HYACINTH

chapter 21

[tragic incident]

! TW !

Author pov...

In the chilly night everyone is having their meal with, silence from the evening. No one even looking at any one nor trying to speak. Two empty spots remain as they finished the meals, in hope that those two will return to have dinner sometime.

Some of them decided to have their much-needed sleep while others decided to stay awake. They all in the end decided to take turns on sleeping considering the area they are in. it isn't safe enough for everyone to sleep, especially on the night. They can hear those monsters heavy stomping and running followed by the terrifying screams. Indicating that they are still lurking outside though not getting inside.

"Where the fuck is she?" Zeke cursed under his breath.

"I don't know, and I am not having a good feeling about it." Kreois muttered. "Maybe we should wake up Luke and tell him."

"No leave him... he just went to bed. He is human too."

"Then what are we going to do?"

"I will go look for her. And I am sure Cyrus will be fine. He will come soon." With that Zeke stood up.

"Hope they both are fine; we should have stopped them when they are arguing." Kreois let out a huff. "Be safe."

Nodding Zeke went out in search for Lavinia. dark hallway not giving him enough light forcing him to take out the flashlight. Looking room by room he stopped near the stairs which leads to the basement and the upper floors. Deciding to check the upper floors before the basement he went up the stairs holding a solid wood log on other hand. You never know when danger will jump on you in these places. He has watched plenty of horror movies to know that.

As he ascended the stairs the dull noises of breaking things can be heard. His heart quickened as he walked faster to the place, he thinks the noise is coming from. Even though the possibility of danger is high he decided to break the door and Burge in as soon as he heard the shattering of glasses multiple times. Only to find out the scene he never would even think of seeing.

Lavinia pov...

All I could feel was anger, betrayal, and uselessness if that were a feeling. My mind is hurting like hell. I never thought they would do such a thing. It is making me uncomfortable and feel unwell. It is making those filthy feeling return. I want to take those out. I don't want to feel those all over again.

After I cursed to my late dad with my heart's content I decided to go inside. But I didn't have the heart to face the rest as I wondered through the hallway reaching where I am. As soon as I felt the wetness from the tears which unconsciously formed in my eyes, I ran to the closest room near me. Afraid that anyone would see me.

Just as I closed the door and locked it, my emotions went wild. I felt all of it at the same time. Much more than any, I felt angry. Rage took me over as I started to throw each and every thing that came into my hands. Pushing over the massive things I can't throw, which leads to shattering couples of glass souvenirs. Pieces of shattered glasses everywhere as I sat down near the wall. Tears falling down from my blood shot eyes.

The mirror Infront of me showing a reflection of me but she isn't me. All I can see is a pathetic helpless girl in there. I can't help but start feeling those dark emotions all over again. Screamed repeatedly but those feelings aren't going back. Throwing the heavy vase near me, shattering the mirror with it I laughed in peace. At least I can't see her now. But the voices on my head weren't letting me breath. Screaming those heavy painful words to me.

"You should die. You don't even have a heart."

"You don't deserve to live."

"You said all those, are you a human?"

"I am sure they are tired of you."

"No one needs you, die already."

"Who loves you? You pathetic monster."

All those comments emerging from back of my head. Maybe they are true. Maybe, I really should die. No human would say anything like that to anyone. I am useless. I am pathetic. I should die. My mind agreed to those words.

Hand moving on its own as it picked put a sharp piece of shattered glass. Holding it so tight that my fingers and palms bleeding. But I couldn't care less. Moving it near my arm were my pulmonary veins and arteries reside I slashed it over and over. Blood oozing out in substantial amounts. I couldn't feel anything. I feel so light and some sense of happiness. Wanting to feel it more I repeatedly harmed myself till to the point I wasn't able to. I smiled knowing very soon I will lessen the burden on other's shoulders. They will have a higher chance of surviving now.

Laying there on my own puddle of blood I closed my eyes feeling lightweight. Finally giving into those thoughts. last thing I heard was a door being forced to open.

"At least let me die in peace."

Author pov...

Zeke stood there in shock. faintly trembling holding his breath in. the whole room was a mess. Everything scattered around like a hurricane hit it. giving it a creepy look. He stepped in with the log on his hand ready to swing anytime. As he moved forward his body feeling the coldness in the room. He can almost see his breaths.

He around the room with the flashlight scanning it carefully. He spotted couple drops of red as he moved further in. those couple of drops turning into smudges and big puddles. gulping hard he followed the train of blood.

"CYRUS!!" he screamed seeing the end of the train.

"What happened...what is this all blood... are you hurt..." he ranted.

Panicking he moved forward as he pulled Cyrus's body into his. His cloths drenching with blood as it was still following out. Hurriedly setting up the light so he can inspect the almost cold body for the injury. Only to make his eyes wide open in shock. His one hand was missing. How? Why? When? All questions flooded Zeke mind as he tried to stop the bleeding. Tying with a random cloth near him he looked at Cyrus's face. Blood smeared near his mouth.

"Could he be- please no." Zeke prayed.

With trembling hands Zeke opened Cyrus closed eyes only to red glowing orbs. In shock he pushed Cyrus, backing away from him a little. Did he really transform into one. But he looks so human unlike those things... he thought.

"Wait... did he eat himself? There was blood on his face but no injury..." he talked to himself. "But he said it was tomorrow?"

No time to waste he hurriedly tied Cyrus up with the curtain making sure he won't be able to move easily. Getting out of the room closing the door and locking it from the outside he pushed a cabinet near Infront of the door, blocking it. hurriedly ran back to the original room where everyone is heavily breathing.

"God please no. not now" he prayed as he ran through the hallway.

"I am begging you."

End of chapter twenty-one