Chapter 35
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Hi everyone!
I know, long time no see. I have lame excuses, but I can't really help them.
I just have a lot of exams now, and have recently started a new drama school which is much more complex than the last, and I have an audition next weekend! Super nerve wracking!
Thanks to Unexpainable Awesomeness for the review! I really wish there was more... Anyhow. If I get a lot of views/ reviews, I will write as soon as I can, so fingers crossed I still have followers! Lol.
I am back in England for good now- But I am going to Austria next month. ( Don't ask, I travel!)
Host sequel... Can't WAIT!
Enjoy!
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Wanda POV
Once my whole entire world had resurfaced, everything gradually came to be clear again. Earlier on, my mind had been filled with mist- the heavy walls of blackness weighing me down, my eyes clogged up and my veins throbbing with every pulse of blood that was forced through my body.
Why had I been like that? What had actually gone wrong?
Those answers were still foreign to me, although I was secretly determined to unlock whatever chest they had buried themselves deeply into. Even if I had answered a great deal of the lingering questions, I was never quite satisfied. There was always one question which I failed to answer, no matter what. That fact was a laborious identity which I was just going to have to deal with.
It had been something in the food- I could tell now that Melanie and I had summoned up some combined strength to seek an answer which made sense to not just one mind, but to the both of us. It made sense that way, even if working together didn't' always happen to be a successful route to take. It wasn't a wise one anyway.
I could hear someone occasionally murmuring my name- Ian. Ian was with me. One of the brothers. He was here- He had been just along the passage when it happened. Even if his kindness softened my suspicions, Melanie was not quite so keen to knock him off as a suspect.
'He's still not one of you Wanderer', she had reminded me. 'All is fair in a war'.
Her vivid memories that she had enforced into my train of thoughts had been enough for me to surrender, giving up on Ian completely in her favour. Unluckily for me, I could trust no one. Absolutely no one... Except Mel... she would help me, wouldn't she?
Once the mist had proved absent, and the heavy walls of blackness all but a memory, I had began to realize that I was stalling again, like my fist time awakening on earth. I had listened to the Seeker and Fords Deep Waters in their mesmerising conversation- No, not the seeker. My seeker.
I had been able to open my eyes- The worst had been over, like now. Although I hadn't wanted to open my eyes. It didn't happen to be so much as not wanting to anymore. It was more about fear. The strong scent hovering in the air all around me...
A whimper escaped my lips as I began to state the obvious. This was bad. Very bad. I wasn't going to last five more seconds in this place. It was like my death sentence had already begun.
A hand brushed past my ear, resting on my forehead. It was an odd notion. Seeing as they were all going to kill me.
The physical contact was enough to drive me out of my trance, my head shooting up as I scuttled on all fours away from where I had sensed the incoming. If they were coming, I would always have to run. I would never be safe here... never...
All too late, I came to face the sharp pain spreading up my back, as I took in my situation briefly. In the process of escape, I had solidly collided with the edge of the cavern rock, the blood staining the sand and dirt encrusted shirt that I imagined looked no better than an old piece of moulded cloth.
Then it hit me. I had hit the edge- There was nowhere left to run. Another yelp escaped my lips.
Hands traced my back- I didn't like them. Melanie didn't like them. It was all coming too quickly- Far too fast for my approved liking. That was what did it. My fault. Announcing defeat only made it worse. Of course Melanie would break through. Of course she would. Just like last time...
Suddenly Melanie was in control. The hands clawing and punching the human in front of me were not mine. The violent kicks that shuddered through my legs were not mine. They were hers.
All hers.
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The next thing I knew, I was gasping for air, strong arms pinning me to the mattress beneath me. The energy that flowed through my body was now mine. All mine. She had done it again. Just like last time.
I moaned as the pain from the arch of my back rattled through my structure, blood boiling on surfaces of skin. The tears I cried were not from the pain- They were mine all right. It was because yet again, we had harmed an innocent... well, almost. I had harmed an innocent. It was always my fault.
As the salt water pooled underneath my eyelids, forming countless puddles, warm beneath cool, the face above me turned from bewildered to regretful. I knew what he was thinking- Either he wanted to kill me, and he still hadn't admitted it yet, or that he was sorry. Sorry that he had hurt me. Sorry for everything- I knew the drill. Melanie knew the drill. She was angry- I was... not.
As soon as my torso slumped back into the mattress, his hands released me, now positioned in the air above his head. A surrender. None of it made any sense.
He bit his lip, his forehead creasing as he frowned. As helpless as I was, I simply did one thing. Now that I was fully awake, roused to complete and perfected awareness, I did the one thing that I had longed to do most.
I cried.
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Hope you liked it! It's short, but better than nothing right?