So, this is a side book to explain what happened from Estela's POV instead of Veronica's. I decided to make this so you readers know where she came from. I'm thinking of making this another series in general. If you want it to be just one book, let me know, if youdon'twant it to be, then also let me know. If you don't care, no need to comment, but ideas are appreciated.
Also, these poems and stuff are Veronica writing to Estela after she's left. They'll appear in 'There's A Monster In Me' as well. That's book 1, by the by, which is in progress!
Enjoy and onwards~
'Why can't you hear the sorrow
That groan and plead for tomorrow?
When the rain falls down my face,
I beg to be taken from this place.
People call me fragile like glass
But those times flew past.
To be kept imprisoned where one does not belong.
Don't be too late or you'll miss this song.
Weeping bird, why do thee cry?
I watch you, forever kissing the sky.
Warmth is such a beautiful thing,
Yet delivers the most horrible sting.
I'm coming home, whilst leaving alone.
I'm going home, into the unknown.
Don't shed tears once you notice me,
For I'm where I'm happy, without feeling.
Stay laying in thy bed, my sweet.
I'm where I'm meant to be.
There are no sorrows,
Only the promise of tomorrow.'
Estela Soledad. That's my name, or it once was, before he took it away..
I never liked being normal. I dyed my hair every other week or when it started to fade. I wore boots, and my closet was filled with black, gray, red, and the occasional dark blue or purple. Make-up wasn't an option no matter what. A celebration, parties, holidays; nothing was exempt. Horror and fantasy were the genres I read. Sci-Fi wasn't really my thing. Poetry, writing books/fanfics, and drawing was how I dipped into my F-Zone (F= fantasy) when I finished a book or series. So, dreams of abnormal wants, but rather boring and normal life.
Until he offered me something I couldn't refuse.
Friday, October 13th
It was cold outside. Not thick-jacket temperatures, but was more of a long-sleeves-or-thin-coat weather. Leaves littered the ground, crunching under my shoes. Some floated down in the breeze, all red or brown.
My outfit consisted of a black scarf snuggly wrapped around my neck and the bottom portion of my face, black and blue horizontally striped fingerless gloves that were about two-and-a-half to three inches away from my elbows, a red and black checkered shirt without sleeves with a small bit of black mess from my neck to my shoulder blades, buttons, and flowed like a shirt-dress, black tights, and black sneakers. My royal purple hair was left down, half way between curly and wavy, and my sapphire blue eyes focused on the cement as I walked to school.
The wind whipped through the tree branches, making my hair fly around and lash my cheeks and eyes. I just kept going, ignoring the aggressiveness it gave my unnaturally colored locks.
On my way, I started to feel small droplets of rain kissing my skin, so I quickened my strides. The forecast had said it wouldn't sprinkle today. Go figure, the news was wrong for once. Note the sarcasm.
By the time I reached my destination, it was pouring outside. My clothes were practically soaked, dripping onto the white tiled floors. My shoes squeaked loudly, causing kids to give me agitated looks. Oh, I'm sorry. I should have known how the weather would be like. We were supposed to be psychics here at Martly High School. Note extra sarcasm.
My life wasn't that great, but it wasn't that bad either. I fell perfectly between the lines of good and bad experiences. I wasn't abused, but I was usually ignored. I didn't nearly die when I was younger, but I did break my wrist while climbing in a tree. I've never been majorly ill, but allergies came around 4 months out of the year. We've moved once or twice, but never long distances. My grades weren't in the low Cs, but they weren't high As. I've never flunked a grade, but haven't skipped ahead of any.
Do you know what 'Soledad' means? 'Loneliness,' and it fit me so well. Now, don't think I wasn't happy –life couldn't be easier- but it was unsatisfactory. Nothing exciting happened, no fun summer vacations, I had no pets to play with, and I was the 2nd eldest in 4 children.
Internet, movies, TV shows, anime, manga, and books helped me stay entertained. Of course I had a few chores to do, but with so many siblings, there were more people to take separate tasks, lessening the load per person.
A locker closed somewhere behind me. I heard footsteps trying to sneak up behind me. Immediately, I knew it was my best friend, being her dorky self again. As I felt her hands cover my eyes, I elbowed her side playfully.
"Does this ever work for you, Veronica?"
Grinning, she removed her hands from my orbs. I gave her a smile, showing I was joking around with her. It's not like she needed it to tell. You see, we have a close bond. We can normally understand each other more so than any twins, sisters, and such can.
"One of these days, Estela, I'll surprise you. I don't know when or what I'll use, but I will find a way!"
Laughing, we made our way to first period, which we shared.
"So, I see you went singing in the rain, huh?"
"Totally. I've waited all week to copy that movie, and I wasn't going to miss my chance. The only thing that was missing was my favorite, most trusted pal." She puffed up with pride, but I popped her bubble. "Jane the Killer."
She pretended to pout, sniffling in her emo corner. Damn, I couldn't stand seeing her that way, even though I knew she was faking it. But those puppy eyes.. How could I not want to make her happy?
"I'm sorry," I said, hugging her while stroking her hair. "I didn't mean it! You know you and I will always be friends."
"Really," she asked, looking up at me with those sparkling brown irises she possessed.
"Promise."
Giving me a satisfied smile, she nuzzled her face into my shoulder. I, too, smiled at her, meaning everything I said. We were always next to the other, sick or mad, sad or glad. E and V, as we dubbed each other when we watched Death Note, couldn't be broken apart by anything!
Or so we thought.