My name is Whitejag2000@cox.netjag2000@cox.net212015-08-08T19:56:00Z2015-08-08T19:56:00Z15693249Hewlett-Packard277381111.0000My name is White. It’s a strange name, but it was my mother’s choice. I still down know how she came up with the name, but it was her last words. You see my mother died exactly 18 minutes after my birth. My father said I was a cursed child because of that.He was probably right. My whole life has been a series of odd events. It all started on January 27th 1786, the day of my birth. The day I became The Cursed White Rabbit. My father thought I was an abomination and from a young age he forced me to where a white mask in the shape of a rabbit’s face. The mask covered my eyes and had ears coming from the top, which parted my hair. The mask didn’t cover my mouth so I could talk and eat. The only time I could take the mask off was when I went to sleep, but when I woke up I had to put the mask back on. The only person who believed I was only misunderstood and that I was just a normal girl was my brother, Thackery. He always tried to protect me from the harsh environment that I was born into.Thackery was a tall boy with reddish-brown hair. He was lean, but muscular and had lightly tanned skin. He had brown eyes and stubble graced his chin, cheeks and upper-lip. Thackery took after our father with looks, but his personality and kindness was once our mother’s. He was the last bit of my mother I had.According to Thackery I looked like my mother. The same emerald green eyes and chestnut colored hair. I was medium height and thin. Thackery always told me I looked more like mom every day. He would always keep my spirits up when my father yelled and cursed at me.Let me begin at the week leading up to my 18th birthday. It was cold and snow covered the streets of London. I wore the mask as I walked down the cobble path with Thackery and my father. At the end of the street on a large plantation stood Bedlam Asylum. The beautiful outside contrasted with the horrors that were hidden behind the walls. “You could have ended up there, White.” My father hissed and pointed to the Asylum.“Yes, father.” I whispered trying to be as sweet as possible so I wouldn’t anger my father more.“If it wasn’t for Thackery begging for a sibling, you would have been put in a cell for the rest of your life.”“Yes, father.” “Both of you stay here I have business to take care of.” He disappeared inside the shop to our right.“I would have never let him put you in there, White.”“I’m going to run Thackery.” I said and my fingers moved over the rabbit’s mask.“White… you cant do that, father will have you put in the Asylum.” Thackery always tried to talk the nonsense out of me.“On my 18th birthday he can’t control me anymore… come with me Thack… you’re 21… he can’t control you.”“Leaving him alone isn’t right…”“What he is doing to me isn’t right!” I yelled.“Where would we even go?” He asked. “If you haven’t noticed… London isn’t a kind place nowadays.”“Anywhere, but here… we could go to France or.. or America!”“Stop with this nonsense, White.”“It’s not nonsense.”“Where would we get the money to go to America?”“I… I don’t know that just yet.”“Stop… White.”“Thackery…”Suddenly the shop door swung open and my father was shoved out.“Get out of here you dirty cheat!” Mr. Harker, one of the many shop owners yelled and slammed the shop door.“Fine you bloody git!” My father retorted.“Come on Thackery… White.” My father stormed of down the street.We were all silent the rest of the way home. The only sounds we heard were the busy streets of London. Of course my mask brought some attention, but everyone was used to it by now since I had worn it ever since I could walk. Some chose my fathers side in the way he punished me, but most of the women took my side and said it was unnatural and cruel. No matter what anyone said, he wouldn’t change his mind.