Chapter 18: Lost

She's been in there for three day's. Three day's straight, without a having any contact with us. She's been acting like this the past week, telling us her adventures once in a while. The last time I saw her, she seemed so distant, and... afraid. Sometimes I think that she's punishing herself, but it's hard to deny the fact that I feel like I'm being tortured too. I just want to see her smile, hear her laugh, keep her close and safe, but I cannot.

Sometime's I think I see her, walking around in the hall-way's, chatting with her friends, but in the blink of an eye, she's gone. I don't like waking up all by myself, having gotten used to her presence. I wanted the old Freya back, the one who was always getting into trouble, cooking crazy, weird, fantastic meal's, humming a soft tune as she cleaned or read. But now she's just a shadow of her previous self, a walking body, barely conscious.

I glare at the door to the attic, the place that's off limits at all time's, and can only be entered if asked too. I pace the corridor, debating if I should ask her to come out, too see the world. Much has changed here, everyone's eagerly awaiting the spring clean-up, which Freya had introduced. It will be a race to see who has cleaned the most, and everyone's creating alliances and new technical gadget's. When the day has come, we will line up outside the mansion, and Freya and I will make everything as dirty as we could, leaving dust and mud everywhere. Then, with a bang, the race starts.

I smile when I remember everyone's excited face's, when I explained it to them. But the smile faded quickly when I remembered the situation here. No Freya, no spring clean-up. No new start.

"Ridge?" I heard someone call, noticing it was Lewis, standing there with a bucket. "There's no use worrying about this, she just want's some... personal space. You do remember she hasn't had actual friends in a long time?"

I sigh, "I know, it's just, not healthy that she's practically locked up inside there. How can I not worry?"

"Heh, concerned about your girl-friend?" He teased, and I stood there, my face a emotionless mask. If only she was...

"Wait, you actually feel feeling's for her?" He exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.

I turn around, completely giving up. "I...I guess so..." I mumble, blushing slightly.

Lewis laughed, but soon stopped. "Hang on, are you actually serious?" I gave him a small nod, before looking away, my face burning up.

"Well my friend, love is a tricky thing. And it seem's like Freya also feel's that way to you." I let out a snort. Her? She only see's me as a friend...

"This also seem's like you have drunk too much," I said, walking away, "She feel's no feelings for me..."

"I wouldn't be too sure..." Lewis say's, smirking. I frown, that smile is giving me the creep's.

"Well, don't make me regret telling you. If you dare tell anyone else, I will kill you, slowly and painfully." I mutter, clicking my finger's and teleporting away.

I sat in the middle of the room. I can feel it, it's eye's burning into my skin, it's whisper's taking me one step closer to the edge. I fought back, but it seem's fighting this foe is useless. He has me trapped. I cannot go outside, the attic my only sanctuary from this great evil. I called upon the last of my strength, to cast a summon, giving Ridge access to the attic. I need to say my good-bye's...

"I heard your call!" He said, walking nearer to me. "Will you come out now?"

"Come, sit next to me." I whisper, my voice hoarse from not talking for a long time. I heard a rustle of material, as he plonks himself besides me.

"What's up?" He asked softly.

I look up, forcing myself not to flinch from the presence of someone. I'm not going to sugar coat it. "I'm... I'm dying." I finally say.

His eye's opened wide. "Impossible! You said you can't die, that you have lived-"

"My time is nearly over. I'm slowly wilting away, a flower that has not touched water in day's."

"I'll water you! I'll bring you back to life! Just please, please say this is just a cruel joke!" He begged.

"It's not joke," I said, lightly running my finger's across his face. "It's a... a loop-hole in my code. It will take my soul, consume it, destroy it. I am slowly dying... in here." I point to my heart, then my head. "It will drain the last of my sanity, and then I will be a husk. A lost note, with nowhere to go."

"No! I'll put you back into a melody, I will destroy It! You need to live!"

"There is no way you can stop It." I turn my head away. "Please, don't make this harder then it really is..."

"There must be some way! Maybe repair the loop-hole? Seal it up?"

"There is nothing!" I scream, before bursting into tear's. "Nothing..."

He let's out a frustrated shout, before turning around again. "You said this happened before. Why can't you stop it now?"

"It's grown too powerful, even for me. Even as we speak, it's leeching my life-force." I look down at my finger's. "Once I... pass-away, I'll also manipulate the massive power-surge, to destroy this bond between you and Minecraftia. You will be back to normal."

"I don't care if I will never be normal ever again! I just want you to live."

"Leave." I mutter. He could do nothing but obey, trying to fight the magical effect's of my magic. I hadn't told him that I would also wipe everyone's memories. Leave nothing but a mansion, the last thing that will remain of me. I look at the door, hearing Ridge pound on it, shouting to open the it. Blinking through tear's, I whispered a final goodbye, before huddling into a small ball, and letting nature take it's course.

"OPEN THIS DOOR!" I shout, banging it with my fist. Letting out a frustrated noise, I slid down the door, my head in my hand's. Why? WHY? Leaning my head back, I held back the tear's that was threatening to spill.

Why...

Authors Notes:

Cliff-Hanger! Bet you hate me now! Discalimer: I do not own the song in the previous chapter. It's called The Willow Maid, and is owned by Erutan! I keep on forgetting to write these, how about we just agree that I will probably never own a song in these stories? Anyway, tell me your thought's below!

Thank's for reading!

Signing out,

Deceptive Chrysalis