CHAPTER 29: Demons of the Past
I began to feel weird as Peater was about to enter the cell. His image shifted and twisted . . . until he looked like a plant that had made my life difficult. I soon found myself sinking into a dream-like trance.
I found Peater entering the cell. I fixed him with an angry glare.
"That crap doesn't work on me, Elyssia. Admit it." Peater growled.
I stood up and forced a sarcastic laugh.
"Well, too bad that you're a goddamned coward, like your MOTHER!" I yelled.
"Your parents are cowards, you hear? COWARDS!"
I knew this was definitely a lie, but I didn't care. My inner demons were gaining domination of my mind, and everything seemed to block itself out.
"You liar! That is NOT true!" Peater screeched as prepared to ram me into the wall. I quickly dodged him, and stuck my tongue out.
"See? Told you I'm not as dumb and as shitheaded as you think!" I jeered as I looked over at Peater.
He looked like he wanted to charge at me. "Oh, sure. Kill me if you want. But you'll regret it! How stupid I was to put my faith in you, how stupid I was to want to have anything to do with you!"
And with that, I tore off my necklace, and tried to hurl it at Peater, who ducked.
"Elyssia, I'm so sorry it had to come to this . . ." he whispered evilly before charging at me for real.
He beat me up, he kicked me everywhere, and I was suffering at the hands of someone that I thought I could trust . . . but no matter, because that shit was in the past. For some reason, I let myself suffer, and I let myself be a victim of abuse. I was bleeding dangerously, I was sure parts of my stem were missing...
. . . But I didn't care for some reason.
Probably because I wanted to beat Peater up myself.
Manually.
"Your turn's up!" I growled as I stood up.
Before Peater could laugh, or yell, I grabbed him, punched his stomach, and slammed him into the wall with a scream. I didn't care that I was ripping my soul into smithereens as I did this ― would you, if you had a demon for a soul?
"What the ― WHOA!" Ash murmured as he opened the cell door.
I took no notice of him, because I just didn't give a crap. Before I knew it, Ash was choking me, holding my neck with both leaves as he did so.
"You dare be that bold . . . you dare be so stupid . . . you'll pay the price, as so many human souls have." he whispered.
Black spots were beginning to appear in my vision, and I was beginning to start passing out when Ash let go of me. I was coughing like mad, and my inner demons were driving me insane. I conjured a jet of ice that knocked Ash out, and dizzied Peater. I swept my right leaf in a circle, and conjured a knife of ice. It was shining, glinting murderously ― almost like a real knife.
"God save you . . ." I whispered menacingly as I shot the knife at Peater, who caught it and threw it at me before I could react. It stabbed right through my head, and at that moment, I could feel my demons of the past dissipating.
Finally, I was on the stone cold floor in a pool of my own blood, not realizing what the hell had went through me. Peater had finally calmed down, and he gasped as he saw me on the floor. I sat up and pushed him away.
"Psh, go away, pissface. I don't wanna see your ugly dogface no more." I said in a muffled voice as I looked down at the floor. Just then, I felt something stab my stem, and I felt as if I was going to die.
"Ash! Get outta here! NOW! BEFORE I DO SOMETHING THAT I'LL REGRET!" Peater yelled.
"Oh, yes . . . your majesty." Ash taunted as he sauntered out of the cell, making sure to lock the door behind him. Peater tried to put a leaf on my stem, but I shook it off. "Go fly a kite, Peater. You just don't care. I acted like that because I thought you were someone else in my past who had . . . done bad things to me. Just . . . just let me die in here, alright?" I said in a quiet voice as I buried my face in my leaves, crying softly.
"Nobody really cared . . . I'm just an unloved piece of crap . . . my parents could only turn up their noses . . . I tried to hit myself with cooking pots in order to commit suicide . . ." Peater sighed.
"I . . . you've got a point. I guess I had an awesome life, made good memories . . . I'm sorry . . ."
I half-laughed, half-sobbed at the statement.
"We've said that so many times... will we ever find a way to heal?"
"Yes, we will. And about the fight today . . . I know it's not your fault. Someone cheated, and we deserve a second chance. Nothing can bounce off . . . nothing!" Peater replied, in what I thought was an overly confident voice.
"Well . . . you're right." I smiled, for the first time in forever. I just hoped that my past wouldn't rear its ugly head in my face and make me do horrid things.