Oh great. More attention, just what I wanted.
While Red was an interesting change in the endless days that had passed, I didn't like what it meant. The triumvirate was paying more attention to me than they should've. Granted, seeing as they were making a little clone army of me, maybe they should've been paying more attention in the first place.
But I hated always being under the thumb of the three of them. Sure, the physical torture and interrogations had stopped after a period of time. But they took every opportunity to remind me that they were the ones in control. I had no escape, no way out. I couldn't even jump into Ella's head, like I could before.
"God, I want to scream," I muttered, just to hear my own voice ring out. "I wonder if that would bring someone in. Heh."
I knew I could use this to my advantage. Maybe if I continued gaining Red's trust, maybe I could steal her wand-if she had one. I knew some did. But some didn't, I found that out the hard way one time when I tried it. If I got my hands on a wand or something, maybe I'd be-No, I'd definitely be out of here quicker than you could say Rabbity-Babibity.
I'd shadow-travel, except I tried that and it didn't work. I wish it had, but Voldemort had that controlled. Morgana had even cut off the Fairy Queen's gifts. I leapt to my feet and began to pace. It was something to do with my frustration. Better than hitting the wall. I examined some of the scrapes on my knuckles from that.
I remembered when I cut Ella off, the twin bond off, to protect her. I thought I'd be able to turn it back on, but all it did was give me her emotions, not even her thoughts. God, I didn't want to be alone anymore!
Why did she feel the despair? The anger? The self-hatred?
Ella never truly hated herself. Why would she feel it?
I-
I just want to know the truth. Wait-
That's not entirely true. What I want, more than anything? It whispers to me when I sleep, it's the light dangled over my head that I can't reach no matter how high I jump.
My freedom.