Fox Class?

Chapter 39

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Everyone has a different scent. Vincent's is as bright and as happy as the sun. Mary's is a safe peach colour. Mary smells of trouble and pure evil while her children are innocent and pure, that is until they grow up it changes. Connor smells of Osiris a little and Osiris smells a lot like Connor, probably because they live in the same house since they are dating. Bruce has a manly scent. He's strong, knowledgeable and has wealth. Darius lives a comfortable life and smells of cigarettes and alcohol suggesting that he parties hard, which wouldn't surprise me. It was never mentioned, but when we in the classroom because I decided to go to school, everyone was so upset about school. Everyone's scent that is. It changes on your mood. Vincent's never wavered or changed, always so bright until the incident in the boys' bathrooms. That was when it turned sour, into a muddy yellow colour. I remember it so clearly and it happened so often, whenever he got sad. His scent would dive down the deep end and turn into the muddy yellow. It was almost like he was killing himself. I don't know how to explain it, I just know these things. I stayed with Vincent because of his scent. I could drown in it and never have to worry about anything. It was like a safety net for me. No matter how hard I was falling, his scent would comfort me. Lujane's scent would tell me that she was too good to take care of me.

"So, a person being you, drowns in her own depression and grey world, wants to seek happiness by staying with someone who is happy? Ally, what type of thinking is this? That's not how happiness works, it's something you find on your own." Vincent says calmly.

We're sitting on the beach, the same beach that I rescued the prince on. We're here because of the cave that no one visits at the very end, mainly because nobody can see it, but me. That's why I had to give Vincent a little Hellfire, well quite a lot of it so he could see. There's a place at the station where we can go somewhere too. A hideout hidden in the network of tunnels.

"Look, Vincent. I haven't had much luck in life, you know this. When it comes to happiness and trying to be or feel normal, I will go to any lengths to and then put myself back into place because the needs of the story come first, not me." I explain.

"Ally, you are normal. I would give anything to have a stable life, like yours. Even if it means I have to die for my mum to keep living as a street cleaner and not as a prostitute then I would do that." He says, responding to the atmosphere that's been created by the topic.

"Then, you could've accepted the offers I gave you a while ago."

"No, I want to do it on my own. So, I can feel the satisfaction of doing something good."

"Only, there is always someone out there who wants to bring you down. If it isn't the world then it's the people closest to you."

"How would you know that it's the people closest to you?"

"Do you really need to ask that after everything you have seen not just from my memories but in Bruce's house? Especially Mary."

"Well, no."

There's an awkward silence between us.

"You know, this place. I came here the night after I first met you. Somehow, Prince Clement was taking a skinny dip in the water. Swimming at night here is the worst possible idea ever since the water gets dangerous. It's always been quiet and that's what I like. It's the only thing I want from this life. Peace. I'm tired of fighting my way up to the top or trying to reach for the top so I can make a difference. At times, I just want to let the water take me, but no matter how hard I try to sink myself; Hellfire always brings me back. It won't let me die until I'm nineteen. By then, who knows what will happen. I only have two years to go before I can choose to leave this world and spend all my time in Hell." I say pensively, "I hope by then, maybe, everyone would've forgotten about me. The only challenge I would have to face is Bruce. He's too attached, but there's a lot I can do that can break the bond. Since you know I'm planning on leaving at nineteen, I really do hope I can watch over you and protect you and your family if you decide to have one."

"Why are you talking about this?"

"Sometimes, everyone feels vulnerable, either with certain people or in certain situations."

"And you do? Ally, I know when you're out of touch with reality. You were today at my house. You were pretending to be happy. You don't have to do this to yourself. Just let me in and I can bear the burden of changing history with you."

"No, I won't let you die. If you do, I won't be able to forgive myself. Don't speak of this anymore, please."

"Okay, then, can you tell me about the boy Mary was talking about?"

"Why would I talk about that? It's my fault he's in a coma, it's my fault he won't wake up. Please, don't ask about it please."

"Why won't you talk about it?"

"No, I can't. I can't tell you. Please, don't ask me about him." I hold my head between my knees to try get my breathing under control before Vincent notices.

"Ally? Ally, are you okay?"

It seems that I can't hide everything as well as I had hoped. My breathing is out of control. My world is spinning. It's not long before the familiar feels of being embraced by Vincent bring me back to the beach. I can't control my emotions, tears are forming in my eyes and spilling over and sliding down my cheeks. A soft, warm hand strokes the back of my head, telling me it's okay. I just let these emotions pass through me.

"It's okay, Ally. You'll be okay. Just let it all out. I promise you'll feel so much better after crying." Vincent reassures.

My body shakes as I cry, sob, and release all my emotions through these tears.

How can I be okay? Am I allowed to be okay? Am I allowed to be just Ally right now? Am I allowed to cry? Am I allowed to find my own happiness? Can I find my own happiness? Does it exist? Do I deserve to die after everything I have done?