Inferno love| Mystical Love series#2

Chapter 28

Arden point of view

Wilson was rushed towards the ambulance going to the hospital where they are probably trying medieval medicine on him while they are patching up his bandages as I am sulking my day away feeling guilty for introducing him to my dad, therefore they are constantly harsh whispers regarding the incident that happened last night so I am finally done with hurting everyone else around me.

"I am just tired of being like this" I complained sadly to my mum.

Anyone else who knows me would also know that I will sacrifice myself for my love ones to live a life of peace instead of getting hurt by my actions as I will fight with every last strength in me to protect them from being in harm ways  however, I think i will have to try overcome my demons in my head since the voice in my head seems to torment me every now and then until I am at my lowest point.

"Darling, nothing is ever your fault for the recent incident that occurred last night" said reassuringly my mum.

A little reminder to write down all the tragic stuff that I have been through all these years of a  brutal life is so often to be time consuming for me yet, I am going to take out all of my journals for a couple of minutes to have a small bomb fire of my own safely outside in the middle of the forest after my mum stop in my steps from continuing to cleanse myself of every single darkness shadow is overshadowing me.

"None of you would  have ever understood why I think I am better off alone than happy"I said numbly to my mum.

An emotionless voice is enabling me from showing my mum how I truly feel about this deep of my heart being ripped out of my chest as hollow as a robot whereas my feelings are completely switched off inside of me, furthermore I am welcoming a world of turmoils painful life hence my reason for not believing a world of goodness also I might be able to exist in the same sentences.

"These are the voices in your head telling you to shut out everyone else who is in your life, to keep pushing them away"my mum tells me.

A monster is inside my head is laughing at me in the meantime my mother eyes begin to ache in worry for me to be behaving like this on the other hand I am not giving into the voices who are against me making progress in the last past couple of days yet unfortunate for those voices that are mocking me, but I am slowly making it clear for any challenges in my life that I am bigger, better as well as braver than this to be able to find the light on my way out.

"Those voices are no longer able to haunt my sleep at night" I said with relieved to my mum.

In life there are always a options whether to be afraid of the thoughts of losing people or maybe have faith that every single specks will be alright for me to start living my life as free as a bird without feeling like my whole entire world is going to be crumbling down in dust thus beauty comes out of ashes eventually, life will find a way to make everything much more better than we all are expecting it to be in my head.

"Thank goodness, I was really praying for you to realise who is in charge of your own thoughts, feelings and emotions"said honestly my mum.

Following me out into the garden to set fires on all my journals as we slowly begin to watch silently to seeing it burning in beautifully up in flames during watching as we are both sipping on our lemonade cheering to a great way of releasing our problems in the air, we are having a time of our life together talking amongst ourselves when she shows me an old photograph of herself in her teens years which I look exactly like her.

"This is why I am going to be throwing my journal into a pit of fire to be bursting up into flames like my very own little bomb fire" I explained to my mum.

This is my greatest escape of having a huge burden on my chest whilst grabbing hold of my fourteen journals because the only time where I had already gotten a useful outlet for channelling my sadness in a painting of how I am mirroring myself to be as well training for combat besides archery, I love throwing my daggers at my enemy to see the fear in their eyes yet somehow it does hurt me upon remembering it is a part of how I met him too.

"Self cleansing of any negativity from your thoughts, am I right?"asked my mum.

Oh my gosh!

My emotions are a  bit of a mess due to being happy one minute then the next I am crying blooming tears again to be honest with myself I miss him so much more within every hour he is not even by my sides also it pains me to be alone without being his arms to hear him say anything that would caused me to laugh nor swoon whenever he does something to make each terrible day to be more bearable.

A million sad sonnets to be listening to could never ever change the way that I feel about you deep down in my heart as it is soon to be written in graves for all of infinity and beyond the stars of our heated hearts. I will always be there yours in your heart just like you will always be my soulmate Arden Cecila Bowden.

Your eyes are my favourite part of you along with your loving heart. It is capable of opening up your Pandora box as you awfully always say it to me anyway, the world doesn't even know how to handle such an radiant beauty like yourself especially with a kind hearted woman too.

The last journal that I was supposed to be writing in as it turns out he has already given it back to me including written it on the last pages.

"You are so correct about it, mother and afterwards, I am going to visit him"I reminded my mum.

Well, well- who else would have ever thought that Wilson Brady would ever be able to write some beautiful words of poetic poetry to me?

"Good because you and him were both meant to be together as I had seen the same way that you two are both gazing into each other like you are the only people in the world!"exclaimed excitedly my mum.

I wanted to hold this journal more than anything else in this universe that we share together is my best memory ever of spending our valuable lives talking to each other every single day to make sure we do not separate from  being in the same room, nevertheless anyone can ever break us apart again.

"I know mum" I said quietly to my mum.

Later this afternoon I went to his hospital room to watch him rest peaceful in his sleep where he is safe and sound nowhere near my estranged dad who drove a sword into his stomach as a result of this accident when was done hurting anyone else in my dad path of pathetic destruction in order for him to get what he wanted.

In conclusion, nothing would work out for my father. In the end just lost his family through doing the most selfish actions in the light of this event, he is banished from coming back here as my grandma has already decided to exile him.