She was lying.
Apple was sure of it. Cerise had lied. She was most definitely not fine.
She had found her sleeping, not wanting to wake her she sat down in the corner of the dirt build- room and wondered. Something she had been doing often lately. Her mind wouldn't let go of theories she had. The post on Blondie's blog that matched her diary entry perfectly seemed to be the one that hung on to her thoughts the most. She hadn't forgotten about it. She slowly, but surely, started to remember that moment with more certainty now.
''There are something in life you can't change, and the only answer we think of in the end is to run away''
Her mind was like a cave. No matter what else she thought of, that though seemed to remain like an everlasting echo. The newspaper article they had found earlier that same day, also hung onto her thoughts. If she herself, had written that, and she herself, had run away. It seemed perfectly clear. But what was she running away from? The only reasons she could think of is her powers. It seemed like the obvious answer.
But Apple liked her powers. Sure, sometimes they would backfire on her. But she was only sixteen. She will learn how to better control them eventually. She already had a pretty good control of it as it is,if she managed to keep it a secret until now. How did they even find out her secret? Another question for a different time.
"I wouldn't be running away from my powers. But rather hiding them from someone else. Running because that someone knew about my powers.'' she decided mentally.
Apple shifted in her sitting position. She felt something in the back pocket of her blue skirt. It felt uncomfortable.
She grabbed her phone, the object that she had been sitting down on. It was golden, with red embroidered details and a big red glossy apple decorated the middle of the back cover. The front cover was a shiny gold, a red apple covered in shining golden swirls. It was made to look like gold ribbons made of silk. Which a future queen like Apple was sure to have once had.
She frowned at it. Her phone was dead. She knew that something in there would help her remember anything. Photos, notes, posts, apps, games, anything. She just wanted to remember something. But that was impossible. Her charger wasn't with her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Cerise had mumbled something under her breath, her fingers twitching slightly. Her hand shaking. The vibration had caused little specks of almost invisible dust around her to move slightly.
Apple decided to ignore it.
She didn't even remember these girl...even if she most likely spoke to her before at least once. But even so. It wasn't any of her business.
That didn't stop her from glancing wearily at Cerise now and then. She wasn't mumbling anymore, and her hand wasn't shaking either. Her fingers did, however, twitch now and then. But it was settled.
A few min later, Apple was interrupted by her thoughts again. Cerise was back to how she was before. But sweat covered her forehead. Apple ln instinct went to go check her forehead. It was just of her nature to help.
She gasped, pulling her hand away. She was burning. Was that normal for someone with a fire element? Or power...or whatever it's called.
Apple shook Cerise's shoulders lightly. Cerise woke up immediately. Her eyes were a different glowing color. Her black pupils looking dead and dark. Not a natural umber dark, but a venom black. The dead-eyed girl growled.
But as quickly as it came, it was gone as soon as Cerise recognized the figure before her.
After a brief discussion, Apple nodded and walked away. Bringing her to her current position.
She furrowed her eyebrows. Maybe she had just been imagining it. But she could swear on pixie dust that Cerise was either
A. Lying,
B. Eyes changed color,
, and C. She growled.
If these were a test, she would have just chosen D. All of the above.
Did these have to do with her possible, yet likely, family secret? She thought. Anyone would have wondered how she came to such a conclusion. But at this point, she would believe anything. Or actually, no. Apple was smart after all. Now more than ever she wouldn't have believed before seeing as she used to. She wasn't as careless anymore.
That caused a smile to form on her face. She used to remember someone smartly careless and free. At one point, she hated her. But overall, she admires her. At one point, she became one of her best friends. They were like bipolar opposites. Apple remembered she dressed in dark poison colors while she, dressed rich dark warmer tones and gold. Whenever she remembered these best friend of hers, well one of them, she had many of course, she could only see a blank face. No eyes, no nose, no eyebrows, no mouth, no nothing. Just a blank face. She could only see her dark hair, some blurry streaks in it. Maybe purple? And a black dress with purple lining at the skirt. She noticed the obsessive amount of jewelry these rebel girl would wear. It was the same with all her other best friends.
Apple leaned back and closed her eyes. Ignoring the headache forming at the back of her head as she looked up with her eyes still closed. The cause was most likely because of her stupid memory issue,but also because the fact that the wall in the underground was rough with many layers in between.
Her blue eyes behind her closed eyelids saw a girl. A rather tall one. She reminded her of a fashionable preppy giraffe. She was already tall, and her heels made her look even taller. Like a giraffe. A giraffe was tall: and it's long neck made it taller. At least that what's she thought, she's never seen a giraffe in person.
She had black stockings on. The semi-transparency in them made then look gray contrasting the black thorns painted on them. She had a tight ruffled gradient pink skirt on and a pink black lace top. More thorns covered it. She also had shoulder pads, but not for any sport like book ball, but simply for decoration. It was made of hot pink flowers, and it eventually turned into a choker beaded necklace at her collarbone. She had almond skin and brown wavy hair, a single thick pink streak hung loosely out of the small bun on the side of her hair. To top off the look, she wore weird looking glasses over her head.
They were pink, and had the basic shape on any shades, but the top was perched like a crown would. Are they crown glasses perhaps? Apple thought, the correct term for it hung on the back of her mind, but she didn't know it. I couldn't have been important anyway.
Her mind wandered off to a frozen memory. A mirror pad was on her hand, it didn't look like her's, but it rested on her lap. There she saw a blurry screen cap of a beaming girl with her eyes closed. Her hair was long golden curls with different light baby colors streaks on it. A cupcake headband was perched over her head.
She was wearing a colorful pastry themed Lolita. It even puffed out at the bottom resembling a skirt.
Glittery blue stocking coated her legs, and she stood with colorful shoes on, the heel curved to give the appearance of teacups stacked against each other. A microphone was in her hands, it was blue with a cute bright yellow bow and a bear stamp on it.
Apple knew this girl. She was the bipolar chick she had to recently deal with.
Did Blondie even remember?
Probably not, the pale teen thought.
Apple head started to ache. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. The more thinking she did, the more it felt like her brain was about to explode.
She rather not have her own brain explode.
Even if it was overly complicated, with her stupid memory loss and all. Or it was probably messed up even before that, she was a weird person after all with messed up powers. But then again, who isn't? Being called weird is considered a compliment now and days. No one is normal. And if someone is, it was considered pretty tragic. Everyone had flaws and differences. They need to be embraced. Apple remembered that from all the inspirational posters hung everywhere in the halls at Ever After High, along with ' Follow your destiny.'' posters taped on every door and pinned on every board.
She stood up and stretched her sore arms over her head. A loud cracking sound was heard, making her sigh in pleasure at the released tension in her back. She rocked her feet a little to get rid of the numbness.
Once she could move them properly, she walked over to the kitchen. She had been sitting right next to the door, which really was just a giant narrow uneven hole, can it even be considered a door? It seemed more like an entryway. Either way, it only took a sharp turn to arrive in the rather plain room.
The kitchen was basic, it has a small plain white mini fridge in the right, left side of the room, corner on top of a wide wooden desk, on top rested a black microwave. Next to it was a set of water bottles that weren't in the fridge, which was most of what they had. The fridge was smaller than it looked on the inside. Apple had placed some of them on this morning hoping they would cool faster.
The wooden lopsided desk acted as a counter would, it had a small cabinet door at the far left corner, it had a few washable plates, cups, and silverware. They also had paper and plastic ones. And three extra- large boxes of beef jerky right next to them.
On the counter, over the cabinet, was a bowl of fruit. The bananas in them were almost completely brown. So they decide against eating them. The apples, red and green, seem edible as well as a few of the oranges. They really do need to find a way to find more food. Even hunting would do if they could get some worth of long-range weapon. A bow and arrow would have been nice. She wasn't an expert on that type of combat thought. If she ever needed to fight, she prefers to fight long range, but she never used a weapon. She could easily attack someone with her power from a distance, even if it fails. Up close it was just a nightmare, her regular fighting skills weren't all that great unless you can dazzle your opponent with your great posture. Something that come's natural to her ,Apple's back was always straight, her shoulders rolled back, head standing high, and her feet were always apart when standing, never brushing against each other. She's pretty good at thinking of a plan tho: But that isn't of much use if she can't actually make that plan happen.
Apple sighed and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge- It felt cold in her hand, enough to be refreshing, but not enough for her sense of liking. And what is up with her sighing all the time? In fact, practically everyone here seems to sigh. It must be contagious. Or it must be the fact that they were underground, inside a weird hollow tree trunk.
She sat down on one of the chairs. Opening the water bottle and taking a small sip, then closing it again and leaving it to rest on the table. She was bored. Her phone, one of her favorite past times, was dead. Her diary was probably left at the school. Which now that she thinks about it, it's probably a problem. She wrote all her secrets there, a powerful sorcerer could easily disable the charm she had one of her good fairy friends place on the lock. She could only pray. However, her diary seems like the least of her worries. It wasn't with her now, shameful yes, but not enough to be tortured about it.
She sighed again, deciding to let herself daydream about, well, whatever it is that she daydreams about. She can never remember what she daydreams about, she just spaces out. She can never figure out for how long she was even "dreaming."
Apple kept her eyes open and rested her head on her palm for support. Her elbow felt uncomfortable on the wooden surface of the desk. But whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. Soon she was staring at nothing, her eyes were ahead, but her mind saw nothing. She was spacing out again. Overthinking was apparently a habit of hers now.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I'm back from exams and my long summer vacation to Mexico and Manhattan. It was fun, but over that period of time, a long one sorry, I got many chapters written. Here's one of them fully edited and ready to post. Thanks for all the reads and favorites btw! And I hope you're having an amazing summer and wish you a hope filled day.
Also, I just felt like telling you guys, I entered these book in the wattpad eah watty awards! Yay! I'm really excited. And also, I don't like updating here on when the story isn't completed already, because I daily edit my previous chapters.. But I can't do that here. These story on Wattpad is up to date and much better edited.
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