When the kids ran away, I didn't do anything. When the adults came, I didn't do anything.
Ah... Or... Did I...
It seemed I was wrong, as there were tears running down my face.
Regardless, I stood there nearly motionlessly, my frame solely wrecked by silent sobs. Even as I was led away, even as glares were thrown at me by the ones that supposedly once loved me. Even as stones were thrown, and I was thrown down into a basement. Even as my father spat on me, and my mother cried in the background, before the hatch was closed.
Why would I try to defend myself?
They were right to hate me after all.
I laid down were I had fallen, having neither the strength nor the will left to move after the events of today. I stared at the place of the hatch, not that I could see it in this darkness. The last thing I'd seen playing through my mind again and again.
I bit back another sob.
They were right to hate me...
But still...
Why did it have to hurt so much?
My... magic...
I shuddered at the very thought, yet now that it had used it once, I was able to notice it. It was caressing my senses, much like my mother would have, if not for...
It jerked away as that thought ran through my mind. Somehow I had the feeling it felt rather remorseful. But my mind did not dare linger on that, even as the energy wearily began prodding me again. Bruises were slowly being healed, although it was still much faster than was natural. Once that was done, both my body and mind were put to sleep.
And while Morpheus held me in his grasp, my magic raged.
I'm not sure how much time had passed before the hatch opened again. I opened my eyes as the light leaked through my eyelids, yet I had to obviously close them again, due to the bright light. I raised my arm to shield them too, despite the difficulty I had in moving it.
I opened my eyes again and saw the limb.
'Ah... So thin...', I thought numbly to myself.
The one who opened the hatch, I didn't recognize him. He heaved me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes -not that he knew what those were- and silently went up the steps again. I didn't have the will left to fight him in his ascend.
The sight that met my eyes was very different from what I had grown to expect during my 7 years of living here. Don't misunderstand me, it was recognizable, if only barely, but...
The place was a literal ruin. The houses broken down due to exposure to both the elements and the passage of time. It was as if an age had come to pass-
-And I had been left behind.
"How?", I tried to ask, and barely succeeded in a raspy voice. I closed my eyes before correcting myself, "When?"
The man merely hummed non-committedly in response to my questions. Before setting me down in one of those covered carts whose official name escaped my mind for the moment. He jumped in and rummaged in one of the boxes, before pulling out a glass vial filled with one of the most putrid looking substances I had ever seen. He pulled of the cork and held it out to me.
I grimaced. The smell was just as pungent as I had feared. Was he really expecting me to drink this? He rolled his eyes and moved closer. I would have scrambled away, had I been in any state to do so.
An extremely short, entirely one-sided scuffle later, I had finally ingested the foul concoction. I hated to admit it, but I immediately felt better, it was like...
I froze for a moment, and looked at the man again.
"Magic..?" I asked hoarsely, simply to worn out to care, the inferno of loathing in me having simmered to a small flame.
"Eeyup", was the simple answer.
I somehow had the feeling he wasn't going to elaborate.