Atazrial Stories

Story 1, Chapter 8 (Final of Story 1)

Truthfully, there wasn't much to look forward to once her time spent in the hospital ended. She couldn't go home, she knew her parents weren't ready to see her. So instead, she stayed with her best friend: Celine. They were two peas in a pod and always together through everything. It was hard for Celine to see past Atazrial's horrible mistakes, but friendship came first.

The rest of high school for those two seemed to fly by, but maybe it was only for Celine that it dragged on. Atazrial, however, started blending the days together. She felt no need for pushing good scores on exams, no need for studying, no need for trying her hardest. Her entire world stopped up until the very last day she had to spend in the hell-hole called "High School". As people chattered and gossiped about what they would do that summer, all Atazrial could remember was Cosette and her beautiful long hair. Her reactions when Atazrial would perform the simplest magic trick in the book. Her reaction when they would both laugh in tandem at their same favorite TV show.

That was the day she decided.

"A magician..." Atazrial mumbled out, interrupting whatever story Celine had been telling her. The pair were sitting in the living room together, Celine on the couch with a cup of coffee in her hand, and Atazrial sprawled out on the floor like a rug.

Celine cocked her head to the side. "What did you say?"

"A magician..! That's it! That's what I'll do!" the brunette responded to her blonde best friend, quickly adjusting her position so she was sitting up and facing her friend with the widest grin of determination Celine had ever seen on her face. "I'll become one of the world's greatest magicians...Doesn't 'Atazrial' ring so nicely? 'Atazrial the Great'!"

"Hey...that's super cool, but could you build a whole career off of—"

"Sorry! I'm gonna head home early, if I'm gonna be the best I start now."

With that, she was gone. Mentally and physically.

That's how Atazrial lived her life now. She kept her hair long in the memory of her sister, never cutting it above her lower waist for Cosette's sake. She stayed away from every kind of alcoholic drink, even the word 'alcohol' angered her. It could be due to her self-hatred and, since then, diagnosed depression and mild anxiety, or her concussion, or all of the above. But at this point, Atazrial didn't pay any mind to any of her mental health issues unless she was forced to. Atazrial grew a large attraction over her amazing tricks as the years went on, and her tricks were far beyond pulling a bunny out of a hat. She would appear and disappear, almost making the illusion of teleportation. She could pull anything out of her hat; animals, phones, wallets, you name it and it was there. Of course, resorting to stealing was never anyone's first option, but as long as it was harmless and Atazrial had a place to live, things seemed to flow so smoothly.

Surviving off of energy drinks and no sleep seemed to be a bumpy road, but thinking about it now, life was always bumpy for her. It was rough. She was an illusionist who never slept and usually stole, her best friend was an amazing detective who got every case and almost seemed perfect.

Atazrial and Celine stayed close. After all, a thief and a detective best friend duo? Who could ask for more?