Sapphic Voices General Fiction

Discovery

Prologue

I, Bernadette Elizabeth Neilson, Hereby announce myself confused.

Hi there, I’m Bernadette but my friends call me Bernie, So I guess its up to you what you call me cause its up to you whether you want to be friends. How child-like does that sound? I don’t think I’ve actually asked someone if they’d like to be my friend since I was about six! I guess though that’s what I’ve been reduced to isn’t it? Oh forgive me I’m rambling on, it happens a lot!

So I guess you want to know why I’m confused don’t you? Of course you do. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have clicked on this link and You obviously wouldn’t have read this far down although I’m sure many readers looking for a tale of love and passion have already given up! For those of you who haven’t let me assure you know this story is not one intended to make you smile or even one to show you the love this world has to offer but is instead a story intended for the most selfish of reasons. This is a story intended for peace of mind and for release of self even If it is just for a short while. This is because this is not just a story but is instead a perception of a group of events causing my acceptance of myself and of my world. It is for these reasons that I cannot assure whether this shall be a story of passion or one of love as I have yet to reach an ending and maybe the one I shall write shall be fact or maybe it shall be fiction.


You know how as a child you have this idea that no matter what happens and no matter how old you get life will always be okay and then comes the day when you realise that life just doesn’t work out? That day came for me when I was 14 years old and I fell in stupendously, hopelessly and sadly in love. Even at the age I was I knew then that no-one should ever be sadly in love but that was alas the predicament I was in. I can still remember her rich laugh and delicate smile that would appear and the way my heart would miss a beat whenever she was near. I remember the way her golden locks cascaded across her face and down her back and how her face lit up when she spoke about her passions and when she was analysing a piece of writing. Which does bring me back to my original point I was sadly in love. How you ask can a love so pure and so devoted can be sad because she was my teacher. Ahh now you understand, I see the cogs in your head have turned and you have come to see me as someone who has had just another school girl crush and I assure at the time I thought it was, I hoped it was but I was wrong.

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