|Brisbane| 18:30|
Opening my eyes, I see the golden glow of the sun just peaking over the horizon. If I wasn’t in a mass amount of pain, I would think that this was peaceful. Ok, note to self maybe use blood magic as the last resource. Groaning I somehow managed to flip myself over hissing as the pebbles irritated the now scab.
“Whoa,” my voice was not filled with enthusiasm. At least have some healing powers because I wound like that wouldn’t heal that quickly. Well what time is it? It’s not 7:00 as the sun would be hidden by then. My body feels like it’s on fire… well I was on fire.
Can I go back to being passed out? At least then I’m not in pain!
Can’t a girl have some peace.
I think I’m going to throw up…
Wait no, I’m going to throw up.
After puking up my gut, I manage to pull myself up onto my knees and stare at the eye blinding light. Blood was scattered on the rocks on the roof not hiding the fight that took place. Well, I’m lucky that no one uses this lab anymore because this would be hard to explain. Gathering as much strength as I can I pull myself up to stare at the swirling portal. The flicking lights were now gone leaving just swirls of black and dark purple. Weird, very weird.
Using the railing, I managed to get myself into the lab using the annoying stairs. Elevators are a thing people build them please. Somehow, I didn’t trip down the stairs and hurried to the medical cabinet. I’ve done the basics of cleaning the wounds then dressing them but stitching, yeah never done. Welp there is a first for everything that isn't there.
Shoving an old rag in my mouth, dab a wet cloth on the cuts. Slowly moving onto the gash on my wrist and the claws marks on my back. “Mhmh!”
A wave of pain crashed on me as the stinging pain made me let out a scream muffled by the cloth. Now onto the disinfect, great. For some reason it hurt more than getting the cuts in the first place. With shaking hands, I pull the string through the needle and get to work. Surprisingly, it was just a small pinch, not as much pain as I thought. It was weirdly calming. Maybe I should stop questioning what’s weird and what’s not. Cause if you told me twenty-four hours ago that I would be stitching myself up fighting a Xeon as a Xeon I would just laugh in your face.
Dressing the wounds went way smoothly, just a few waves of pain when I bump them. I still felt like vomiting then passing out, but it faded with time. So that’s a plus in my books.
Mom and dad came back tomorrow. Nu~ I like the peace, quiet and time away from them. Though when I go to school I’ll just join as many clubs as possible, so I don’t have to go home to the awkward atmosphere. Hopefully, they have another trip, so they leave me alone again. But knowing my luck they’ll probably stay for a month at least. Which saying out lie sounds short but those two are always travelling around for experiments or meetings so adult stuff.
Though the buzz of excitement to meet my friends is there. I did sneak out to meet them but still it would be good to probably hang out again. Of course, I still have to put up a front but not just as much at home. Cold and heartless at home but at school just calm and quiet. But my two best friends allow me to be just me! Just being a chaos gremlin. Can not wait until I get a phone, then I can call them anytime I want. That's the dream.
Limping towards the cabinet, I bent down ignoring the pain and found some unopened can of pineapple. So, maybe not the healthiest dinner but food is food. I would walk home but it’s night-time and I’m not suicidal. So, it's canned pineapples and probably toxic lab water. I should probably start adding actual food in here if I’m going to spend time here.
My eyes fell upon the swirling portal that still looked like a void. Quick theory, the portal can only be used every so often so it's charging or maybe it's just broken. Who knows! But I don’t trust leaving this portal alone if randomly Xeon could just walk through. Stumbling around the lab, I found a few cameras and sent them all around the portal. And to be even more paranoid I set up motion senses and connect them to the computer to give a notification. Okay, I don’t have a life, I pretty much grew up in the lab.
Eating the canned pineapples, the day just crashed on me like a building was dropping me. I could have died so many times during that fight, yet I didn’t. How do hunters do this? Risk their life like it doesn’t matter. How can they be so suicidal?
Oh, I wish I didn’t go with my parents yesterday. I just didn’t want them to see all my stuff here. Thankfully they just were here to pick up some old files and left me to go on their business trip. Helena was supposed to pick me up but no! Now I'm flipping a Xeon and have a portal to the Xeon realm right above me. A corpse of a Xeon in the morgue and... and...
Tears fell from my eyes like a waterfall. God, I’m so pathetic. In all the fiction I’ve read I should be happy with superpowers, but I don’t want them. I want my ‘normal’ life back. The life which I wait until my eighteenth birthday so I can leave the widow family. The life where I wasn’t a thing that the whole world agrees on to kill. The thing that is a monster.
“I’m scared,” my voice wavered as my vision blurred.
Slops echoed in the empty lab.
Falling into darkness is becoming a trend, I don’t like it.
|Twelve hours later|
|07:02|
Did I pass out again?
My back cracks as I attempt to get up. This is somehow worse than last time. I do not want passing out to become a habit if I can stop it. What’s the time?
Looking up, I see the light filter through the window hinted that it's morning now. Crap they are coming home today. I better get home before they arrive and notice that I’m gone. Though they probably wouldn’t even notice until dinner. At least they make sure I eat dinner by having a ‘family’ dinner.
Checking over my injuries, most of them are now just scars. Either sleep heals me, or it heals over time. But either way I can heal fast but that is on a non-existent list of powers. Welp at least I can heal if I’m too badly injured. Hopefully, though I won't need to be using it anytime soon.
Somehow, I manage to stand up on my wobbly knees. Opening yet again another can of pineapples, I track back to the apartment slowly but surely.
People pass me in a blur, rushing to go to work, school or whatever. The annoying beeping of lights echoed around the streets plus the loud sound of cars honking at each other. Slowly, the noises filter out as I walk along as my mind goes blank. Looking at the windows, my reflection stared back but ever so often my flickered purple. I just had to keep reminding myself to stay human. It got harder and harder. It became almost impossible as the words of ‘Stay human’ repeated in my brain.
“Avliso? You, okay?”
Looking up, I met with the receptionist yesterday. Molly, my mind supplied for me, looked at me with worry on her face. “I am fine.” I said way too robotic, but I didn’t care. Molly's frown deepened as I grew closer. “I just didn’t see you come back yesterday.”
“Oh, I came after your shift. Sorry for worrying you.”
“You sure you’re, okay? You're like really pale and sickly looking.” Molly's eyes wandered around my face and when she noticed me staring, she flashed a smile.
“When did you leave this early in the morning?” Crap, Molly starts her shift around six.
“Just woke up early and need to take a walk to clear my mind.”
“Well, if you're okay, you should be on your way. Mrs Widow and Mr Widow will be home.”
“Thanks again Molly!”
Molly smiled as she pushed her ginger hair out of her face. Molly was pretty much the only employee that knew me on a personal level. Most know my name but not my face.
Dread set in as the elevators open. The normally calming elevator’s music now pierced my ears. My fingers dig into my palms as my breathing quickens. Why? Why am I terrified to see my parents? There is my mother and father, the people who made me and raised me. So, why do I feel my heart climbing out of my chest? I can’t silence my heartbeat. Before, I couldn’t stay in human form but now I’m stuck in my human body. Trapped.
What seemed to be hours, the elevator doors opened revealing the door to ‘home’. Wiping off the sweat on my hands onto my pants, I open the white wooden door to be met with freezing cold air. Shivering went down my spine, as I wandered further in trying to distract myself. My body moved towards my room on autopilot and locked the door. Once the door was locked, I slid down the doors onto the floors. Bringing up my knees to my face, tears prick in my eyes I stared at the worn wooden floor.
I don’t know how long I let tears fall but it was long enough for the noise of a door opening to startle me.
“Avliso Widow,” my name falling out of her mouth sounded horrible. Quickly, I wiped my tears and composed myself. “Coming mother,” it sounded so wrong.
“What are you wearing?”
“I apologise mother, I did not have enough time to prepare myself for your arrival,” my eyes were glued to the floor as she walked me.
“Next time then get up early so you look somewhat proper. You’re a Widow, act like one.”
“Yes mother,” I hated how my voice cracked. The feeling of her eyes staring, judging me behind me, made goosebumps scatter around my body. “Go now and prepare yourself for dinner with your sister and brother. Do not make fool out of us again Avliso.”
“Yes mother.”
Dinner was a blur. Mindless chatter adoring expensive dark clothes and a stern face like a Widow should. Evey dinner was the same. Only speak when talked too, eat silently and gracefully, do not smile and stand up straight.
I can not wait for school.
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