Ever wonder what our little Lark is carrying most of the time?
well i wonder that too!
Enjoy chapter 17
Part Seventeen:
Lark stared at the mirror, wishing it would open, but it remained quiet and unmoving. Blinking back tears, she walked out the room, feet dragging slightly against the floors of the hall. Erik had said…sorry? Why was he sorry? Not many people were to Lark, it surprised her when he said so. He had looked surprised himself when he said it now that she thought about it.
But I'm the one who should be the one saying sorry, Lark thought, but I just complained to him. She was surprised to find herself at her room's door so quickly, walking and thinking deeply did seem to pass time by. Wiping her eyes free of tears, Lark flumped on the bed, exhausted. Staring at the wood beams above her she laid thinking about what had just currently happened. So Erik was like Mama had been….a deformation keeping them away from the real world and the ones they loved. But then a thought struck her like lightning…Mama.
She sat up quickly in her bed and stifled a scream, Mama, where was Mama? Leaping up, the girl began frantically patting her shirt, nothing. Another stifled scream was given from her lips as she tore through her bed searching with eyes like a hawk. "Oh no," she whispered hysterically, "oh no, no, no, no!" Sobs shook her shoulders as she tore through her wardrobe, her desk, scattering items as she looked frantically for Mama. Nothing, she found nothing wherever she looked, panic started to settle deep into her chest as she gave out a frantic moan.
A knock came at her door. "Lark..?" Meg's voice pierced through the air. Lark ignored her, still throwing things aside as she pushed past clothing, trying not to let the panic consume her. She must find Mama! Meg's voice became more pronounced, "Lark, I'm coming in." The door creaked open but still the young girl rifled feverishly through her things. Meg's eyes widened as she looked around the now trashed room. "What on Earth…! What did you do, Lark? Looks like a hurricane came through here!"
Lark whipped around, her eyes wild and burning with a sort of panic, Meg took a step back. "Are you okay?" Meg asked concerned, walking over to the girl placing a hand on her forehead. Lark brushed her off and threw herself at the pile she was searching through before Meg came in, her hands digging into it frantically fast. This girl is ill again, Meg decided. Striding over to her, the woman tried to haul the child to her feet but Lark gave out a cry and tried to pull away.
"Lark, Lark, you're ill. You're not well, let me help you." Meg coaxed taking the girl's hand and holding it firm. Lark tried to wriggle free, still clawing at the pile she was searching but Meg made sure she couldn't pull free. "Give me an answer, Lark, or I won't let go."
Lark shook her head, "I must find…find it." She said, tugging her hand unsuccessfully at Meg's strong grip. Meg's voice came out clear and firm, "What are you looking for, Lark?" The girl shrugged helplessly, Meg could not know about Mama… She needed to give up, just for now, until Meg left her. Lark fell limp, stopping her frantic tugs and stood up without help. "It's…it's nothing," she fibbed, brushing her hair back from her flushed face, "I was just looking for…well, and I'm okay now. I'm fine, sorry for making you worry." She bowed to Meg who looked her over her, her brow still furrowed. "Are you sure?" she asked, feeling the girl's forehead again.
Lark brushed her hand away and begun to pick up the clothes that lay scattered around the room. "I'm fine, Meg. Really." She added, noticing Meg's worried and clearly unconvinced face. "I'll just clean this all up, but perhaps I'll go to bed early, I have been feeling a little…a little tired." Meg nodded, not fully convinced but left Lark's room shutting the door quietly behind her. There must be something troubling her, Meg thought, but if she doesn't want help… She walked down the halls, vowing to herself to watch the child a bit more carefully. Must have been that bad tea…
As soon as the door closed, Lark threw herself on her bed and wept, she was so worried, where was Mama…? It hit her like a fist in the stomach, she stifled a wail.
Mama…Mama was at…was at…Erik's.
oh i wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? or what? is in the Wonder Ball!