I didn't know how to feel, not after what I was just told. How can any of this even be real? It's as if I'm living in one of those fairytale books I used to read. I can't believe what I'm hearing, my heart pounding in my chest is proving that to me.
Shortly after they break the news to me, they agree it's time for me to rest and Marian, the only female GammaTroll, leads me to a hallway with doors on both sides that I eventually learn are all bedrooms.
She finally stops at one door and slowly opens it. I sneak a peek inside.
Inside is a queen size bed with pink and blue covers, a desk, and a closest that was already full of clothes. I look back at Maria, who smiles reassuringly at me. We both enter the room, and she busies herself trying to find me something to change into. She holds out a Disney princess nightgown to me, before turning back out the door.
"Why don't you get changed into something that's dry and clean?" I nodded my head at her. "I'll be right outside, just call out when you're done, and I'll tuck you in. Okay?" She smiles at me again before closing the bedroom door, leaving me alone to change.
On the back of the closest door is a full-length mirror, and I find myself staring into it. Carefully taking note of all the dirt and tears that clung to it. I pull the nightgown up and over my head, letting it pool in a puddle at my feet.
I stare back at myself in the mirror again, tears welling inside my eyes as I finally see the bruises and cuts on my stomach, my sides and my ribs.
The girls at the group home jumped me before I ran away...they beat me for something I didn't do. They called me a murderer and a psycho. It's not true.
I shake away the thoughts and put on the new nightgown, calling to Marian that I'm done and she can come back in.
Marian comes in with a smile on her face, I climb into the bed and get under the cover. My skin tingles at the touch of something so soft. I lay back on the pillows and watch as Marian keeps her promise and tucks the blanket in my sides to help keep me warm and comfortable.
"All settled?" She asks me kindly, her smile never leaving her face. I nod my head in reply and do my best to smile back at her.
"Marian?" I say right before she turns to leave the room, "Am I going to die?"
For the first time since I met the GammaTrolls tonight, I watched Marian's kind, happy face turn to seriousness in a flash of a second.
"We'd never let that happen, Madi. I promise you, we will do everything we need to keep you alive." She squeezes my hand gently and smiles once more before leaving the room, cracking the door only enough so a little light comes in.
As I fall asleep, all I keep thinking about is one thing they said to me tonight. If my mother is human but my father is a Demon, the Demon Leader. Does that make me a Demon too?
YOU ARE READING
The Tales of Madi
Novela JuvenilMadilyn was 11 years old when she came across a group of friendly trolls, opening the door to a whole new world. Everything she's ever dreamed of, is very much real and she plays a much bigger part than she would've thought.
