Chapter Four
She looked down at her whole body and then shook her head. After years of trying she'd finally made it. He looked at her hands; they were distorted and scarred. She felt ugly. She felt at her cheek, she looked ugly. She shook her head again. She couldn't let that stop her. She had to get some help before Dilandau came back. Maybe Folken would come back. Then Dilandau would return for sure.
She looked at herself in the mirror. But instead of her reflection was a young boy. He was looking at her with tears rolling down his cheeks.
"How could you do this to me?" He asked. "Just because I'm weak doesn't mean you can take advantage of me like this."
She shook her head and put her hands over her ears. She was still looking at the mirror; she couldn't bring herself to shut her eyes.
All she could see was the young boy talking to her but she could no longer hear him. His lips were still moving and the tears continued to fall down his face.
Finally she turned away. She looked to the front door. She started to walk towards it. She peered out of the window to check if anyone was coming and when she saw that no one was, she opened the door and stepped out in to the sunshine.
She walked along the pathway for a while but then stopped and turned around. She looked at how big the house actually was. She could only just remember being in it. A few odd memories of her walking down a hallway or going in to a different room when Dilandau would be at his weakest points of the days. Her most clear memories were of the nights when Dilandau would get up and out of bed, sleep walking. She made him walk down hallways and go in to another room, but she was weak then even and he would wake up in the mornings and be in a completely different room or laying on the floor.
She always tried to find different ways that maybe she could get back to get help and stop him ever coming back. Never once had she thought about using the mirror. She shut her eyes and saw the poor young boy crying. A tear trickled down her own cheek. She wiped it away quickly. Now was not the time to cry, now was the time to be strong and get help.
She turned back the way she was walking. She picked up a few flowers, a few lavender here and there, and she put then in to her trouser pocket, they were calming her as she walked. Making her stronger and protecting her from evil.
She walked through the trees and came out on to a dusty pathway. A few people that were standing and talking to each other suddenly stopped and turned and looked at her and then started whispering.
"It's been years since anyone's come out of that place in daylight."
She heard them say.
She tried hard to ignore them and carried on walking. More people stopped and started and whispered and laughed amongst themselves. She tried hard to fight back the tears that were slowly forming.
She found that she was walking with no particular direction. She didn't know where she was going. She knew that she needed help but where would she find it.
If she went to Allen he would probably abandon her again as he did when he found out that Dilandau still had power over her. He never told any one, not even Lord Van. She couldn't turn to him either. They never got on well, never eye to eye, never since he found out that she and Dilandau were of the same person.
She heard more people laughing.
She shook her head trying to block the laughter.
"Its not working, is it?" The chilling voice of Dilandau rang through her head. "Why don't you just give up now? Turn back home and let me take over?"
"NEVER!" She screamed and she fell to the floor.
An old lady turned and started walking towards her.
"Are you okay my love?"
"People? Walking? Laughing?" She cried. "Why do they hurt me? Why do they taunt me? Make them stop! Make him stop!" She closed her eyes.
"What's your name? Shall I take you home?" The old lady asked.
Celena started rocking.
"I have no home. I don't want to go back to that prison."
"Prison? My dear? Have you escaped?"
"Yes but I can't go back there. Please don't let me go back."
"Come with me my love. Come to my house and we'll sort you out." The old lady put her arm around Celena's and lifted her off the floor.
"Make them stop." Celena cried.
"Yes dear, I'll make it stop."
