“The only way is to kill her, Madame Margaux,” an old man whispered to a pretty, middle-aged woman with a concerned look on his face, “She is too strong for this world, she cannot stay.”
They couldn’t do that to me, would they? Madame Margauxwouldn’t do such thing to her daughter, to a girl whom she raised as her own.
“It shall be done,” she sighed in sadness, and she broke into tears. The old man quickly grabbed her to prevent her from falling down to the hard pebble floor of the street.
“I know it is hard Madame, but you have made the right choice.” Madame Margauxcried on the shoulders of her loyal companion Sir Andrew for what seemed like an eternity to me, and I backed away. Watching this brought me to tears, to see my mother, a woman who I called my mother make the decision to kill me. But the decision was made, and it was too late. I backed away quickly, while the scene went on. They shouldn’t know I heard them, which would make everything worse than it already is.
I ran home as fast as I could. Tears were dropping down my cheeks as I made my way through the concrete streets of New York. People gave me weird looks, looks that proved I didn’t belong here. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I stopped a cab.
“Times Square, please,” I quickly told the cab driver, ignoring him, who was sternly staring at me. My eyes were hidden by my huge glasses, so there was no way he could see my amethyst eyes. But there was something about the way he looked at me – he had a way of looking at me which screamed me the fact he knew something. But I was too scared to do anything.
“Of course, madam,” He smirked, and I saw his eyes flash red for a second. My heart was thumping like crazy and I felt like I couldn’t breathe, “Everything is okay, Evelyn,” he hissed, and I screamed as I threw myself out of the moving cab. I heard people screaming and cars honking, and I couldn’t feel anything but every bone in my body breaking, every muscle ripping, it was as if I was dying all over again. Yes, I was dying.
Hello dear readers!
I was having a writer's block for 'Nah, Not In Love', so I decided to start a new story. I'll try to make "Nah, Not in Love" and this go together.
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