The Lost Labyrinth

15. Shattered Skies And Broken Memories

Getting crushed by the sky sounds very far fetched but I swear it happened. It was also very painful but we survived (somehow).

Having the sky fall on top of you hurts more than falling down the stairs (Trust me, I know from experience). It's probably like getting hit by a big car but 5x worse. The last thing I saw before the sky hit me was. Rain, hard rain. Cracks in the sky and Cassidy's terrified face.

Wait, where is Cassidy?

After a while, I finally opened my eyes. All I saw was white. White floor, white walls, white roof. Like we were in some white box. I fixed my eyes on Cassidy. She was on the other side of the room staring into one of the walls.

"Cassidy?" I said, a little scared now. "Are you...uhm...okay?"

She didn't answer. It's like she was entranced by the wall. Then I walked up closer to her and saw what she was staring at. There was an image of her. Playing cards and eating candy while screaming Taylor Swift songs with a little girl who looked like a mini version of her. I assumed it was her sister, Rosalyn.

I looked at Cassidy's face. Her expression was blank and as still as brick but tears streamed down her cheeks. I huged her and she still gave no reaction. We stayed like that for a little while.

Until something caught my eye, it was an image of me. With my tight brown curls and my "rainbow eyes" and my dad would call them because they were a mix of gold, red, green, and blue.

In the image I saw Dad and I in the car a couple of years ago. This was one of my favourite memories with him. We'd just come from a bike ride and went for ice cream. While eating it in the car, dad was making his really cringey jokes. It made me laugh so hard that ice cream came out of my nose and onto his windshield. It was so funny.

Now I was crying, but still laughing.

After I was done with my "nostalgia" I tried to turn around and get back to Cassidy. But it didn't work, meaning I couldn't move, I was stuck. Cassidy's stuck too, that's why she hadn't spoken or moved when I touched her.

Still stuck in my position, the scene shifted from Dad and I. It was now...Cassandra. She was sitting in her rocking chair reading a book that said: The Art Of Poetry. Written by: Maeve Harley. Well, that was creepy.

She stopped reading when she saw me and looked up with a grin. She closed her book shut and set it on the side table. The folded her hands in her lap and began to speak but her mouth wasn't moving; This is warning number one, trust no one. Amalie is coming. She seeks glory and wants to take over what is rightfully yours.

What was she talking about? Amalie was back for me? What does she mean by rightfully mine?

I opened my mouth to ask those questions but I couldn't talk or move. She just looked at me again with a sly grin on her face like she knew something I didn't and was secretly callng me stupid. Suddenly she spoke again; Goodbye my little one. You are mother's favourite. She laughed, almost a cackle and then the image faded.

I suddenly became unstuck and fell to my knees with pain traveling up my legs and spine.

What did she mean by mother's favourite? What was she even talking about in the first place?

This was all too much for me. It was too much to comprehend. I needed a friend. I needed someone. I needed Maeve.

I started to overthink about all the possibilities of what her words meant. In the end, I only came to one conclusion. A conslusion I wasn't ready to face, not now. Not ever. It could never be true. It could never even be possible anyways.

Suddenly someone put their hands on my shoulders. Cassidy. Without looking at her, I told her everything that had just happened. Still crying hard tears. When I was finally done, I felt something cold around both my wrists. I could only recognise that as one thing...handcuffs.

I turned around only to see...not Cassidy. But the last person I might have ever wanted to see, that traitor.

Amalie.