Absence
Author: June Bug
Disclaimer: I do not own (however much I try to) Escaflowne or any of its characters or places that are mentioned in the Escaflowne series or film that I may so happen to mention in my story.
Summary: You'll get the main gist of it from reading this first chapter. If indeed I add any more too it! Basically our beloved Dilly has returned but his memories of Celena are fresh in his mind and she tried to return again, leaving Dilly trapped with no where to go and no one to turn to. Or does he? Read and give reviews pleasu as I am a big far of reviews because they are fun to read and I like getting feedback!
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Dilandau shivered and reach for his glass but his uncontrollable shaking caused him to drop the glass. It smashed in to a thousand and one pieces. His life was already over.
He stood up and looked down the hallway. A big house, yet he was trapped in it, breathless with claustrophobia. He daren't leave the house yet he daren't sty in the house. People were watching him. His memories haunted him. The voices pestered him. The scars didn't heal well.
Celena stayed in his mind the whole time. He knew he was stronger than she was but he didn't know for how long for. He tried and tried to shut her out for good. But no amount of pain or torture would make her leave.
"Dilandau." She was whispering to him again. He shook his head.
"I'm not listening to you. Never again."
Her voice was too chilling and he knew what he said was a lie.
He knelt down to pick up his broken glass. He put the small shards in to his hand and tightened his hand. The pain was tremendous. The glass would take him ages to get out yet this was the only thing that kept Celena away for a short while. He opened his hand out again and looked at the palm of his hand.
The colour. The shiny blood. He smiled.
"That'll show you you bitch!" He cried. Then he laughed psychotically. He picked some of the glass out of his hand. The bigger bits first then he tried to pick the smaller bits out. The blood was trickling down his wrist and arm. He didn't seem to notice. Then he lifted his hand up and to his face. Smearing blood all over his face. He licked his lips and laughed again.
"That'll show you." He repeated. "That'll show you." He started to rock forwards and backwards, grinning and laughing. He wiped more blood over his face. The blood flow wouldn't stop for a while yet. He had learnt this. The rest of his body was a pale white colour. He looked ill, he looked sick, and he needed help.
The doorbell rang. He stopped rocking and giggled.
"Door bell." He said, like a small infant learning about house objects. He jerked his head towards the heavy wooden door.
"Go away!" He screeched. "I don't want to know." He then started rocking again, but not taking his eyes away from the door. "I don't want to know. I don't want to know." The bell rang again, and again Dilandau laughed.
"Leave me alone!" He screamed. He stopped rocking and he started pulling at his grey hair that was beginning to fall out anyway. "Just leave me alone."
He staggered to his feet and stumbled towards the door. He hit the door hard three times.
"Will you let me in?" He asked.
"Excuse me, may we come in a moment please sir." The voice from the other side was low and unfamiliar.
"Will you let me in?" Dilandau asked again. He then laughed. "My mamma said to get things done, you don't trust strangers with a gun."
"I assure you sir that we don't have a gun or any other weapons." Said the man.
Dilandau looked outside the window. The rain was coming down harder than it had for the last three days.
"Come in then." Dilandau said. "NO!" he shouted again. "Celena shut up! You can't come in, not today, not ever."
"We'll come back when the weathers better yes?"
"NO! NO! NO!" Dilandau screamed. "You can never come back, never ever come back ever!" He turned and he fell backwards against the door and then just slid down. "I hate you all! I had you and you and you, and especially you Celena."
He rocked from side to side; splinters from the door dug their way through Dilandau's thin shirt and pierced in to his skin. They weren't small splinters. He grinned and smiled. Then he looked down at his hand. It was red raw but the blood had dried. He moved his hand around. The cuts unhealed themselves and blood continued to flow again. He laughed again. And again.
"I'm never going back there again." He then shut his eyes.
