What Dancing Means to me(Chapter 3)

After leaving the dinning room, I felt way more at ease. I know my mother would never let me forget she's in charge but, at least I knew she wasn't in charge of my dancing. It's true she did pick out my dance instructor but, she didn't pick out my dancing.

That was one of the things I was grateful for,dancing helps to keep me sane in this place. Helps to clean my mind of the insanity repetition that I have to endure everyday. Without dancing, I would fall into my mother's trance and be just like almost all,the people around here.

I didn't want that for myself. I knew my mother had an effect on me but I didn't want to become lifeless. An actual puppet that awaits to be used,that wasn't me. That isn't-! I shook my head, realizing I finally made it to my room. The guards next to me smiling widely, awaiting for my next move.

I always thought that their smiles were so creepy no one smiles like that except, for creatures in horror movies.

Not people,creatures, I'm not making the mistake of calling those antagonists,people because they're not! They are:twisted,abnormal,unsettling, horrifying creatures. Just like the smiles in this place, this high-priced, prison.

I entered my room to put on my black leotard and white ballet shoes.

Today is ballet day which meant:Arabesque(Airabesk),Pile,Ballon

(belon) and more French dance moves. Ballet is one of my favorite dances, not only is it one of the most graceful dances but it's also one of the most expressive. That's one of the reasons, I love ballet.

I walked out of my room with the two guards following me into the elevator. Ascending up a floor to the dance studio. Little did I know there was a surprise waiting for me up there and it wasn't the freedom of dance. Ding, the elevator said, giving me the cue to walk out of the elevator without the security.

My mother decided that as long as my dance instructor was there, I could go without my guards. This was one of my treats, that she gave me for not trying to run away again. I only did this of course, to gain her trust again, so my security could go away. Which so far was slowly but surely working.

I walked alone down the marble hall to the entrance of the dance studio, not noticing the obvious addition that was added. I would soon notice though, soon.

My dance instructor, who also played piano, was sitting on a black chair near the instrument. Awaiting for me to finish my stretching so she could play a song. Probably some Mozart or Beethoven.

I got on the smooth wooden floor and started some regular stretching:The butterfly, left leg to right leg, head to toe touching and more basic stretching. I was just about to go into more detailed stretching when I spotted a window in the corner of my eye.

I didn't notice it when I came in, but I definitely noticed it now. I looked to my instructor to see if she noticed it too. But, she seemed to fixated on the piano to care about me signaling her.

I sighed and yelled, "Hey Miss.Camille is that window new?!" She didn't turn her head or jolt at all she just shook her head up and down.

"It was just installed earlier today Miss.Victoria, I thought you knew." "Installed? Why would we need a new window? Is there a new-!"

My body was astound by the person who walked by with bandages in their arms. I didn't know who it was until I looked closer.

I.it was Charles, Charles was the one who moved into that new window room. I thought I wouldn't see Charles until tomorrow,but it seems by the fate of this mansion, I did.