OMG, OMG, OMG, I AM SO SORRY! IT'S BEEN LIKE THREE WEEKS SINCE I UPLOADED,
AND I FEEL HORRIBLE! FIRST OF ALL, I WAS GROUNDED, THEN MY DAD WAS
WORKING, AND NOW SCHOOL! But still, there is a good part! At school I can write in my
notebook at free times, and guess what? I have already written three chapters! So expect
a chapter today or tomorrow, or If I don't, I AM SO SORRY. Gahhhh, so many times I had
said that I was going to write but then not being able too. Guys I'm really sorry that
sometimes I say I can write but then can't, so at the end of this chapter I'll just say, "That
maybe I can write soon", for so long I can't be guaranteed to be writing a lot. Anyways
please enjoy this chapter!
Nya's Pov
Right when I walked through the, emergency door frame something was strangely wrong. It
wasn't the worse I've seen of Kai, but his appearance was, questionable. The first thing that
caught my blue eyes was the strange stitch across his, pale, right hand. Another thing was that
he looked as if he had no sleep or nothing to eat, and was clearly obvious that he didn't eat
dinner as his dinner tray still had all the food and was on the tiled floor. And lastly, his face
features were the strangest, dark circles laid beneath his staggered eyes, a frown showing his
real emotions laid across his lips as if him trying to pretend to be happy just seemed he just
gave up trying to lie to everyone. Like he didn't care. Then his eyes, his eyes….. Scared me to
no end. His eyes were dull and lifeless, his green that used to shine brightly was now almost
drained out, the only thing that really stood out was the small line of an golden, yellow. That
yellow, was the last thing I wanted to see. It sourly reminded me of, her. That torturous machine
the forced me to be perfect, and the person who abused Kai to no end. That yellow seemed to
be the exact color of her eyes, Bella's eyes. "Now Nya," I could just hear her cold, and
manipulative voice as her hands ticked up my spine, her fingernails seemed to lightly stab me
as with each jab that thrashed down on me. Her curly, red hair I could feel intensely by my neck
as her rosy sent caught through my senses. I was currently doing balla, a thing she would
usually make me do, I had to be perfect or else I could get the same punishment as my brother.
I didn't want to be hurt.
I have to be good, a good girl.
I had a pink dress shadowed my body as Christmas songs stained the noises, my eyes looking
up at that horrible monster. "Now Nya, again! Dance perfectly, be obedient, keep your neck
straight and your back in a good position, be gracious or you will get the exact punishments as
your brother, you don't want that now do you?" Her voice was the only thing that I was hearing, I
didn't listen to the songs booming through the back round, I only focused on her voice, making
sure to hear everything and do that thing almost right away, I didn't want punishments like my
brother, I didn't want to be hurt, and I admit I was pretty selfish. I didn't want to go through the
same thing as my brother, I honestly back then, didn't want to help him. I just wanted to stay out
of trouble, to stay out of Bella's way, I just wanted to be the obedient, perfect girl Bella wanted
me to be. But yet I still hated Bella, more than anything in the world. But I had to be her image,
or else I would be hurt. So I continued, I positioned my back, kept my neck straight and kept
dancing without stopping, my feet pounding down on the tile as Bella just laughed and clapped,
her voice echoing through the dank room where I practiced in. The room only had one light,
hanging formally above me, a chair sitting in the right corner of the room where Bella would
naturally sit at, but right now she was standing up looking intensely at me. The floor's were gray
as so was the wall's, the room wasn't clean like the rest of the house, after all Bella was pretty
rich but for some reason she never spent her money, the only thing she would spend money on
were study supplies for Kai, food, and knives. Sometimes she would spend money for me,
especially for my lessons, but mostly she would spend half of her money mostly on torture
weapons for Kai, to perfectly make him scream out in terror as she would introduce him to her
new found, "toys", Bella sickened me half to death, but for some reason I wanted her praise,
and that was just plain greedy. After about ten more minutes, Bella finally stopped the music and
patted me on the head, it was usually hard to get any applause from that monster but I
graciously accepted it. "Now Nya stay in this room, I'm going to check your check on your dear
brother, now be a good girl." At her words I choked up, my eyes widening. I knew exactly what
she was going to do to Kai. And as if my scared face satisfied her, she smiled brightly, and
seemed to almost laugh at my scared expression before deciding to leave the room, her heels
clicking against the cold floors, as her hair trailed behind her. I waited patiently, my face covered
in makeup which Bella forced upon me to put on, and minutes after, Kai's screams echoed
through the whole house. Coming back to the present, I looked at Jay worriedly because of
Kai's current position, and to my relief Jay had the same expression. Jay was the first to say
something breaking the strange silence, as Kai just continued to stare at us, as if he was in a
trance to not look away and not to do anything else. And for a single moment the yellow in his
eyes seemed to flash making it even look more like Bella's eyes, making me shiver horribly. "Kai
are you ok? Your eyes are strange, and why do you have a stitch on your right hand?" Jay's
comment stole all of my thoughts as Kai just looked confused, the yellow in his eyes suddenly
becoming somewhat dull, the green in his eyes becoming suddenly bright as well, "What do you
mean?" My jaw somewhat dropped, his eyes just changed once again dramatically in within
seconds and he hasn't noticed his current state? He was horribly pale, and looked oddly tired
and hungry. And how hasn't he noticed his stitch? It was almost as he was lying, but yet wasn't
at the same time was telling the truth. His confused look wasn't forced at all and so was the
confusion in his voice, but yet something lingered within my mind that was constantly telling me
that he was lying. This got me stuck, and horribly got chills down my spine, for once I couldn't
read my brother.
But I could always read him. I know him.
He is my brother, I know him. I know him, I know him, I know him.
Or do I really?
For these past two days, he's becoming distant. He doesn't usually lie, no, he never lied a lot
especially to the people who he trusted.
Dear brother, what is wrong with you?
Welp I hoped you enjoyed! And please forgive me for not writing a lot! But for sure i'm writing right after this.