Secrets

Escape

Thorne

The darkness still loomed, it was an ever presence that dominated and ruled me. It was dark now, well into the night, perhaps early morning, so no sunlight fought its way through the tiny gap that provided my only comfort. I was in a doze in the corner that I had not abandoned since my latest encounter with Celeste. Dozing was the closest to sleep that I could manage. The darkness was disturbing, and throttled my attempts to find peace.

I was the closest that I had ever been to sleep when it happened. The sound if splintering wood crackled through the silence, as well as the heavy moan of an opening door. Frantically, I scrambled to my feet and moulded myself into the corner. The moon had finally moved over my prison, and welcome silver streams of moonlight were now making their selves present in the room. Though I still couldn't see much, I could see just enough to witness a large mass fall from the ceiling, and land with a thump.

That’s how I broke my arm... But a six foot drop could have killed me!

At first I thought that it may have been the punishment that the demon girl had taunted me about, or food and sustenance. But I was wrong on both accounts, instead, the moonlight cast the figure of a human shape, gently rising and falling with every deep, forced breath. I could hear them, whistling through a half opened mouth. Wearily, I watched the figure strewn across the floor, it still could have been my murderer. l cautiously approached it, a vast number of thoughts streaming through my head. I circled the heap on the hard stone fall, clutching my left arm close to my front. As I reached the other side, I could see its moonlit features. I couldn't see their face, for various tendrils of auburn hair... Wild auburn hair that I couldn't mistake, ever, flowed across her face. Those very same tendrils that belonged to my one and only friend in the world it seemed...

Aurora.

Shocked at the sight of my companion, I scrambled to her side. I couldn't see whether she was hurt or not, but at least I could examine her for breakages and keep her well in her unconsciousness. Carefully, I dragged my friend over to a corner and propped her up between the walls, it was hard, she was heavy and I only had one working hand. I tore a strip from the bottom of my blouse using my hand and teeth and dabbed at her sweaty forehead. She was cold to touch. Gently I checked her limbs to make sure nothing important was broken and placed her in a comfortable position to wake in.

I spent hours by my companion’s side, hoping she would regain consciousness and be ok. It made me think. I started torturing myself over what I could have done and what could have been. Running scenarios through my head, what if, if only, what about... It was killing me.

What I had just spoken to Sebastian instead of being a total moody teenager about it... If only we had sorted all of this 'angel' stuff out with ought all of this... What about Aurora? She was right, why didn't I listen?

Aurora sighed heavily beside me and shifted in her slumber. The moonlight that dimly lit the room grew ever lighter as the great rock towed across the night sky.

My thoughts continued to displace me. Though my friend was right next to me, I had never felt so alone as when everybody thought differently to what I thought.

I had lost myself.

Ever since I found out that Aurora could also use powers, I had bound myself to a sort if mature, serious state. I never let myself have fun, never let myself go, we used to sneak the odd beer into the back of social studies, well I did, I had thought of myself as a little rebel. Where had that fun Thorne gone? I could see why everyone, even Seb at times, would get up tight with me now.

I placed my head in my hands, thinking if how uptight I was myself... Who cares if Aurora throws a chair across the room, how was it my right to tell her off? I'm a terrible person...