Hades' Chosen Prince

37. The Classroom

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So many of you wanted to know what "the classroom" is about so i'll leave it here while i think of more chapters, enjoy
~Thebrianzard(Kitty)
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The children walked in, giggling and roughhousing as they signed in on the guest list. Sighing, the youngest child complained, "Must we visit her every week, Alex?" She fidgeted under her eldest sister's glare of disapproval, knowing the answer before she had responded. The sharp and harsh voice of the eldest cut through the serenity and silence of the room.

         "You know as much as I do we promised mum we would Jamie. Quit complaining and for once do as you're told!" Alex of course knew she was going to be asked the question. Every week when they came to visit their grandmother they asked. Turning away from her toddler sister knowing there would be tears in her eyes, she silently scolded herself for being so harsh. They continued to wait until they were allowed to come in.

Of course by now they had memorized the schedule. Sign in, wait for their grandmother to be finished her story she would tell time and time again to her therapist. Never had she told the children the story, and every time they asked she would begin to ramble on about stories told to children to frighten them. Of course she would continue to spiral out of control until they needed to call for help. But this time was different. This time she has promised to tell them the  story that she seemed so desperate to leave in her past, to try to convince herself it was a story and nothing but that. She was going to tell them what happened to her parents.

Hardly able to hide her excitement as the nurse called them in, the eldest ushered them into the room and sat down by the fireplace. They knew exactly how it would go down. They would exchange pleasantries then do small talk as they told her how school was going. Today she was sitting on the bed with a faraway look in her eye. Her usually clear silver eyes seemed unsure and dangerous, like the calm before the storm.

"I've been awaiting your arrival, my dears. Shall I get on with my story or should we continue onto the false pleasantries I'm sure you are in no mood to hear?" Her soft voice called to the children as her expression twisted into a grimace. She cackled like a madman as we surrounded her eagerly. "Very well, but be warned. This is a true tale, no matter how horrific, how many people tell you I'm looney, this tale is true."

With a scoff Thomas spoke up. "Grandma, they tell you are looney because you are. Even dad says so!" Defiantly he smirked. Quickly, Alex and Jamie shushed him, hoping she would still tell her haunting tale. To their surprise, she only chuckled and wagged her finger at him.

"Old Elizabeth is going to prove you wrong boy, be sure on that. Believe what you will, but I speak only the truth." Nodding to Alex, she pointed to a wooden box over the fireplace told her, "Be a dear and grab that." As she handed it to her grandmother, her grandmother took the key that hung around her neck and opened the box. "Your mum's story began when I was only 16..."

The grey streaked sky of London was pouring with rain. She listened to the rhythmic pitter patter as the rain hit the pavement. Elizabeth drew the cloak tighter around her newborn babe. Looking down at the precious child, her eyes watered with guilty tears as the child opened her silver eyes and began to giggle. Sobbing, she grabbed the babe from the basket and held her.

"My precious Hazel, please do not be cross with me." She begged with her, "I cannot keep you, my parents won't allow it." Putting Hazel back her basket, she walked through the drizzle. Upon arriving at the river, she hesitated.

"Oh George, what am I to do my love? How could you leave us?" Looking at the child's bubbly, happy face, she couldn't do it. No child deserved to be abandoned to die. Unable to face the disappointment back at the estate, she rushed into the forest and climbed into her old treehouse. Curling up with her precious angel to keep them warm, she hummed a lullaby.