"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?"
IN WHICH, Hazel Hargreaves, a girl who spent her entire life being used for her special abilities gets sent to the 196...
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𝖭𝖮𝖠𝖧 𝖲𝖬𝖨𝖳𝖧
MY MOTHER WALKED BACK from the hallway. "Noah, please try to find out what happened with Hazel" She told me, grabbing all the wrapping paper off the floor and shoving it into the trash can. She seemed exhausted.
"Okay" I mumble as I walk into the hallway towards Hazel's bedroom. The door was closed and locked. I knock on it. "Hazel? You alright?"
"Go away" I heard her faint voice and her nose stuffed up. I just wanted to hug her. I just wanted to make all her pain slip away. Hazel struggled so much with things mentally that she refused to talk about. She lost her entire family. She wasn't fine.
"Hazel. Please. You can talk with me." I beg. I felt powerless, knowing that she was crying and I couldn't get to her because of this stupid door. "Let me in, please"
I hear the door unlock after a moment. I open it and see her on the ground, her eyes puffy, items all over the ground.
I shut the door behind me and sat down on the floor next to her. "What happened?"
"I can't..." Her voice trailed off, slightly shaking her head.
"You can" I tell her. I wanted her to know that she didn't need to hide things from me. That she was safe. That I'd always be there when she needed me.
"I miss my brother." Her voice cracked as a sob broke out. "I miss my entire family. But at the same time, I never want to replace this house. I've gotten everything I've ever wanted. A mom, education, friends...safety" She looked down, picking at the skin around her nail.
"Hey...." I take her hand away from her other hand, stopping her from picking, feeling the warmth embrace of her hand as she laid it in my hand like it was numb. I look over and see a sketch. The notebook. I saw my eyes, the black paint, my lips, me.
Hazel noticed that my eyes turned to the notebook as she tried to hide it under the bed but I got on top of her, grabbing the notebook out of her hands. "No! Don't!" She exclaimed, covering her face with her hands.
I looked down at the notebook. I saw my face. I saw her signature next to the drawing. I saw the pencil streaks. "Is this me?" I ask, already knowing it was in fact me.
"Mhm" She hummed.
"Why did you draw this?" I ask, truly not understanding as I held the notebook in my hands. Hazel dropped her hands next to mind, sending me a look.
"Really Noah? Isn't it obvious? I've liked you ever since I first met you." She says as my heart skips a beat. I wonder if I hear her correctly. Did I? Did she really say she liked me?
