It was something akin to blinking however, it happened without the girl actually doing so. In a moment she was surrounded by pure darkness, one that seemed to be from the abyss itself, the next very moment and with said phenomenon, the girl surroundings have switched in a blink of an eye.
“Huff! Huff!”
The girl breathes heavily, not only the cold is making her do so, her current emotional state is forcing her. The cold darkness has now transformed into a scene that can be described easily. A scene that resembles the middle of the woods on a winter night, a night where the snow has been falling down for a few hours, covering the hibernated trees, the flora that survives the harsh winter and the ground where this girl is standing. There are no civilizations near this area, allowing the girl to be able to see the starry sky as otherwise, thanks to the pollution this wouldn’t be possible at all. However, this is not the only thing this girl can see, an aurora boreal is also easy to spot, with vibrant green colours to it and with a wave type shape to it.
“Gasp…”
The girl has no clue on what she can or has to do. Her eyes cannot look elsewhere as they stare at a round “object” that seems to be in the sky, an object that seems more with a shape of an “eye” rather than round. However, the girl is unable to understand this change of scenery, the “object” is captivating her mind, allowing her gaze to be upon it and yet, that’s the only thing she can comprehend in this moment.
You sure have grown, haven’t you?
The voice comes from behind the girl, but she’s unable to look backwards, something is stopping her from doing so. Her body starts to shake violently, her hands are the ones that are most noticeable of such an act, her mouth trembles as her lips waver uncontrollably and her golden eyes easily and quickly become wet.
Shame I couldn’t witness.
Her voice is much colder than before, harsher even and the girl can feel the gaze from said voice. After all-
It’s your fault
It really was your fault.
This voice is slightly louder than the previous one, firmer and more aggressive but it’s also coming from behind her.
“No…”
Snow noises!
The legs of the girl lost all of their strength, making her fall down to the ground, to the snow that is covering it. It’s cold and thanks to her “soft” attire, the coldness quickly spreads to the rest of her body.
“It wasn’t my fault…”
Her voice is weak, it trembles uncontrollably and, the tone of it, does the same thing, getting quieter and quieter as she expresses her denial for what they accused her.
It wasn’t your fault? How can you say such a thing?
Your mother is right, we are dead because of your weakness.
It was your fault
Both of their voices are sharp and aggressive, their words almost seem like knives, ones that they are throwing at the girl with such violence that it makes her unable to believe what’s happening as her heart bleeds thanks to it.
“I did everything I could…”
No, you didn’t
Even though these weak words came out from the girl's mouth, she does not believe them at all. A mere sentence to make her feel “better” for what happened to her parents.
Hahaha! Yeah, of course! What else are you going to say? That he was too strong for you?
His voice is loud as he laughs, but he quickly changes his tone of voice to a sharp one, one that is destroying whatever the girl might excuse herself with.
“He was an S rank monster… How could I’ve defeated him?”
A mere excuse from her, but one that once again, she’s not believing it at all. After all, she did defeat such a foe.
And? You still defeated him. How could you have not used that power when we needed it?
You killed them
IT’s your fault
No, no, no, no no no no no no no no no
The girl brings both of her hands to her pale face as she denies what they are saying, as she denies the truth that is coming from their mouth. Her left hand is grasping the left check while the other one, she drags it towards her forehead, grasping it at the same time. Her eyes are wide open, filled with complete and utter despair. Her mouth is wide open as she does her best to deny the truth. Her breath is rapid and chaotic as her heart tries to run from out of her chest and towards the abyss. To her, it is her fault that tragic event happened to her parents.
Even after what YOU did to us, now you can’t face us? Are you regretting your choices and course of actions?
No, she’s not regretful at all. She’s only disgusted at what happened to us, at what she allowed to happen. It was quite the scene after all.
Their tone of voices are even more fierce and aggressive than before, their words are aimed at the girl's heart, aimed at what she did to them. Just like they said, she cannot face them even though they are right behind her a mere and few insignificant centimetres. Her heart is aching and yet, her golden eyes have lost any “wetness” on them, almost as if she doesn't care about them.
She doesn’t
“Wait, wait, wait!”
Is it the despair taking over her rational thought? She screams as loud as her weak longs allow her to, as loud as her quivering voice allows her to, as loud as her dead heart allows her to. The girl failed to see this but, in this precise moment, the “object” in the sky is finally open, reliving whatever it is.
It’s the all-seeing eye.
The one that has seen everything the girl has done, all of her evil deeds towards her own parents. What an awful human being. It has a sharp look to it, glowing with a mix of hues of red and orange but with a pupil that is fully red and one that resembles the pupil of a Demon. The eye is crying, crying blood from both sides as it understands and sees the unfortunate and miserable situation of the girl's parents and how said girl could do and allow for such a thing to happen to them.
Look at us! Don’t be a coward! I didn’t raise you to be in this way!
Face us Kiana, look at what happened to us thanks to you!
Look at them
“Gasp!”
The voices are screaming at the girl, begging her to be accountable for what she did, for what she allowed to happen to them. Air really is missing from her rapid beating heart as she desperately gasps for air however, it seems her mind has finally come to terms, forced at such. She slowly turns around, still in the ground as she’s far too cowardly to get up and face the consequences of her actions.
“No…”
It’s your fault
“It’s not my fault…”
Yes, it is
“I-I…”
Is that the only thing you can say to us?
You really are despicable, aren’t you?
In front of the girl, two figures stand, one that belongs to a man and another to a woman, both of them older than the girl. However, they don’t have a physical form to them, just a silhouette of such, one that is white around the edges and with a transparent look on their bodies. Even with this, anyone can still see what the girl allowed to happen to them even though she keeps on denying everything.
Your mother was the first one, did you know that?
Of course not, she was not there.
“I…”
The words are not coming out from the girl's mouth, they are unable to do so. Her mind is blank as it tries to picture and fathom what really happened to them as she sees their state. The man is missing his head, part of his right arm is gone, while his left leg is facing the complete direction. The woman is not in a batter state as half of her body is gone, the lower half. Her left arm is also gone.
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What type of tragedy happened to them to reach such a state?
A tragedy caused by her
Can’t say anything? How about this-
Snap!
The man snaps his fingers and with it, part of the right arm of the girl is gone and her left leg is facing the complete direction it should be. There’s no pain, these people in front of her are that merciful, the complete opposite of her and yet, the girl slowly stares at the missing part of her arm and with it, she does nothing at all, facing the two of them right after.
“What do you want from me!”
The girl broke down, screaming and shouting at them, at her very own parents.
Is that how you speak to your father!?
“Shut up! Shut up!”
There is rage on the girl's golden eyes, hatred even, making her raise her left arm towards them. She’s ready to do something to them, ready to make them disappear but this time, by her very own small, weak, cowardly hands. Ones that are filled with blood from her awful decisions, ones that are about to get covered with even more blood but this time around, with one that was caused directly by her.
Ah, you really are that wretched… Why did I even sacrifice myself for your sorry self?
“Eh?”
The voice is coming from behind the girl, a voice that she knows well and a voice that belongs to someone that, it’s as important as her parents. For the first time, her golden eyes are weeping, tears are caressing her sickening face as they fall down to the snow, melting it from the temperatures of her evil nature.
“Not you too…”
Why is it so hard to believe? After all, it’s your fault.
It’s your fault
“No, she wouldn’t say such a thing to me. None of them would either...”
The girl is denying everything, she’s covering her ears with both of her hands so that she cannot hear the truth coming out from the mouths that she wronged. She’s closing her eyes to the truth that is being laid out by those that were wronged by her and suffered the consequence of such. She’s in disbelief, these people are not the ones that she knows, something that her wicked mind is thinking to protect her. However as slowly as she can, she turns around, seeing the person that is behind.
Aaaaaaaaaa!
For how long as the girl lungs allow and for how loud they allow, she screams at the top of her longs as she finally realizes what she truly has done. Tears are falling down her golden eyes just like a cascade does when falling down the mountain.
No, no, no, no no no no no no no no no
Once again, she brings both of her hands to her head, holding and pulling her soft platinum-pink hair to the sides, all of this while she denies her fault and influence of such tragedies.
I despise you and what you did to us.
You shouldn’t have been born.
You’re nothing more than a vile wicked woman that deserves the worst.
You killed all of them
It’s your fault they are dead
“Aaaaaaaaaa!”
“Gasp!”
Kiana wakes up abruptly while screaming at the top of her lungs at the same time. What just happened? She was chasing behind the bright lights and, that’s it really, I don’t remember anything else… Whatever, I can think about it later after all, she sure has a damn look on her face.
“Gasp! Huff!”
She still is sweating profusely, not only that, she’s gasping for air and breathing heavily right after it, almost as if she was being choked by someone or something. For brief seconds she looks around her room, it seems she’s confused to what is happening. To make it even worse, she has a terrified look on her golden eyes, almost as if she has just seen a ghost of some sort.
“What was I doing? I can’t remember…”
Well, it seems I was not the only one who cannot remember what happened, giving out the impression that she was having a nightmare rather than a normal dream, one that in my opinion, it was caused by her fever and overall sickness. I really don’t understand why our mind does this when we are vulnerable but, maybe that is the reason why? Maybe our mind also gets “weaker” when our physical body does?
Don’t ever forget what you did to them
After reaching the conclusion that she was having a “dream”, we can see the look on her face slowly getting relaxed, however, something else quickly appears on her mind and in this case, what time is it? For how long was she sleeping? With this in mind she looks towards the clock, one that is small and right next to her, to her right a top of a bedside table to be precise. A bedside table that is made of wood, Mahogany wood I think, with a simple design and with exactly two drawers. The clock also seems to follow the same simple design, just a “rectangle” with 20 centimetres of height, another 20 centimetres or so of length and close to 35 centimetres of width. Made of plastic and coloured with a dark shade of black however, this clock is for the digital side, telling the hours, the day of the month, the month of course and even the current season on a small screen. The first time she has seen this clock, it was also the first time that she has seen a digital clock so, anyone can guess the sheer shock, surprise and even excitement in her face and in her body language. Ah, I’m yapping, it’s currently 01:03 am or in other words, she slept for a little more than 1 hour.
“It still is early in the night…”
And her face is completely relaxed per say and, she’s not wrong but not right either. If she didn’t have to wake up at around 7 am I would say she’s more than right but, with only 6 hours of sleep? And for someone that is sick? Yep, not enough time at all. Oh well, either way, as slowly and as gently as she can, she once again lies down in the bed, facing the ceiling once she’s fully laid down. The sheets below her are of course, wet and she’s feeling it, her pyjama dress is also the same way and her petite body suffers the same consequence because of it. She really is sweating but, since she’s feeling so weak and hot, she has no strength to either take another shower, change pyjamas and or the bed sheets.
Tick! Tock!
The room should be in complete silence and “dark” thanks to being night. The windows on her “house” are double glazed, preventing the sounds from the outside from coming to the inside and yet, I don’t know if it’s because she’s sick but, the digital clock sure is loud... I believe that in this case, she could probably hear it from all the way in the kitchen for example. I’ve actually heard a theory that, we humans, we should actually be able hear said clock from the next very room, one that is separated by a normal brick wall however, thanks to the evolution of civilization and the increase of “business” of the city, us humans lose that small ability early on in life thanks to the constant and loud sounds of the city.
Tick! Tock!
And once again I’m yapping about nonsense. However, she’s not falling asleep at all, she slowly brings her left hand towards her forehead and it still is as hot as before. Either the medicine and the tea are not doing anything at all or they are preventing it from getting worse.
They are dead because of you
“Huff…”
Her breathing is getting irregular for some reason, at the same time, she covers both of her eyes with her left arm. Is she getting worse? She also starts to shake; we can easily see her left tender hand shake with some “force” behind it. Maybe she’s feeling cold?
It’s your fault
Tick! Tock!
“Why is it so loud…”
The clock seems to be getting louder, to the point that she goes from covering her eyes to covering both of her ears. Looking at the digital clock once again, it’s 01:15 am, only a few minutes have gone by and yet, to our lovely and sick Kiana, it seems like an eternity.
“Huff…”
Ba-dum! Ba-dum!
This was expected to happen, thanks to her irregular and long breaths, her heartbeat, it’s also beating in an irregular way and, thanks to the silence that consumes the entirety of her “house”, just like the ticking sound of the digital clock, one that is artificially caused by a specific mechanism on it, the sound of her irregular heartbeat is also heard in said silence. Something is making her feel… Panic? Is it panic? But why, why is she feeling like this?
What is happening?
Never forget it
Drip!
Sweat descends down her slightly red cheeks, dripping down to the sheets beneath her, ones that already are wet. However, in this case, I think this “sweat” is coming from her eyes, her closed and covered eyes. I don’t know what she’s feeling, what she’s thinking about, what her rapid mind is doing, she has closed herself to the world, in this very moment even I can’t understand what she’s going through. She’s really sick, isn’t she? I’m feeling bad now, I already was but, this is just on another level man!
However, with my help, that will never happen again
You can trust me
“…Huff…”
Wait, her breathing is getting more regular and the same can be said about her heartbeat. In fact, it’s close to 02:00 am and it seems this painful episode is finally over as she seems to have fall asleep. Whatever was going through her convoluted mind, it seems she has found some type of closure to it, allowing her to fall asleep and rest.
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“It’s morning already…”
Time did its thing just like it has done and will always do. It’s morning just as she said, however, her digital clock still hasn’t gone mental per say, meaning that, either she missed the alarm or, it still is early. It’s 06:45 am, a little bit early however, a good time to get out of bed and take a shower as she really is soaking wet from all of her sweat. Before that, she still has a sick look on her face, and she’s frowning her eyebrows. Yep, her mood is beyond bad and to make it even worse, it seems today will be raining as the sky is quite cloudy and ones that are for the grey side. Before taking a shower, she did go to the kitchen first to drink some water and to take more medicine as she was more than feeling dizzy while at the same time, still feeling quite weak, as she dragged her silklike barefoot to the kitchen rather than walking. As calmly as she can, she goes on with her normal routine, but it really is more than evident that she's not feeling well. Once she was done, she went to the Academy and to be honest, she should’ve just stayed home. Not only did it start to rain mid-way, the moment she enters the classroom and goes to her regular seat, she’s met with a rather unpleasant surprise.
“Disgusting!
Ugly!
Poor!
Get out of here you witch!
Whor-”
You get the point, her table is filled with these types of words, these disgusting words. They are everywhere you can think of and to make things worse, they were written with a permanent marker and it also seems this was done either a few hours ago or maybe even the previous day. This is rather odd and unpleasant, Kiana has been keeping a low profile (that’s what she thinks) and yet, she’s now getting bullied... Maybe she was mistaken by someone else? With the same look she has since morning, she looks around the class, maybe she can find the culprit? Or at least find someone that has seen anything? It’s just shy from 8 am so the class is nowhere near full, there are a few rich students in their respective area, one from the “average” group is sat down reading whatever and there is one that is in a similar situation as Kiana, she also got enrolled but, on her case, it was thanks to her brilliant grades rather than her magic power. Either way, both of us think that no one here would do such a thing to her. I do have a possibility in mind, since that girl sits right in front of Kiana, maybe they were targeting her and did an “upsie”? Although, would such people make a mistake like that? Hmm, maybe it was someone from the outside, someone that does not belong to this class? If that’s the case I can see them making said mistake however, I don’t think the girl in front of her draws that much attention either...
“Sigh… it seems I just have to clean it up.”
Well, with the biggest annoyed look on her face and with a massive headache, with both Hydro and Pyro magic, she starts her cleaning. She uses a simple Hydro spell to wet the table but before that, with another simple Pyro spell, she first heats up said water, allowing her to easily clean the permanent ink that it actually is not permanent… Huh, I wonder why they call it like that if it's not permanent at all? Either way, even though she’s nowhere near a good condition and mood for it, she still has demonstrated a beautiful display of double usage of two different spells from two different elements at the same time. It really is not easy at all to use two spells at once, I can do it but, I’m the Hero so, that’s expected however, using two different elements at once, that it’s a feat even harder than the previous ones and only people like myself and sages, we are the ones that can do this “easily”. But, while I’m shocked for her mastery of magic usage, it seems no one else is noticing that. Ignorant will be ignorant I guess, the rest of her day goes normal, no one messed with her, no one made fun of her and so on, it really was a normal boring day, one that was raining all day. At 14 pm she was supposed to be in Anya's special class and she did go there. However, the moment that Anya's green but somewhat sharp eyes see Kiana's current condition, I think anyone can deduct what happened next. She gave Kiana some medicine and told her to go home so that she could rest.
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