"Last night." She span me around the room, dipping and lifting me. Believe it or not, this was the first time I had even ballroom danced before. The maid continued. "He died in his sleep. Doctors say he was killed by his own liver. But best not linger on it, dear."

Our looping and swirling dance stopped. She smiled. That smile was so sickly sweet, I couldn't help believe that she knew something more about what would have in my future. I couldn't trust her, but I let her continue with my hand in hers.

"We found you a new job, my dear. You'll be moving to a new estate.  This one belongs to Lord Trancy."

[To be continued in Part 2]