Kósmima

Chapter Eleven

There was a deep sadness in me that rest beneath the depths of my heart. The kind of ache that you could feel when someone punches you in the gut and it takes the breath out of you. But instead of having your breath taken out of you, you feel like your heart would stop beating any moment you exhale. There were things that I remember her saying to me when we fought. And maybe, she was right after all. The delusions I think, the things that I think too much – she was right. Catherine was right about all the hurtful things she told me. I thought, that those words she threw away didn't matter. That at least I was expecting something – thinking that I was prepared for anything if I expected something that would happen. But she was right about me, the delusions I make. I didn't even think how it would have looked for others.

I exhaled loudly, getting the ache out and the exhaustion from the teleportation we went through earlier. Gripping the rim of the faucet, closing my eyes for a second, focusing my hearing to the sound of running water. I still wasn't used to teleportation unlike the three of them. I wanted to puke all over the carpet when we arrived, but I knew that carpet and vomit do not mix well. It was worse swallowing up my own vomit though than making a mess. But, I can't really make a mess with the carpet. So I had no choice but to swallow it back.

Just thinking about it made me retch and hog the sink. "Oh, God." I shakily mumbled. I shivered from the grossness, leaning on the sink once again, I looked sick, my hair disheveled and the bags on my eyes became visible as my complexion became pale.

"You look awful.", Leah commented. She was leaning on the door frame, her arms crossed and her hair in braids resting on her shoulders.

I sniffed, cupping my hands and placing it under the running faucet, filling it with water. " I know." I brought my cupped hands full of water to my lips and sipped the water in it, discarding the rest whilst I gargled the taste of vomit in my mouth and spewed the water out. "God that is gross."

" I know. you'll get used to it someday.", Leah tried to comfort.

"Hopefully." I grabbed the towel on the rack and wiped the excess water on my mouth as I walked out of the bathroom – Leah stepped out of the way and followed me to the living room.

"You sure do have a nice house.", she complimented behind me, glancing around at the paintings and the rooms that we passed by. As we passed by near the library, she saw the huge painting of my parents. My mother carrying me in her lap as she sat down whilst my father, standing behind us with a serious handsome face with a crown on his head. "So that's what the majesties look like.", she gaped at the huge painting on the wall.

I stopped walking and glanced back at her. "You guys never saw their faces?"

Tyson and Mike came out of the living room and approached Leah who was still gaping at the huge picture. "What's up?", Tyson asked. Mike followed next to him, he was now wearing a white sleeveless shirt smeared with some black soot on the center of the shirt, and a black suspenders that made him look skinnier than he already was.

Mike saw what Leah was staring at and formed an 'O' with his mouth. "Oh wow." he gawked as he walked towards Leah's side, fixing his round-rimmed glasses on his face – almost stumbling in the process but caught himself up. "So that's how they look."

I was curious yet baffled that they didn't know the faces of their King and Queen, yet they speak of them so highly. I joined in with them at their quest to be awestruck of a painting that I've seen so many times when I come down the staircase.

"They look so amazing.", Tyson complimented.

I pursed my lips, raising my brows. "Thank you?" It was more of a questioning reply than a response meant to know what to answer to his compliment.