I'll probably end up just taking this story down. There really is no way to save the plot.

So it's official: the universe is set on completely destroying any slim chance of happiness I had hoped for. For some inexplicable reason, fate has decided to screw me over.

Bracken has not only returned, he has decided to stay for the summer and improve relations between our worlds. I agree wholeheartedly with his cause, but cannot bring myself to speak with him.

He has not only remained completely indifferent to our previous relationship, but has begun treating me as if I am a servant to be ordered around.

'Kendra go put my horse in the stables' 'Kendra fetch me a book' 'Kendra get me some water' I'M SORRY I WASN'T INFORMED THAT YOUR LEGS WERE BROKEN! Really, how hard can it be to get or do such menial tasks yourself?

The mannerisms and tone he uses when dictating such orders is absolutely disgusting. I believe he has started to forget whose household he is occupying, and his wake up call is well past due.

This is why I now found myself creeping quietly down the steps from the guest room, a floor below the attic. I had realized with the arrival of Bracken, that by residing in a room I had known as a child, (it was a mere year ago, yet I would be considered far from a child), was poisoning the few happy memories the room preserved.

With this discovery came the ever difficult task of talking to my grandparents. Specifically regarding the fact that I had no need nor desire to remain in the attic for safety; I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

I had moved my belongings the next day. Seth was understandably upset when he was told he would not be allowed to move rooms as well, but we all agreed it was for his own safety, he still tended to get a bit too curious.

So, as of a few days ago, I would be residing in a previous guest room, conveniently located next to Bracken's own. (Lying bastard had picked it on purpose. It seems he has a death wish.). Luckily I have Gavin across the hall from me, so I am not completely alone in this hallway. (The psychotic, narcissistic, unicorn man did not count.)

Now, allow me to return to the present matter at hand. I was currently creeping my way out of Bracken's room which may or may not be currently decked out in glitter. I am not liable for any injury that may occur, as I cannot be proven guilty. Who cares if I'm the only one the fairies listen to. There the ones who actually did it.

I have to admit though, the idea was not my own. Seth had made a snide comment about him in an attempt to cheer me up (unsuccessfully). He said, and I quote: "He's like freaking Edward Cullen crossed with My Little Pony. I mean, who the fuck is part unicorn?".

I really do love that kid.