REVERIE: Twisted Reality

Day 25: Dead Ends

Alexandria Lennon

When I woke up, I quickly went to the brat's room and I still didn't find him there.

"BLUE-HAIRED BRAT! I've got no time to play hide and seek with you!" I shouted.

I hoped that he'd appear in front of me out of thin air but he didn't.

I sat down on the floor and waited.

I waited and waited until I fell asleep.

'Alexandria...'

I quickly opened my eyes when I thought I heard a voice but the room was still empty.

I stood up and took one last look around the room.

I thought I'd catch a glimpse of the brat out of desperation.

'What the hell am I doing?'

I decided to go and headed to and see the Duke.

-

He told me that Joker might be the Prince, how could he possibly know that?

I barged into his room without forewarning and asked, "The things you told me last time, how did you know all of that?"

He was sitting on an armchair when I barged in, "My love!"

He quickly stood up when he saw me and pulled a chair for me but I didn't take it.

"Just answer my question." I told him with desperation.

"How do I know?" The duke pretended to ask before adding, "I know because it is required of my nature to know. After all, I am supposed to be the mysterious gentleman with an abundance of knowledge and never-failing good charm. It would be contradicting to my character if I didn't have the answers that you so desperately need."

His answer just frustrated me even more.

That makes no sense! 

So he doesn't really have any actual proof or reason when he said Joker was the Prince.

"My love-" He was about to say something but I've already left the room before I could hear the rest of it.

I decided to confront White directly so I headed to the attic.

-

I found White lying down on the floor and watching the paper airplanes he hanged on the ceiling of the attic.

He quickly sat down when he saw me.

I walked towards him and sat on the floor beside him. 

I took a deep breath and asked, "White, be honest with me, why did you say my TV show was Magical girls to the rescue?"

"I don't really know. It's sort of instinctive if you must put a word to it." He answered.

I shut my eyes closed and put my hands on my face.

I'm stuck again. 

The brat is missing, 

White told me that he watched magical girls with his owner then asked me if magical girls were my favorite show,

And then the Duke told me that Joker might be the prince!

I'm so stressed and I need answers badly. I feel like I'd lose my mind if I don't. 

I looked at White again and took a deep breath. 

'Something is odd about him but he is not in a state to answer me.'

I pushed my luck and told him out of desperation, "...If you can't be honest with me, then I don't think we should continue being friends."

White looked at me with a pained expression.

He avoided my gaze and said in a weak voice, "...but I am being honest with you."

I feel like my head was about to burst and I was on the verge of crying.

"Please don't be offended, White, but can you tell me what are you?" I asked him desperately.

White was still avoiding my gaze but he still answered quietly, "What am I? I never really thought about it but I guess it doesn't really matter."

I didn't stay anything after that and keep my head on my knees.

I'm just so burnt out.

"...You're not mad at me for not knowing my own identity, are you?" White asked in a worried tone.

I took a deep breath and faced him, "Why would I be mad at you? You deserve sympathy if anything."

"I don't really need sympathy though." He said quietly.

I quickly felt guilty for lashing out at him. It's not his fault that I'm having a hard time, it's not right that I take it out on him.

I pushed my feelings aside and took a deep breath again.

I smiled at him and then said, "I'm sorry about what I said. I'm not mad at you. I won't ever be mad at you. Why would you think that I am?"

"Because I feel like you are not enjoying my company anymore. I thought, maybe I had become a source of annoyance for you." He explained quietly.

He thought he was the reason I was stressed out. The guilt I felt doubled so I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry for making you feel that way, White."

"Why are you apologizing?" He asked innocently.

"Because I did something bad. My actions made you feel like you were responsible for how I've been acting recently." I explained then added, "But you're not. You're not a source of annoyance for me. If anything, it's actually the opposite. You're the first friend I had in a long time."

White looked at me and smiled, "Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?"

I can't help but smile at what he said. 

I chuckled then told him, "I was never mad at you."

White and I made up and decided to go back to my room. 

Even though today was full of dead ends, I'm glad I could fix things with White.