Chapter 1
Merlyn Johnson looked at herself in the mirror. A year ago, someone might have called her beautiful. High cheekbones, midnight-black hair, pale, sea-blue eyes. Now, she was too pale, her wrist burning with the scar from her suicide attempt.
Her biological father had gone missing about a month before she was born. She than lived with her mother until she was five, when her mother died in a bank-robbery. After that, the Andersons adopted her, but she kept her real name. She had many good friends; her BFF Gwen, the pranksters Gwaine and Percival, the Princess (Gwaines idea) Arthur, and Gwen's brother Elyan. However, when a financial crisis hit the city, most of the city was abandoned, as a lot of them moved or went to cheaper schools.
Since all her friends moved away or transferred schools, her life went down the drain. Her only support was her adopted sister Freya, but she had died in a car-accident. On her table was several papers strewn around; old letters from her pen pal Lancelot. She had laughed at his name first, but she should not judge, her name was very close to Merlin after all. It was a year since she had heard from him, even though she kept sending him letters. Until now. Apparently, he had just received her letters, as he lives in Spain, and he was worried. He had told her that his parents had agreed to take her in, so she could come to them if she needed it. And she did. She was happy that she had learned several languages, including Spanish.
Slowly, she began to put them back into her folder along the photo he send of himself. As she packed two bags of clothes, electronics, books and all of her other stuff, she was kind of hoping someone would come and convince her to stay. Even if she knew, it was impossible. She had already written a note for her family, even if she did not exist to them.
I don't care if you see this, because I'll already be gone by then.
I've changed my name and the chips on my credit card and sim-card so you can't trace me.
I'm sick of this place. A friend and their has taken me in.
Don't come looking for me.
Merlyn.
PS: if you are capable of caring, tell my friends, would you.
She zipped up her bags, grabbed her new passport, plane-ticket, and the papers that declared her able to do this. It wasn't hard to have them sign her papers; she just told them it was school-stuff. They didn't even bother to read it. She walked out the door, throwing her key in the dumpster. On the street-corner, she could see her ex Will and his goons. They were laughing at some joke - probably about her - but she ignored them, and walked over to the nearest cab.
"Heathrow Airport please," she told the driver, who just pulled out and drove off. As she stuck her head out the window, she could see Will & co. staring at her, but she just flipped them a finger as the cab turned around the corner. When she finally arrived at the airport and got through security, she sat down, put her headphones in, took out her notepad and began to write song-lyrics, just because she could. She smiled as the plane took off into the air.
As she went out of the gate, she was surprised to see a few people waiting for her, holding a sign with her new name, Lynn Aria, and she realized it was Lancelot and his parents. After they all introduced themselves and drove home, Lynn discovered that she finally felt at peace again.
Lancelot du Lacs home was a big villa on the outskirts of town. It was a big white building with a big lawn and a pool. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside, and had several big rooms. After Lynn had put her bags in one of the spare ones, dinner was served. After dinner, Lancelot's parents had gotten her a place at his school, so she could start Monday. And for once, they both felt completely happy.
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Back in London, Merlyn's 'family' had found the note, and started to panic. They hadn't realized just how much pressure they had put on her or themselves. They immediately called all her friends, but no one had even seen her, not since Will saw her in the cab. They tried calling her, but their numbers were all blocked. After calling the police, everybody had realized that they might have lost her already.
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Sooo. Yeah. I'm evil. But it gets better, promise!
This story is inspired by the Merlin-fanfic 'This Is How I Disappear' by AngelOfChaos12. Check it out, it's AWESOME!
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