?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Five ?
~Addicted….~
?BALLERINA?
“Oh my God, Where the hell have you been?” Claire let out a breath of relief as Ballerina walked into the house alongside Jersey, her dog pet. Claire have been worried sick about her niece, she even thought of calling the police to inform them about the princess disappearance but Heather had talked her out of it.
Ballerina walked over to the couch, using her helping stick to find her way, as usual. She had gone out to get some fresh air, though it was late but she just needed some time alone and the only way she could get that was by leaving the house. She was tired of hearing the footsteps of maids and guards lur-king around the environment. Eventually she ended up dancing in the beach, it was her usual sp-ot for dancing, especially when she wants to make out a new move, the ocean and the winds were always there to guide her steps.
“I Just….”
“Did you go out to dance?” Her aunt asked, surprising Ballerina in the process. Ballerina doesn’t remember telling Heather or her aunt about her whereabout so how come was her aunt able to guess right about her whereabout?
“I…how did you know?” Ballerina asked.
Claire gasped. “You really did went out to dance. Are you crazy? How can you go out by this time to dance? Do you know how risky it is? And for Pete’s sake, you are bleeding.” Claire walked over to Ballerina and sat down beside her. She lifted Ballerina’s legs up and placed them across her lap. She took off her dancing shoes and called out to Heather. “Get me a bowl of hot water so I could use it to wash her feet and also bring the first aid kit along.” Claire instructed Heather. Heather bows her head in respect before walking out to do as she was told. “Why did you go out to dance by this time?”
Ballerina sighed. “I just needed space and time to think. And dancing seems to be the only thing to make me think.”
“You could have danced in your studio room without going out this late.”
“The footsteps of the maid and guards were invading my privacy.” She justified.
“You could have asked them to keep it down.”
“Aunt, even when I wasn’t blind I still enjoyed going out to dance. I might be blind but I can’t stop doing what I’ve always been doing.”
Claire was going to talk when Heather walked out of the kitchen, she was holding a bowl of water while another maid followed her from behind holding the first aid kit, they dropped the things they were holding on the table in front of Claire and Ballerina. Heather tried helping out in cleaning Ballerina’s wound up but Claire waved her off. They were finally left alone.
“Being able to see and being blind is two different things, Ballerina. Yes, you are so use to going to the beach to dance especially when you are in need of making new moves but it have to change. You…”
“I’m blind.” Ballerina cuts in, completing the statement of Claire. Claire said nothing, indirectly confirming what Ballerina had just said. “I know I’m blind, aunt. You don’t need to keep reminding me that.” She dropped her legs to the floor, getting up to her feet. “Like I’ve said I won’t stop doing what I’m already so addicted to. And you know it, whenever I get to love something, I get so addicted to it and giving it up will always be a problem even though i change.” She clenched her helping stick in hand and started walking away.
Claire let out a de-ep breath as she stood up to her feet. “You are going the wrong way.”
“I KNOW! I’M JUST SO PISSED!” Ballerina said before turning towards another direction. It was the right one this time around.
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?CLAIRE?
The sound of clattering was what woke her up the next morning. She quickly jerked out of bed and ran out of the room on b-are foot. She went straight to her niece’s room only to find her fast asleep. She let out a breath of relief before going back to her room to put on something on her feet, she brushed her teeth, then went downstairs to the kitchen.
Heather and some other maids were busy in the kitchen. While two maids were picking up broken gla-sses from the floor.
“What happened here?” Claire questioned, brows furrowed in confusion.
“I’m so sorry, I’d mistakenly dropped this plate. I’m so sorry.” One of the maids that was picking up the gla-sses pleaded in tears.
Claire shook her head. “It’s fine. Just make sure to pick every single glas-sfrom the floor, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” The maid responded, letting out a sigh of relief and gratitude for the fact that she wasn’t going to get fired or punished.
“What are you making?” She walked towards the maids that were busy cooking.
“The princess’s favorite.” Heather responded with a smile on her face.
“Alright.”
Claire walks out of the kitchen and was heading to the staircase when a guard approached her. He bowed his head forward showing the sigh of respect to her. She was the aunt of the next queen in line so she deserves to be respected and acknowledged.
“What is it?” She asked.
“There are some men here to see the crown princess.” The guard said.
“Some men?” She questioned.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Alright. Tell them to wait and that the crown princess will be there with them shortly.”
“Okay ma’am.” The guard bowed once more before running out to deliver her message to the men.
Claire stood still staring at the door to which the guard had just pa-ssed throu-ghin confusion. Ever since Ballerina lost her sight, she has never mingled with anyone. She doesn’t even have friends anymore. She hates socializing with people so who the hell are those men out there to see her? Or wait, could it be what she’s thinking? Could the ministers be here to talk about Ballerina’s health? Oh no she has to do something really quick.
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Claire walks out of her room already dressed up for the day. She made her way to Ballerina’s room. She knocks softly in the door before walking in. The curtains were still drawn close, for a while she thought Ballerina was still asleep but the bed was obviously empty and she could hear the running of the shower.
She pulled the thick curtains open to let sunlight into the room. She walks over to the closet and began searching for a dress for Ballerina. She was the one in charge of what Ballerina wears. If she wasn’t available then Heather takes the responsibility. Aside from the both of them no one was allowed to come anywhere close to Ballerina unless they were been asked to.
She finally found the perfect dress for Ballerina to use to meet with the ministers of the country. Not every one of them knows about Ballerina’s condition but those who knew agreed to keep it a secret from the people until she regains her sight but it was taking so long for Ballerina to regain her sight. It’s been up to five years and they haven’t heard anything but her health or who will rule them. They were running out of patient and now they are here to find answers to their questions. Well, those were the only thing Claire could make up from her confusion.
After a while, Ballerina walks out of the bathroom. “You are late.” She said, making her way towards her bed. She expected her aunt to come before this time and she was quite surprise but grateful that she wasn’t the first person she saw when she woke up this morning as usual. She loves her aunt so much and can do anything for her but sometimes she can be so annoying and frustrating.
“I’m sorry. Here,” Claire handed Ballerina the dress she had picked out for her. “Do you need help_”
“Don’t make me feel worthless, aunt.” Ballerina cuts in with a note of warning.
“Sorry. I was only just trying to help.” Claire shrugs.
“I can handle things like this. And if i need help in anything, i will ask for your help or Heather’s.”
“You rarely ask for help, Ballerina. Even when you are dying and you are in need of help.” Claire points out.
“Well…I…What did you pick out for me?” She asked changing the subject. Claire knew what she did but decided not to push it.
“A blue dress.” Claire replied.
“Thanks.”
Ballerina began putting on her dress right in the present of her aunt. It’s not like she cares that her aunt could practically see her na-kedness. Besides she had been the one to bathe her those times when she was still getting use to being blind. The room was so quiet and if it wasn’t because Ballerina could hear another breathing aside from her own she would have thought her aunt has left the room.
“Ah, that reminds me, you have some visitors.” Claire said, breaking the silent.
“Visitors?” Ballerina dragged, confused.
“Yes.”
“Do you have any clue on who those visitors could be?”
“Well, I guess it’s the ministers,” She began. “They might be here to talk about your health and who will fill in the throne while you regain consciousness…do you need help in that?”
”Oh, yeah.” Ballerina said as she kept struggling with her zi-p. Claire walks over to her and helped her with the zi-p. “Thanks.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“I’m Just going to do the right thing. I can’t regain consciousness for now due to the fact that the doctors are still looking for means to help me regain consciousness and the city can’t keep waiting for me. Someone needs to fill that sit while I regain consciousness and I think I know who exactly it should be.”
“Who do you have in mind that I do not know of?” Claire asked.
“Well, you’ll see.” She smiled. “Anyway, let’s go attend to our guests, shall we?”
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#To Be Continued….
What do you think she has in mind? And do you think she noticed Ace presence when she was dancing in the beach?