Faeries of Delusia

***Note: People have asked me to divide this into short sections and I know I should have but I didn't. It's too late for me now I already have a bunch of chapters up I will remember to divide a long chapter in sections for a future reference though so please do not comment me telling me it is a bit too long because I already know that =] thanks***

*~FAERIES OF DELUSIA~*

By xStephStephx09

“Never trust a faerie,

Bet ya heard it once before

The wrath of their becoming

As they raid the forest floor

Don’t give them your belongings

If you’d keep your values sake

Don’t trust them with your life

Because a promise they will break

Ignore the sorry helpless tales

Drown out the bitter cries

For if you would let them prevail

You’d find a faerie in disguise.”

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Some say my life’s just beginning. Yeah, the beginning of the end.

My pastor always used to tell us kids, (Well, if you consider kids ages fourteen to eighteen) that we have our whole lives ahead of us, and to be faithful and worship the Lord. That was, until our Presbyterian church burnt down due to a prank that didn’t turn up oh too funny to a few kids I knew. (Who are now in juvenile hall for the time being.)

I took a good look at the empty, burnt lot where my church used to be. The construction company decided to just tear the rest down and start new, since it was too burned to repair. The repairs would have cost more than tearing it all down and rebuilding. The wind blew cold against my face, nothing new in this town, especially now that it’s October.

Halloween will be here soon. It used to be my favorite holiday, until I claimed it too childish. I don’t even bother to celebrate it anymore. Some of my friends still have a little party or something, but I don’t get involved with that.

My parents never liked Halloween anyway because they believed it was the Devil’s holiday. I don’t exactly believe in the Devil. Most people find that hard to believe since I go to church and all. (Well, used to.) I believe in God and all, but the Devil, I think he’s just a crazed up myth like Sasquatch or the Lochness Monster. Of course not many people know that accept for a few close friends, my best friends. I’m not too open with my beliefs, I wouldn’t want to start any debates.

Besides that, Sunday was boring. I have school tomorrow, but I probably won’t go, because I’m not feeling myself. Probably a cold, I assume. I’ve only missed a few days of school so far, so I’m sure my mom will give me a break. Sometimes I underestimate her, though.

In every fight, there is a loser. I felt obliged to be the loser. I lost to my school, though who doesn’t anyway? And I mean lost, as in, not many people there accept me for who I am, for who anyone is. Too many judgments are made in a day at that school, it’s a failure to society. If I could quit, I would.

Maybe not. I want an education, I want to go to college. I just wish we would move or something so I could get away from this school.

A lot of things were running through my mind. I had a lot of stress. A failed a biology exam on Friday, which isn’t often for me, and doesn’t benefit me if I plan on going out with friends on the weekend. I only have a 78% in that class now, which isn’t failing.

Also, my best friend Katie is acting awfully strange, I can’t put my finger on it. I was at her house a few weeks ago when she first began to act strange, and I didn’t see any signs of alcohol or anything that could be messing with her brain.

I hadn’t approached her about it yet, I don’t want to offend her. Maybe she’s having family problems that she doesn’t want to talk about. Why wouldn’t she tell me though? I’m her best friend, supposedly.

I squirmed in my jacket. The sudden burst of breezes chilled me. I shoved my hands deep in the pockets of my jacket. It was time to go home. I walked the five blocks to my house.

“Have a nice walk?” my little brother, Brian, nagged as I shut the front door behind me.

I ignored him like I usually did and turned straight for the stairs to go to my bedroom. My mom realized I was home and called for me before I hopped up the stairs.

“I assume you were at the library studying for your make up test in biology?” She patted a rolling pin in her hand.

“What are you making?” I asked, changing the subject, but sounding uninterested.

“Bread. Answer my question.”

“You’re making bread the old fashioned way?”

“Jamie!”

“No, Mom. The library is closed today.” I began my way up the stairs. She followed after me.

“Then I hope you have your books up there to start taking notes to study.”

I spun around abruptly. “NO Mom, I’m not. I’m not studying. I failed one test ever and you get on my nerves about it. Leave me alone.” With that, I jogged the rest of the way to my room and slammed the door behind me. I listened for my mom’s eager footsteps approaching the door to scream at me, but I couldn’t hear a sound.

My mom is a good mom, sometimes. She gives us food and raises us right, I guess. Without my father I guess it would be hard, so I give her some slack once in awhile. She doesn’t spoil us because she can’t financially, but I don’t ask for much. She has a lot of time on her hands when she’s at home and she loves to bake, which I’m grateful for. I mean, she made bread from scratch, what kind of mother does , or even has time, to do that for her kids? I do love her homemade bread, though.

Most of the time she gets on my nerves when she nags me to do things I strictly don’t want to do. I don’t ask for much, so why does she expect so much? Usually I’ll hide out in my room until her little phase is over, but usually that doesn’t work. She doesn’t forget things quickly.

I get good grades a lot of the time, and when I get a bad grade, which is rare, she gets all over me about it. Why can’t she just accept I tried my hardest and gave it my all but still failed? I obviously don’t blow off studying, I do it right in front of her at the kitchen table every night if I have to study. I do my homework too. She honestly has nothing to complain about when it comes to school for me. My brother, on the other hand, could use a talking to, but I won’t bring him into this. Sometimes I feel my mom simply complains about whatever is handed to her because she is so angry and rebellious against my dad for leaving us. That isn’t my fault, I begged him to stay. He told me he just wasn’t in love with Mom anymore, and I had nothing to do with it.

Well obviously I did because he hasn’t contacted me since. What a great father.

Today wasn’t quite the greatest day of my life. It was one of those days where I had a lot of time to think. A lot of time to think about things I didn’t want to, like my parents. Of course failing a test didn’t put the cherry on the sundae either.

I blame my mood on the weather usually. Today is dark, due to the clouds and the fogginess of the evening. I found myself sighing a lot, not knowing what to do with myself.

Maybe I needed to take another walk.

I rushed down the stairs, trying not to attract attention to myself as I departed. Of course, since my mother has superior hearing, my conclusion, she caught me before I closed the door.

“Aren’t you hungry at all?” she asked, dusting off flour from her apron.

All I really wanted was bread. Without a word I brushed past her into the kitchen and saw the bread baking in the oven. “I’ll have that when it’s done. I’m going for a walk.”

I saw my mom shake her head as I walked past her and out the door.

Sometimes all she wanted to do was bond with me, or at least talk to me, but I wasn’t a talkative person, especially with her. We just didn’t have a lot of things in common. I concluded that if she were my age, we probably wouldn’t be friends. I didn’t tell her that, for her feelings sake.

To release the bottled up energy I realized I had, I jogged back down the street of where my church used to be. I took in the sight of destruction and it made me sad. I wanted to be in church again. To sing of the Lord and be with my church family.

I shrugged and dug my hands into my pocket. It was a chilly day, obviously.

I took a stroll around a few blocks and noticed something peculiar. No one was in sight.

I looked up and down the rows of houses. All I could see was fog. I was standing at an intersection and I peered down all four lanes. I saw no cars nor heard them. I looked at a few houses and saw practically no signs of life. No children laughing, people chatting, not even the faint sound of a TV.

This was definitely odd, especially for this town, where commotion was always common.

As I was examining my surroundings, I finally heard a faint whisper rush through the air around me. It was so soft I had to strain to hear anything. It sounded as if someone were yelping “Help! Help me!” I couldn’t be sure.

I listened intently and spun around for a sign of any living creature.

Nothing.

I really double guessed my sanity when I thought I heard my name being called. It sounded distant, and yet so close. I couldn’t put my finger on it . . .

A sudden wave of glittery light flustered my vision and I felt I would fall over any second. It was like a strobe light was flashing in my face. I turned and spun, trying to restore my vision.

Suddenly, as the light seemed to die down, a girl was a few feet away from me. I screamed suddenly, because just previously the town was empty. She wore worn out clothes; a neutral colored skirt and shirt torn at the sleeves. I looked down and realized she wore no shoes. Her face was dirty and she was panting in exhaustion.

“Help me.” she pleaded, running up to me.

“Who are you?” I gasped.

“They’re after me!” she interrupted.

“They?” She need to be more specific, I was clueless so far.

“The Lunar Faeries!”

I almost laughed. Faeries? How ridiculous. “Excuse me? What in the world are you talking about?”

“My name is Trista.” she began to explain. “I’m from Delusia. I ran because they were after me! They were gonna capture me! The only way out was to come to earth but they followed me. They’re gonna destroy everything if they don’t find me! We gotta hide! You need to help me!”

Soaking up this new information, and not quite believing it, I stayed silent, wondering if she had escaped from an insane asylum or if she was being dead serious.

“You have to believe me, Jamie!”

I was taken aback. Ignoring the other nonsense she had babbled about, I asked in frustration and fear, “How do you know my name?!”

“You’re name—uh,” she peered over her shoulder. “No time for that! Follow me!” It was more a demand that anything. She grasped my wrist and tugged me behind her. She was surprisingly fast, and I was surprisingly slow, and I even ran track.

“Wha—slow down! What the heck?”

“Shhhhh.” She held her index finger over her lips as she ran, peering back at me.

I was normally stubborn toward my mom, so I don’t know what made me listen to this girl. I stayed quiet, but I was NOT calm. She was almost scaring me. I was almost in fear for my life. Who was chasing us? I couldn’t hear or see anyone!

“Are you just imagining this?” I whispered to Trista.

She halted me abruptly and I almost fell forward on my face. “I am not crazy. I’ve already heard enough of that. Just listen to me. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.”

“Uh, show me what?” I was skeptic.

“Delusia.”

I wanted to laugh out, I wanted to ask questions, I wanted to shout, “NO! Where are you gonna take me?!” But for some reason, I wasn’t scared. I was overly curious.

I shrugged. “Okay, show me.”

Trista smiled, almost victoriously. “Okay, hold your breath and close your eyes.”