Before everyone reads on, know that this is the sequel to a story I have already made. To avoid people getting confused, here is the link to the first one, Souls: s/10103773/1/Souls Thanks and enjoy :)
My head lolled as I was forced to listen to yet another stupid lecture from Caitlin.
"Look, I just wanted to-"
"Zip it!" She snapped, her voice mean and cruel. "You snuck out of the house to what now?!"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "To find fairies."
She looked at me like I was crazy (Which indeed I am, but a good kind of crazy at that). "Alois Trancy…fairies do NOT exist! Your 15 for God's sake!"
"What's wrong with believing in fairies?" I asked, looking at her dumbfounded. Everyone kept telling me they were fake; but I would never believe them. Nichole had believed me, and that's all that mattered…
"I trust facts, Alois," She said in a rather annoying tone that made me want to punch her sorry little face. "And they don't exist!"
I clenched my fists and screamed, "Well maybe your bloody facts could've saved Nichole's life!"
At that, she grows silent. Good. That was music to my ears.
"You're so impossible!" She yells before standing up and scowling at me. "How could Nichole ever love YOU!?"
I cross my arms, and open my mouth to reply. But as I do, my brain clicks and I have one of my mood changes. A wave of sadness washes over me and I feel tears running down my cheeks.
Caitlin notices. "Oh good grief. Go outside and swing until you're stupid bipolar mind makes up its mind of what it wants to feel today."
With that she walked away, leaving me alone in the dining room. I sighed and looked up to the stairs to see Nichole's little sister, Bella, sitting and staring at my face. Her face was blank, and she looked to be studying me.
Another sudden mind change enveloped me, and I looked at her with fiery eyes. "The hell you looking at, you little brat!"
The eight year old bounded up the stairs faster than anything I had ever seen before. I heard her slam her door, and before long, soft weeping.
I took a few deep breathes and realized what I had just done. "Damn it…" I muttered. "Why am I so bad at being nice…?"
I stared at the wall for a few minutes, until my unintended tears finally shriveled up from my face.
I stood up and made my way to the backyard. I passed the calendar on my way out too. "December 2nd…" I read as I past it. It had almost been a month since Nichole had…left.
I opened the door to the outside, and gave a little shiver as I did. It was rather cold.
Nichole's backyard wasn't much. It merely was a dirt lot with a little swing set with two swings facing the woods of the neighbors.
I had seen the neighbors once or twice. They were twin boys, Nichole's age. I hadn't met them personally, but they looked nice. I sometimes saw them play with other boys, them all bouncing a ball and trying to get it into a tall net outside their house. It looked fun. Maybe Nichole played with them…
I sat on the swing and stared into the woods. How I missed her. I had only known her a week, but she had seemed so…different to me. I closed my eyes and remembered her.
How could I forget? Her brown eyes, her brown hair and always out of place look. Her petite form and maid outfit that made her breasts look bigger than they were. Of course, she had the ugly little things of her, but they didn't matter.
What did was that she had loved me. And now she was dead.
Her final look had been burned to the back of my brain, where it would never disappear. The pain that marked her face, the blood seeping from her back. I had told her I loved her, but I'm sure she didn't hear it.
Before the funeral, Caitlin, Gabby, and that other girl, Maddie, burned the machine that brought me here. Gabby came over once and a while, but mostly to help out Nichole's mother while her father was at work. Caitlin came every weekend to teach me lessons about this place and all the new inventions. She said I shouldn't go to school (SCORE). I had never seen Maddie again…not after what she had said to me at the funeral…
"I hope you burn in hell, Alois Trancy…"
No! I quickly shake my head and sigh. Everyone here absolutely hated me. I didn't ask Nichole to risk her life for me. She had done it herself. Whatever went through that bloody girl's head was beyond me.
"A-Alois….?"
I turned to see Nichole's mother, wringing her hands and walking over to me. "Eh? What is it?" I asked.
"May I swing with you?" Her voice is quiet, like she is scared of me. (Which I was proud of.)
"Yes…You may. I don't care…" In fact I did, but my mind was having an unusual amount of clicks (That's what I call when my brain switches emotions) lately, and need to be cautious around others.
She took a seat next to me on the other blue swing, but didn't push off. We both were silent for a moment.
"Alois…." She spoke in her usual quiet voice, "How…did you two and Nichole get along…?"
I thought for a second. I couldn't tell her what I had said about how I had said I hated her. That wouldn't be good. "She…was wonderful…We were great…"
"Did you two…like-like each other?"
Accidently, my cheeks turn a pale red and I blush. Damn it! Quickly, I cover them with my hands and continue speaking. "I…I guess you could say something like that…."
She doesn't notice. "Alois…I'm sure you're a wonderful child-"
"Not really." I said, dragging my feet on the dirt under me to stop. I was in some weird shoes with a checkmark on them. I had other weird clothes too. Jeans (which I absolutely despised) and a long sleeved green shirt. "I'm not a good kid…At all really…"
"You could change…"
I have had enough. I get up and walk away. "No…No I can't." Without waiting for her to reply, I bound back inside and storm upstairs. Nichole's room had become mine.
I opened the door to it and plopped face first onto the bed. It was comfy, and still held a trace of the girl I once knew. But my own scent had since then covered most of it.
Blue walls and white carpet…I missed my pink walls. Bella's walls were pink, but she was way too scared or me to even get close to me.
I hadn't picked up the books on the ground. I would leave them as Nichole had left them. From dragons to backwards picture things, she had every one, and they lined the floor in an uneven order. I was constantly tripping on them.
I had moved only one though. That weird backwards one with Sebastian on it. So Nichole hadn't been lying to me. I had gone through it, but only Ciel was really present in it.
I lied down on the bed, my eyes drooping. It was only 4:30pm, but I felt so tired. Fine body, you win. I closed my eyes and gave into my sleepy mind.