>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Thirty Seven: In Another Place

A/N: More chapters from Cursed World!! There are enough to go to chapter 45 >:D

(These are all from the POV of "Hebe"; I would suggest looking up who she is (as a Greek goddesses, although in here, she is not a god or goddess, just in case you couldn't tell. I liked the story she had, so I named that character after her :D))

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Over the hill,
Down the prairie,
Though thick,
And thin,
We always stay together!

Two peas,
In a pod;
Two birds,
of a feather,
Are destined to stick together,

An author's pen,
Gives out their fate,
So through thick and thin,
They will stay,
Through every page,
And every boulder,
They are meant for each other.

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(A dream? A memory? A reflection?)

~.~

  I take Bean's hand again. It's noon, so our time together is more risky. So, we walk by the side of the house, as to not be seen.

  I guess I wish we could be normalized, but us together in secret, somehow sparks excitement in me. Much needed excitement at that, as a girl's life is quite repetitive.

  "I wonder what it would be like, if we lived in another world," Bean said.

  We sat near a tree, as if to use it for the shade. The Sun's mansion already provides enough shade, though. Enough to swim in.

  Bean looks at me in the eyes after he said that. I feel my heart beating wildly, and we both go quiet for a bit. I know I have to say something, but I can't really find what to say.

  I am literally lost in his eyes. They are deep hues of brown, like waves of chocolate lapping over one another. I don't understand how he can stand looking so... Good.

  "Oh, hmm," I finally find my breath again. "Maybe we would be birds. I wonder what it would be like to fly around,"

  Bean smiles, and shakes his head. That's not what he meant by that question. Why am I so slow?

  'Bean is a pretty weird name,' I think; perhaps as a way to distract myself from the awkward situation.

  He stares at me for a little while longer. I notice that he doesn't look at me the way Mus would. The way a friend would, I mean. When he looks at me now, his eyes hold a deeper meaning.

  Silent words that we wish could be spoken, seem to scream so loudly now. Finally, he speaks up.

  "That's not what I mean -" Bean began to murmur, but suddenly we both hear someone yelling.

  "Hebe!" The voice yells again. I instantly recognize the voice which belongs to Clover.

  I spring up, "Sorry!"

  "It's okay," Bean nods. "Meet me at the garden tonight?"

  I nod, and grin, before darting off towards the sound. Fear nips and crawls at me before I can even reach her.

  She stands by the door, and yanks me inside as soon as I'm in her reach. I recognize her as Clover, but she is not the Clover I used to know.

  Her stomach has swollen out, her face is full of tears, the useless makeup she has on is all smudged. Although, not only her looks do not strike me as the Clover I used to know. She gives off anger and fear, so much of it that I begin to grow weary, too.

  I want to hug her. I want to say I'm sorry for being such a coward at the time she needed me the most. I want to comfort the little Clover who had comforted me when I needed her.

  Instead, I am forced to face the girl I have ruined. This time, I can't just run away. I cannot just play victim this time, either, and hope she pities me.

  The kind, sweet, fun-loving Clover is now dead. She has been buried in the large grave with the rest of our childhood. There is no going back.

  "What the fuck, Hebe?" Clover first snaps.

  I look down at my feet.

  "How can you just run around with a dirty-coat?" She laughed harder in hysteria, "A dirty-coat!"

  "I'm sorry," I try.

  She scowls, and grabs my head so I face her. "Sorry doesn't cut this. You just left me, forgot about me completely, as if I never existed, and now, you choose to run around with the dirty!"

  I have no words to say. This is.. true. However, I don't find that these are Clover's words. Clover could never say anything like what she is saying now. She always had stood up against dirty-coat's discrimination. Now, we have flip flopped.

  Clover grabs me by the shoulders, and shakes me. Sobs flow freely from her; she doesn't even try to stop them.

  "You left me. When I needed you the most, you left me." She cries, "I have always been there for you, and you couldn't even stand up. Not even just once!"

  "I'm sorry," I say again. I know it will do no good, but I honestly don't know what else to do.

  "And," she continues to laugh, although none of her laughing now is coming from joy or happiness. "you never came to talk to me. Never. Not at all, not when I was sitting in front of your hideous face, slowly loosing it. Oh noo, you could never do that. Instead, you choose to find others to be with."

  She slams her hand on the table, "Like that dirty-coat. Do you truly think a dirty-coat is better than me?"

  "I'm sorry," I say for the third time, except now I start crying too, "I was so scared. I still am so scared. They d- didn't want me to talk to you, or to the other wives,"

  "Who?" Clover huffs.

  My head feels numb from all of this. I can't think straight, and words are like molasses to say.

  "E.. everyone," I mumble out.

  "Everyone, really?" She calls me out on my bullshit, "Well, you still broke the rules for the dirty-coat."

  "I'm sorry," I choke out again.

  This time, Clover gives up. She hugs me tightly. "I guess I'm sorry, too. I'm just so fed up with this place, and everything about it. I can't stand the wives, the children, oh, and especially Lord I'm-getting-hard. It hurts to have to sit here and watch you live such a happier life, after we were sold here just so Dad could get a few extra bucks. It especially hurts to be used as Sun's fuck toy."

  I nod. I squeeze her tightly. I had not really noticed how unhappy Clover was. I had just accepted she had moved on from me as a whole.

  "I'm honestly terrified that one day I might loose it completely." She whispered; clutching me tightly, more than humanly possible. "Will you be there, Hebe?"

  I nod. "I'll always be there. I promise."