I lay, on the left side of my body, on my bed that was nestled into the corner of my room. I stared blankly at the planked wood wall and remained motionless; my eyes thoughtlessly tracing the pattern of the bluish-gray lumber that lined the whole wall. I’ve been awake for a while now, thinking about the recent events. I thought about Ursula, Avalon, and just plain thought.
Why am I so special? I know I’m the only one with my set of gifts, but does that really make me that special? My powers are practically useless when fighting. There’s no use for them! Let’s see… If I did use them, I’d vacuum all the anger and adrenaline of my opponent. But that wouldn’t work… After they’d calm down, they’d just remember what they were doing and continue. So, Ursula, how does that make me so special?
What did Avalon mean by, ‘my name would still get around’? Why would it even be flying about? I’m no different than anyone here. Other than me being the only one with feathered wings, no color in the iris of my eye, and the contracting of my body when I have an ‘episode’, I am the same! I was called to the well like everyone else. No. Scratch that. I was pushed down here. Nonetheless, I was meant to be here. Like-everyone-else! Why aren’t their names going around?
I don’t understand, really. Not so long ago my so called ‘friends’ attempted to murder me; to rid me of existence. From jealousy, may I add? I never meant to be envied; never meant to make someone grow the anger to plot my murder. I was me. I lived by myself, hung out by myself, made money for myself, studied for myself, and you-know-what? Even talked to myself! Why would someone envy such a pathetic being? If anything, I envied Mia. Rachael and Brad were the only friends I ever really had, while she had the whole world. Brad didn’t turn out to be the friend I thought of him as. I will never understand Mia’s jealousy, Caleb’s accompaniment to Mia, and certainly not Brad’s betrayal.
And now! Now I’m wanted; wanted more than a Golden Ticket in the movie, ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’. I was fought for. Blood would’ve been shed, only to have their hands on me. How does one deal with such conflicting scenarios?
I groggily sat up in my bed, hugged my legs to my chest, and cuddled my chin into my knees. Everything was clean; dust and pebbles were plastered back onto the wall. The floor was brushed off and shined. My desk and bookshelves were neatly organized and the vines that hung in the doorway were now untangled.
Other than the planked wall, the rest of the room was covered in cobblestone that was painted over with an icy blue paint. My gray desk sat across the room, opposite of where my bed lay. On each side of the desk stood two bookshelves, four in total, accompanied by potted greenery. My desk contained a couple of stacked antique books, sketchbooks, and a can filled with paintbrushes, pencils, and pens.
Next to the vined doorway, a wall stretched a third through the room and formed the restroom. The door to the restroom stretched a couple of feet from the end of my bed. The restroom housed an extra small room that I use for my closet. My whole bedroom isn’t that crowded, or small. It’s roomier than it sounds.
I slid off my bed sluggishly and began to fold the covers. I tucked the pale yellow sheets’ corners in securely, threw the cerulean blue comforter on top of the sheets, and fluffed the matching, in color, blue pillows. I arranged the pillow ensemble neatly at the head of the bed.
“Skyler?” I turned to my doorway as I caressed the wrinkles off my comforter. I quickly smiled at the sight of Gene. Just the person I needed to get my mind off a few things. He leisurely walked toward me.
“Hey,” he chuckled as he brought me into an embrace.
“Hey.” I playfully squeezed him back.
After a while or so of hugging, he pulled back and looked me in the eye, smiling. His hands caressed my lower back and rear, while my fingers combed through his hair.
“You feeling good?” he smirked as he pulled me in closer to him.
“Yeah,” I giggled as I bit my bottom lip. Quite honestly, I was feeling very bubbly. I always feel like that after an episode.
“Of course,” his eye lids grew heavy as they saw me biting my lip. He suddenly lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his hands tightened around my arse. His lips consumed mine and I moaned in bliss. As he kissed me passionately, he slowly walked us toward my freshly made bed.
“How long was I out this time?” I asked, breathless, as he stretched me over the bed. I looked into his lust filled eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt and waited for his answer.
“Five days,” he groaned as he threw his shirt across the room. He nuzzled his face into my neck and began to shower me with kisses.
Not bad. The last episode I had, knocked me out for two whole weeks. Lady Saundra explained that it was from the emotional and physical exhaustion that my body goes through, through the duration of the episode. The longest I’ve been unconscious was a month and a half. Everyone got scared and thought I was dead, but Lady Saundra felt me dreaming. So, thanks to her, I was saved from being buried six feet under somewhere.
“What happened after-” I started, but was interrupted by Gene’s finger pressing on my lips.
“It can wait, Sky,” he ordered. He continued to kiss my collarbone and raised his head to look at me.I laughed and joined into his kisses.
~*~
“Lady Saundra,” I whispered as I gently knocked on the thick brass door, “I’m awake.” I heard some intense shuffling inside the room for a few seconds then the door slowly creaked open. Lady Saundra closed the door shut behind her and brushed off her dark purple corset. She looked up at me after she dusted herself off and smiled at me.
“Yes you are,” she beamed. She placed her hands on my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. I hugged back smiling just as wide; maybe even wider. “Good afternoon! You were out five days, dear.”
“Oh! I know. Gene told me,” I blushed as I pulled away from her embrace. I looked down and fiddled with my fingers.
“Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later at dinner,” she smiled at me. She turned to her door, but I caught her by the arm to keep her from completely turning. She eyed my hand that clutched her arm then looked at me; her face littered with creases filled with worry.
“Actually, Lady S’, I was hoping I could talk to you. Ursula’s words have had me thinking and I was hoping you could help clear some things up.” I dropped my hand and waited patiently for her response. Never did we have to wait for her response. She always answered so quickly, like she knew what we were going to ask. Why hasn’t she said anything?
“Lady Saundra?” I ducked a little to find her wondering eyes. Our gazes locked and she opened her mouth, but shut it as quickly as she opened it.
“It’s not a good time right now, darling. I do apologize. Maybe later?” She smiled as she stuttered the last part put as a question. It was the fakest smile I’ve ever seen since Mia.
I opened my mouth to reject her selfish decision, but she quickly shut me up. “I’ll see you at dinner, Skyler. We’re having roast beef with assorted vegetables. Yum! Doesn’t that sound yummy, Skyler?” her smile grew as she said the last part. She turned around, walked back into her office which was also her bedroom, and bolted the brass door shut.
I stared at her door utterly confused. Butt hurt, even! No! That doesn’t sound ‘yummy’ at all! How could she just do that? She’s never done that! If anything, she’d refuse to let me walk away until I finished talking. Oh my goodness! How could she seriously just done that?! I raised my fist to the door and as I was about to punch it, a hand caught me.
“Don’t. I don’t know what got you angry, but I suggest you don’t, Skyler,” Sir Vlaldimir pulled me by the arm away from the door gently.
“H-h-how could she just shut the door in my face, Sir Vlaldimir? Can you tell me?” I yanked my arm from his grasp.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Sky. She’s your supervisor.” He sighed and dug his hands into his pockets.
“What?! When have you ever pulled that supervisor shit on anyone?!” I spat completely frustrated. What is up with them?
“Skyler! Calm yourself down and watch the way you speak to me!” He cautioned with the sternest voice I’ve ever heard him use. What?! The way I speak to him?! That's how he told us to talk to him; like if we were his friends!
“Whatever!” I stormed off with my eyes closed and took a deep breath in, noticing my anger. I tried to vacuum it all up as I walked back to my room.
I jolted into my room and smacked the twig, which popped out of the cobblestone, into the wall. The vines that hung in the doorway instantaneously turned into a completely thick, wooden barrier. It looked like the trunk of a tree, except wider, in the shape of a rectangle, and no leaves.
I slumped onto my bed, my hands catching my head as I leaned forward. My fingers intertwined with my icy hair and I pulled as I groaned the anger that still existed in me. I let go and jerked my back into a straight position. I closed my eyes, yet again, and inhaled deeply. Following my deep inhale, I exhaled ever so slowly.
“What riled you up so bad?” I turned to the husked voice that came from my bathroom doorway. Hunter leaned on the frame as he looked at me.
“Nothing. Where’s Gene?” I asked, clapping my hands on my knees as I got up.
“He went to our room to catch up on something Mister V’ asked him to do,” he explained, walking toward me. “Why are, well, were you so mad?”
“I was angry because…” I lingered as I tried to find the perfect words to explain.
“Because,” he laughed and flopped onto my bed, pulling me with him.
“Be-cause,” I giggled. “Lady Saundra shut the door in my face and because Sir Vlaldimir demanded respect,” I sighed out all under one breath.
“Since when-” Hunter began, but I quickly stopped him by shrugging.
“I have literally no idea! So don’t ask. That’s why I was angry.” I looked at him as he lay beside me.
“Well that’s weird of them,” he said. He raised his hand and brushed the hair on my cheek behind my ear.
“I know. Guess what!” I shrieked as I straddled him.
“What?” he chuckled as he took in my new position.
“We’re having roast beef tonight at dinner,” I gasped jumping like a little toddler, “with assorted, fucking, vegetables! Doesn’t that sound yummy, Hunter?” I opened my mouth wide to express my exaggeration as I stopped jumping.
“Lady Saundra?” he raised an eyebrow at me as he giggled at my sarcastic act.
“Yes,” I groaned. “So what happened after I passed out?” I grinned mischievously.
“Skyler, I was told not to say anything.” He tightened his grip on my hips, scared for my reaction.
“What?!” My voice echoed through the room. “You too?”
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t know anything since we jumped in. They’ve been very quiet about it.” He sighed.
“Then why were you told not to say anything if you didn’t know anything in the first place?” I questioned him and stared deep into his eyes for the slightest hint of lie.
“I don’t know…” he questioned himself. I saw him fight with his memories as he kept on pondering. He looked up at me with a worried look in his eyes. “That’s really weird…” he mumbled to himself. I nodded my head in agreement as we both thought about it.
After a while he gave up thinking and grinned, “Did you say assorted vegetables?” I laughed and rolled off of him.
“Yummy, right?” I rolled my eyes and we both began to laugh. He stayed with me and talked as we waited for dinner time to come around.
A/N: This chapter was meant to describe a little more of her room, the weirdness going on, and her relationship with both Hunter and Gene. Hope you liked it:P And don't forget to LIKE it and please leave your thoughts:D
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