The Wish

☆Chapter 6: A date with his majesty

The night passed effortlessly for my sister.

Leaping on top of me, her legs on either side of my body, she tugs me awake, gleaming with anticipation.

"Freya, can we go see the prince?" She asks curiously, as I sit up, making her relocate beside me.

"Ava, our meeting is at two o'clock, remember?" I say, stoically, "besides, there's somewhere I would like to visit first..."

My sister stares into my eyes for a couple of seconds, as if scrutinizing something on my face, making me oddly self-conscious. She then shows me a mischievous grin and I'm left feeling perplexed, before seeing her scurrying out of the room.

I sigh, falling back against the pillow, before closing my eyes.

These dreams that I've been having are too vivid to be taken lightly. I need to do something about them, before they truly get out of hand. Maybe they're connected to an underlying issue or maybe they're depicting some sort of hidden trauma within myself, a high probability.

Yawning, I sprawl my arms across the mattress, allowing the sun to hit my face through the tin, white curtains of our window.

Last night, I couldn't sleep at all. After cleaning the shards on the ground and the blood smears left from cutting my knees, It took everything in me not to rush for my razor blade.

The fear of what I saw in the toilet, the insults, the accusations from beyond the grave, the hurt of missing my parents, were reasons enough to push me over the edge and drown me away.

But then, I thought about my sister; her smile and excitement for our outing today; a look I hadn't seen on her in ages.

Then, Reed came to mind.

The fact that despite the world being against me, he still loves, cherishes and accepts me for who I am, gave me enough strength to fight the devil on my shoulder and to move along to my room, though the fright would keep me awake for the remainder of the night.

I would try and research about my symptoms on the internet, as dumb as that may sound, longing to see if there was anyone else in the world that was experiencing the same phenomenon I was, but my efforts were evidently fruitless.

Information regarding mental health kept popping up, as well as in the scopes of diabetes and cancer, which honestly was the last straw.

"Freya, mommy wants you to come down and make breakfast." Ava tells me, leaning her head from behind the door frame before disappearing again.

"Right. I'm no longer useless when it's convenient." I mumble beneath my breath, before stretching my arms, allowing my stiff muscles to loosen up.

Fighting another yawn, it takes a while for me to conquer the urge to head back to sleep and push myself up. As I'm about to leave the compound of my bed, my phone vibrates on the nightstand and I curiously reach out to grab it.

I'm not surprised to see Olivia's name on the screen and I hesitate for the first time to answer her call. I need to come clean, I have to, it's the right thing to do, I know that, I tell myself and yet, I'm terrified.

As far as Olivia knows, I hate Reed, without a shadow of a doubt. Admitting to having feelings for him, after all the hateful things I said about him, and admitting to the fact that he also seems to reciprocate those feelings, in addition to wanting to meet up today for a date, all within the span of two days is....it's a lot to take in, for anyone.

I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to end our friendship right then and there, much less resent me for stealing the guy she's been crushing on, for the last two years, behind her back. God, I would hate me too if I were in her shoes.