"There's No Need Of Wings To Fly"

Chapter 25 ~ The Diary.

Dear Diary,

We're pent inside this cell since yesterday evening and I needed to get something off my chest.

Grace doesn't talk to anyone since she discovered everything about Daniel and Violet constantly thinks about Nicholas.. I feel alone.

Obviously I have a lot of thoughts too..
What had our parents thought when they didn't find us at home?
What is Dave doing?
Is he okay?

I'm so scared for him, he's so sweet, he doesn't deserve this, he doesn't deserve to suffer, just like the others don't deserve it.

And what will we do now?

We're already at the fourth day since our departure, other three days and Dave will remain trapped inside my pendant's mirror forever, I'm starting to hate this key.

If I could, I would save his life again..

I closed my notebook. Writing was my only outburst in that moment.

It was morning and I had realised that our cell was illuminated by a little window, so we were able to see something.

I was really worried, my only thought was Dave.

I didn't know what to do and the two depressed girls next to me didn't help at all.

How had I managed to fly? Was it really me? And yet I had even saved his life.

A noise drew my attention.

I looked at the bars.

On the other side a little black cat with golden eyes showed up.

It passed through the iron and entered our trap.

Now I understood what Dave had talked about when he said that he had often seen a cat, the description coincided perfectly..

I looked at the animal in its golden irises, it was cute.

Just an instant and those eyes turned into red.

In front of me, in a black dusty cloud, a woman materialized. She was short and robust, curly and black hair, heavy make-up and dark lipstick.

She was wearing the same clothes as the shadow, as Daniel. Same black hood and cloak.

She coincided perfectly with Dave's description.

"Xena.." I gritted my teeth while getting up on my feet.

"Sweet Clare.." she answered ironically.

"How do you know my name?" I asked astonished.

"Oh.. I know everything." she smiled satisfied.

I tightened my fists and stared at her. Her look didn't reveal emotions.

I heard some steps behind me.

Grace arrived and she challenged her, she placed herself in front of her, her eyes were still puffed up because of the tears.

"Look what you did to my Daniel, ugly witch!"

She was about to punch her but Xena disappeared in her black dusty cloud.

Grace remained there, staring at the emptiness, starting to cry again.

"Hey, relax.." I reassured her.

"No, Clare. I can't do this." she looked down and placed herself down next to Violet, who was in silence.

Meanwhile I heard a noise.

I noticed a little plate with some food outside the bars, someone had just put it there, Xena maybe.

I reached my hand out and grabbed it.

It contained a chunk of bread and water, enough for a day or a little more.

I shared the meal with the other two girls, I had never starved before now.

As soon as I finished I returned to my little angle and took my notebook in my hands, put it on my knees and continued writing.

Why are we here? What do they want from us?

Too many questions and no answers.
Help me.

                                           your Clare.

***

Fifth day.

Dear diary, I'm missing Dave a lot now.

And what if I like him?

No, I don't have to think about these things, it would never work between us, he's a fairy and I'm a human being.

And what if he would reciprocate instead?

Other two days and it could be the end for him, I'm trying to find anything... Grace, Violet and I are trying out anything.
We had inspected every single centimetre of the wall to see if there was a passage anywhere, a key, something to escape from here.. but nothing, we seem to be closed on sure ground.

I feel down, the little food they give us doesn't procure us enough energy, and in this moment it is the thing we need the most.

Now it's already evening, tomorrow it's the penultimate day and I'll try to escape from here again and save him.

For now we had passed our time talking and we got to know each other really well, Violet and Grace are really nice, but the idea of passing the time with them in a prison doesn't fascinate me a lot.

I can't believe that, with desperation and hope it's already two days that we are pent inside here. Wow, I would had never bet on it.

I'm sorry for the outburst, but I needed it.

                                             your Clare.