In this chapter, there will be a change of perspectives. It's going to be very, what's that word, interesting? Maybe. I don't know. Anyways, this is the beginning of the end. The start of the conclusion. The first of what's last. You get my drift? It'll be kind of a cool experience for me writing and for you reading. Right? Cool.

- Abiona Marchand.

OH, and, Have fun!

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Ambrose walked down the hall, not angry, but frustrated. When would Kaden stop sulking and get herslef out of that mole-hole she called her room? It was not the best place to hide in for two weeks.

Speaking of Kaden, Ambrose hadn't seen her for two weeks. Maybe it was three. She couldn't remember. It was a while. And how did she know Kaden was in her room? Because she hadn't seen her around. Ambrose had been Kaden's friend for long enough to know Kaden's hiding places. And her room was one of them.

She arrived at the door, knocked twice and when there was no answer, she knocked again.

"Kaden, if you don't come out here this instant, I'll break your door down!" Still no answer. "I'll get your father down here and he'll break the door down with his strong muscles!"

"What?" Kaden's mumbled voice said from the other side of the door. "How do you know my father?"

"I don't, I just thought it would make you open the door. But I guess I was wrong." Kaden's voice had silenced again. "Just open the door Kaden. You and I both know you need to start letting some things out. You need to let me back into your life."

Ambrose could hear Kaden's footsteps fade away as she went farther in. "Kaden! Open the door!" She banged again. "Kaden, people are staring..." She said behind teeth.

"Who cares what people think of me anymore." Kaden mumbled.

"I care! Now, will you just open the door? I'm getting frustrated with you."

"Why should I? It's not like I'm going to tell you anything anyways."

"Well then, just open the door and let me in. I'm not going to give up. I'll stand here all day and night if I have to." She waited for a minute or two. "You don't have to tell me anything, really, just let me see you. I miss you."

The lock on the door slid open, and Ambrose could hear Kaden run to her bed, and sit on it. When she opened the door, Kaden's back was to her. Ambrose walked in, trying not to notice bottles of wine, rum and other various alcohol, all empty. She tried not to notice what a mess it was, remembering when Kaden used to like to keep things tidy. She also tried not to look at the unmade bed, the stains in the carpet, the blood stains in the sink and the closet doors open with the items falling out onto the already dirty floor. What she did notice was the windows open and the summer breeze wafting through the air, and the light morning sun shinig through the window.

She went and sat beside her friend who looked like she had no tears left to cry. He face was white and her eyes were clouds of blue and white, a gloss of tears covering them. Her red rimmed eyes were sad and her pouty lips were dry and cracked. Her hands were tying knots with each other and her hair looked like it hadn't been cared for for years. She looked like a statue, ready to crack and fall to the ground.

"Hey." Ambrose said, smiling at her friend. She looked past the face of her hurt friend and concentrated on her inside. Takeing Kaden's hands, she saw the fire. Everyone had a fire, and Kaden's fire was burning low. She needed some fuel. Something to ignite her insides and send shivers down her spine. Something to make her smile again.

Her hands were ice-cold. She felt like she had no life in her. She was just a ghost, no one could see her, no one could feel her. But she could feel them.

Ambrose felt her. She felt that her friend was in dire need of some help. "Is that all you have to say? Not what a mess it is in here or how ugly I am or how dirty I am. Not even that I need help? You're not going to ridicule me or tell me I'm crazy?" Her black hair was greasy but there was a familiar shine to it that Ambrose always loved. She combed Kaden's hair back with her fingers.

"No."

"No? Because, that's all I've been hearing."

"You're appearance, you're messy room, everything that's made this place look so bad, I don't want to see it, so I've told my eyes not to see those things. Only you." Ambrose looked as her friend got off the bed and bent over to pick some things up. Bottles of wine, torn paper, dirt, etc. Ambrose got up and started helping her. Kaden's stomach was small. It was unnormally small. Kaden looked like she hadn't eaten for a season. "I don't judge you by what you look like, but how you act."

"So, I guess you've already judged me because of the alcohol I've consumed, right? And all of the bad choices I've made?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant that I love you, no matter what you look like or what you say to me, or what you've done. I want to be able to help you. To let you know that there's someone who loves you."

"Oh." Kaden put all of the junk into a bag and set it on the floor.

"You know what? All of this stuff you're not telling me, it's affecting you mroe than me. It made you start drinking, it made you depressed and upset. It made you do all these things that I know you'll regret. But I know you canlook past all of those things and finally let me help you out." Kaden shook her head.

"You don't understand..."
"I might. You never know. I have had a lot of time to think, and what I've figured out is that there's someone who's been hurting you. Whoever they are, they have already stabbed you and caused you all this pain." Ambrose walked to the bed, started neatening it, and made it. "I don't know who this is, but if you don't want to be hurting anymore, you might want to tell someone."

"But I can't-"

"Oh, but you can."

"Amrose..." Kaden mumbled.

"Kaden, you know you can tell me. I'm your friend, I'm just trying to help."

"Ambrose...?"

"You don't have to hesitate. Everyhting's going to be perfectly fine, don't you worry."

"Ambrose!"

"What?" She asked, startled.

"You're doing that motherly thing again." Ambrose often acted as if she were a mother to Kaden and to her fiancé. Kaden didn't appreciate it, especially now.

"Sorry. I know I can be bad sometimes." She looked at Kaden, who was sitting on the carpet, hugging her knees. "Kaden?"

"Yes? What is it?"

"I know I've been bugging you like hell, but you need to tell someone, and I'm here."

"I know." She said and she sighed. She went to the bathroom, splashed water on her face, and rinsed her mouth out. "I don't know why he was doing it. I didn't do anything."

"Who is 'he'?" Kaden then broke down and told Ambrose all that she could about Eadulf's mood changes and his evil plans to steal the dominion jewel.

"I love him, and I don't want to hurt him, but he has hurt me so much I don't know what's right or wrong anymore. I know he still loves me but it's weird. His mood changes so much."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. All I know is that we have to do something about it soon." She smiled at Kaden. "Thanks for telling me. I know how hard it must have been to open yourself up like that."

"And you've been hounding me about it for the longest time!" She grinned and hugged her friend. "I know I've been a horrible friend, and I know you've been an awesome one, and I've been going throuhg so much, but you were just there to help. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Kaden! You know it wasn't your fault."

"I know. Do you think you can help me clean up?"

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YAY no more depressed'd. AND no more dirty Kaden. HAHA. Review! I hope you enjoyed it!