I thought of this one day when I was trying to get a new idea for a Winx Club fanfiction.
Disclaimer/ I do not own Winx Club. I do not make money off this.
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I knew I had to leave, I knew I couldn't any longer, if I did I would die on the inside. So, I retreated to a place deep inside, a play quiet, and dark. A place were no one would find me, or hurt me. I knew I wouldn't be found, because it was my mind after all. After I left I blacked out, and couldn't hear, and feel anything, it was like I had disapppeared on the inside.
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When, I walked in carrying the Dragon Fire carrier, naked, covered in her own blood, I was instantly cornered by furious teacher's, and fairies. I hadn't done anything, but kill my own father, and save her. They didn't believe me they thought that I had done this, that I was that cold-hearted. I may have been the Ice Queen, but I did have feelings, and mostly for her, but they were still there. They tired to convince me to let them use truth magic on me, but I wouldn't let them, how did I know it wasn't something to kill me, but after four girl's, and a professor held me down, they cast it. They asked me if I had hurt Bloom, 'No.' Did I help in capturing her? 'No.' Did I want to hurt her? 'Come on I wouldn't of saved her if I wanted to!' They backed off at my sudden outburst. The grey-haired teacher waved her hand again, and the magic was gone. I sat there fuming, I was good that. They made me mad, and now they won't here another word from me. They all left after about a hour of healing, and talking about when she would wake up. The nurse, said maybe never. I hope to whatever Gods, or Goddesses, that may or may not be up there, that she does wake. I don't know what I do if I didn't see her sparkly blue eyes, and beautiful smile.
I sat by her sick bed always, no matter who was there, no matter what. The only time I got up was to go to the bathroom, but I rarely ate, so I rarely left. It had been two weeks sense I brought her in there mangled, and broken, she still hadn't awoke. She looked so small, and fragile, not eating for two weeks did that to her. I didn't look much better. I was skinny, and my make-up was blue smudges, and streaks on my face from crying. My hair would have been a bird's nest if it hadn't been for Stella combing my hair, I refused to let her do my make-up, though. It was nighttime once again, and I could feel the tears slipping down my cheeks, we were entering the third week, she was still asleep. I laid my head down by her legs, and my eyelids began to feel heavy, when something nudged me in the back of my head. I lifted my head, and saw Bloom's leg move. I smiled, and rushed to watch, to see if she was truely awake. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, before they opened, and landed on me. She smiled, and I smiled back, I was about to hug her, and tell her how much I loved her, when Fergonda came rushing in. She must of had the place rigged. She shoved me aside, and looked down at Bloom, when her face turned from pure joy, to pure depression. I touched her shoulder with my trembling hand, and asked, "Is...is...she...ok?" My voice cracked, and a small whimper emerged from Bloom's lips.
Fergonda turned around, and said in a trembling voice, "Bloom is no longer Bloom, she has her body still, and her mind is still her, but she is no longer the seventeen year old me all know, she is a," her voice cracked, " she thinks she is four or five." My face showed my confusion, because she added, "Bloom must have retreated inside herself, to protect herself against," I nodded she meant my father," and is somewhere inside herself, waiting to be awaken, and that's why your going to take care of her."
I blinked, and tried to shift through all this, when she said, 'Your going to take care of her.' Wait, what? I can barely take care of myself, much less another human being. I was about to protest, when I heard another whimper come from Bloom. I rushed over with the chair, and sat down. I asked in a worried tone, "Bloom darling what's wrong?"
She blinked, and said in a childish voice, "The lady scares me. Icy protect me please." I was shocked, she remembered me, but not Fergonda. I picked up her delicate hand, and gave it a resureing squeeze, and shooed Fergonda away. When I had safely locked the door, and put a silent charm on it, I turned to Bloom.
Bloom was staring at me when her experssion changed to yearing, and want. She said, "Icy, help me. Icy touch me please. I need your touch." Bloom grabbed my hand, and held it her touch, she began pulling it down.
I yanked it away, and said in a worried tone, " Bloom are you there? Bloom?"
She just grabbed my hand again, laid it gently on her hip, and looked at me with yearning eyes before saying, "If you don't want me I'll go back." And her face changed back into the confused look. I moved my hand away, and grabbed her hand again.
Bloom asked in a innocent voice, "Do you know were my stuffed animal is? It's a rabbit." She glanced around. I giggled at the way she said rabbit, and decided to conjuer one for her. I smiled at her wide-eyed look, when it was produce in her lap.
She grabbed it, and held on. She put infront of her face, and gave it a kiss. She surprised me, when she spoke again, and said in a worried tone, " Icy, I'm sorry for lying, but I wanted a rabbit really bad." I just smiled, and panted her on her head.
I waited until she stared sleeping, and left. I stood up, and laid a small kiss on her forhead, and said, " I love you Bloom." She stirred for a second, and said sleepish, "I love you, Icy."
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