Chapter 9

(Guys, this chapter is sensitive, all of it is and I poured my heart into this and these are my real feelings, so please be nice, to me, yourself and others who know this pain)

Ophelia's pov:

Everything is blurry but it all looks familiar. The tall buildings on the street with gangways between each one. The many windows that live in the walls of the buildings. I'm walking down the street. This all is so familiar but no matter how much I rub my eyes I can't see clearly. I look down to the sidewalk and it's so blurry. I look up to the night sky but can't see anything. I walk down this blurry street and it becomes cold. I fold my arms together and hunch forward. A white van drives down the street to me. I keep walking as the van passes by. There is nothing on the street besides me and the van. I hear the van stop behind me. I can feel my heartbeat increase and something tells me to run. I walk faster, as fast as my bare feet and blurry vision let me. I hear the van doors slide open. I start running. I hear footsteps running behind me. It's two sets. They start getting closer. And closer. Till a hand grabs me. Everything gets more blurry. I see the van pull up right next to me. Someone picks me up. I do everything I possibly can to get free. I bite, yell, kick and scream but I'm thrown into the van. This is horrible. Two figures tower over me. 'what is this pretty little thing doing out here by herself?' 'don't worry sweetheart, this won't hurt' someone grabs me before everything goes black.

I wake up and see someone at the end of the bed.

Seth's pov:

I'm about to go to bed. I've been up too long looking at the house I haven't been in for so long. I walk down the hall and turn the corner when I hear an ear piercing scream. I rub my ears. Who the hell is screaming this late and why? They better have a damn good reason. I walk back down the hall and I hear another scream. Oh shit it's coming from Ophelia's room. If anyone somehow got in, they'll be sorry. I open the door but no one else is in here.

Just her and she's crying. Why is she crying? Did she have a nightmare? I walk over to the bed and her eyes shoot open and she stares at me in absolute fear. She probably doesn't know she's awake yet so I just wait.

After a while her breathing calms. I'll take that as a sign that she is more awake. She sits up and brings her knees to herself and looks at me. She looks terrified. I crawl into the bed and sit right in front of her on my knees. "Are you alright?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "Com'ere." I hold my arms out and use one to bring her to me, I wrap my arms around her like one does to a baby that is crying. I rock us back and forth for a while.

She finally falls back asleep so I put her back down onto her bed and get off it. I put the blanket over her and walked out of the room. My ears still hurt. I didn't know such a small person could scream so loud. Maybe tomorrow will make her feel better.

I walk to my room and remember that I'll have to wear normal clothes tomorrow. Damn clothes. I open the door and walk over to my bed. I sit on the bed and remember these huge wings. I forgot how to sleep with wings.

*Time skip to thy morning*

The sun shines through the windows and the lights to the hall turn on. At least the magic in the lights didn't wear out. I look out the window, it's still pretty early. I look around the room, it looks the same as before, just dustier.

I get out of the bed and walk over to the wardrobe. I open it and look at the clothes. There's not much. I gave Ophelia the smallest clothes I own and they're still huge on her. I hope she was able to stay asleep, I didn't hear anything else throughout the night.

I found some clothes that look decent I guess. At least they aren't full of years worth of blood. I walk back over to the bed and throw the clothes onto it. I sit down on the bed and look at the wall.

Ophelia's pov:

The darkness looks lighter. I open my eyes. Oh it's just the sunlight. I look around but why am I upside down on the bed?? I look behind me and see the pillows. I look at the blanket and half of it is off the bed. How did this happen? I roll onto my back and sit up. The light from the light smacks the hell out of me. Why is it so bright? It was this bright on the streets but the sun wasn't also white and magical. I lay back down and look at the ceiling.

I look at the mirror in the bathroom. I still wonder what those brown dots are. I look at my teeth. They're so ugly, I want white teeth too. Maybe the man knows how to fix them. He fixed my hair.

I walk out of the bathroom and look around the hallway. I wonder how it's lit up, there's not really any windows and the hallway is short, it's big but short. Where is he? I didn't think of this part. I don't know how to find him. Maybe if I slam the door again like last time. I walk over to the bedroom door and slam it as much as I can. I open the door back up and look around the hallway.

He doesn't appear. Maybe he's somewhere else. Where would he be though? Maybe he's down the stairs. I walk to the stairs and lean against the railing to look down. There's 2 floors under this one. What's on the 2nd floor and the rest of the 1st floor? I want to go down and look.

I look at the steps and back down. What if I walked down the stairs? But then the man might get mad at me. He never said I could go down there, just up here. I don't want to break his rules in his house. I'm lucky I'm even here.

The stairs are tall. And I'm on the 3rd floor. I look at the ground at the bottom floor, what if I just jumped? What if I swung over the railing or just leaned a bit too far and accidentally let go. Would I hit the ground like a pancake? Would I fall like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day? What if I survived. I don't think I would but there's a possibility.

I don't want to be in that pain. I don't want to make the man mad with my unsuccessful attempt. What if I make him disappointed? What if I'm disappointed? That I can't even die, so useless that I can't even end all of this. Or maybe I'll feel stupid after it. It could be a lost cause. Go through all that trouble just for pain or I could be successful and be free.

The urge to lean forward is so strong, so damn strong. But something could go wrong. What if I miss out on something? The man said today would be fun and he fixed my hair and gave me new clothes. I wouldn't even be alive long enough to get used to nice hair or clothes. What if he really does care? What if he plans on fixing everything and I ruin it by dying.

I'm so selfish. Thinking about dying. I'm horrible. I could miss out on so much. I haven't even had spaghetti yet, I haven't slept for a week straight yet. I haven't had a pet yet. I haven't had a shower yet. I haven't had normal food yet. I haven't had soda yet. I haven't had ice cream yet. I haven't worn a dress yet. I haven't even felt love ever before. What if I get to do any of those things in the future? I would miss out on it if I end up on the floor right now.

I turn around and sit against the railing. And just look down the hallway. Maybe I'm not supposed to die yet. Maybe I am supposed to die. I don't know. I can't even decide if I want to die, how pathetic. I'm so fucking pathetic. I can't even decide my own fate. Maybe that's why God is supposed to decide it. This supposed god that everyone talks good about. If he's so damn good then why does he let me suffer like this? I did nothing wrong to him. I don't even know if he's real.

All those damn people talking about how we're his children and how he made us and our future. It's so stupid. What's the point of even living if we're going to die? And what's the point of being immortal if we will just suffer with no escape? There's no damn point of living. None at all. And all that 'its to help other people' nonsense is bullshit. We wouldn't need to help each other if we weren't alive in the first place.

I look up to the ceiling. "What did I ever fucking do to deserve this? What did I do?" I feel tears on my face, "what did I do to deserve this life? I did nothing to you…"