Disclaimer: I do not own the Avalon: Web of Magic/Quest for Magic series, or the song Nemo. They belong to Rachel Roberts and Nightwish respectively.
You can find this song on YouTube by just typing in "Nightwish Nemo" in the search box.
This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart as compass
This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline
Pierre and Lily arrived a week later.
Pierre banged loudly and obnoxiously on the wooden door. Adriane looked up from her homework and rolled her eyes. Sighing, she got up and opened the door to be unpleasantly greeted by Lily's scowling face and Pierre's fat, red one.
"I hate this place already," Lily commented.
Adriane ignored her. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" She asked. It took all of her self-control to be polite and not lash out at them.
Pierre laughed. "I thought you'd never ask!"
The warrior dug her fingernails into her palm. "What do you want, Uncle Pierre?"
"Well, what do you have?" He countered.
Adriane rattled off a few things, before Pierre got bored and went into the kitchen to see or himself. Lily motioned towards the bags. "Where will we be staying?" She asked, her accent thick and hard to understand and Adriane had to ask her to repeat herself.
"Uh... I think you're staying in..." The raven-haired teen thought rapidly. The idea of these two insulting excuses for caretakers staying in Gran's room repulsed her, and all of her stuff was already in her own room, it wouldn't make sense for her to move into Gran's room. Out of ideas, Adriane sighed ever so slightly. "In Gran's room. I'll help you unpack."
Oh how I wish for soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart, lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my everything
Adriane crept as silently as she could down the dark hallway. Just one, she promised herself as she opened the bathroom door and flipped on the lights. Pierre and Lily had ordered that Dreamer be kept outside, and Adriane was worried, even though Lyra had said she'd watch him. Pierre and Lily were both asleep, the warrior was sure of that.
She reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out her razor. Carefully, she extracted the blade from the plastic with a small metal nailpick. With the razorblade in her right hand, she pushed up the sleeve of her left arm and pressed the thin, cool metal to her skin. An instant wave of relief washed over her and pulled her out to a sea she could so easily drown in.
One cut turned into two. And two to three. Adriane sat on the floor, her legs folded under her. Drip. Drip. Blood pooled onto the tile. She began to get dizzy, and she stood up quickly, which only caused her consciousness to fade in and out. Somehow, she managed to grab a handful of tissues and sop up the gathering blood from her arm. Suddenly she was glad she had not made the cuts very deep, because it was so difficult to halt the bleeding. When they finally did, Adriane turned her attention to the blood. The smell filled the room, a scent Adriane was familiar with.
Using wet tissues, she cleaned the mess up on the floor, on the vanity and in the sink.
A noise, like a grunt, sounded in the hallway.
Adriane froze. Oh, crap. What if Pierre or Lily caught her? They'd surely tell her parents, and then what would they think? That they're daughter's a fuck-up? Oh, wait, they already thought that. Scratch that.
The footsteps passed the bathroom, thankfully. They made their way downstairs and into the kitchen, and the warrior bet it was Pierre. She shut off the lights, and opened the door. It creaked a little, and Adriane dashed out of the bathroom and into her room.
My flower withered between the pages 2 and 3
The once and forever bloom gone with my sins
Walk the dark path
Sleep with angels
Call the past for help
Touch me with your love
And reveal to me my true name
Oh how I wish for soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart, lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my everything
In the morning, Adriane woke up earlier than her aunt and uncle. She showered and dressed as quickly as she could, her hair still wet when she ran out of the door twenty minutes later. She waited at the front gate for a good five minutes, shivering in the bitter autumn cold before the bus came. Emily and Kara boarded the bus a few minutes later, and the girls busied themselves with plans to go to the council to get the money for the animal feed until Heather came on and she and Kara got involved with talking about setting up a trip to the mall.
Emily and Kara knew about Gran being sick and about Lily and Pierre coming, but not about her cutting. Adriane would rather die than have them find out. The last thing she needed was pity. Adriane was a warrior, she was supposed to be strong. She wasn't supposed to spend time--nearly every night now--leaning over a sink, watching her blood swirl down the drain.
Shame washed over her, and she traced her fingers over the new scars, hidden under her sleeve. She pressed on one, to feel the pain. She wasn't disappointed. The bus stopped at Stonehill High, and the kids stood up before it had even finished moving.
Adriane stood with them, ready to face another day.
Oh how I wish for soothing rain
Oh how I wish to dream again
Once and for all
And all for once
Nemo, my name forevermore
"Hey," Lori Eller (1) called.
"Hi," Adriane replied to her friend. It was sixth period, and Adriane was exhausted already. She pinched her left arm to wake herself up as Lori came over. She brushed her blue and green hair out of her eyes and began to chatter about her latest crush. Adriane allowed her mind to wander, because she knew Lori wouldn't notice.
The bell rang, and Lori walked back over to her seat as the teacher called for the students' attention.
When would the day be over?
Nemo, sailing home
Nemo, letting go
Oh how I wish for soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart, lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my everything
Kara walked down the marble hallways of her castle. Her long, perfectly manicured nails trailed over the walls. She turned to face a mirror that had been placed in the hallway. She gasped. Her ice blue eyes were cold and harsh, and her skin was very pale. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, She heard a growl behind her. She swirled around to find Lyra, spotted fur once again burned by Black Fire, badly injured, her right eye swollen shut.
"Kara..." She mewed. "Look what you did..."
Oh how I wish for soothing rain
Oh how I wish to dream again
Once and for all
And all for once
Nemo, my name forevermore
Forevermore...
(1) - Remember her? From All That Glitters?