Hades' Cursed Luna

Broken Piece Of A Puzzle

Eve~

I watched as the bird flew about. Something in me ached at the sight. Freedom... It was near yet so far. I looked down at the new phone that I had been given. The numbers that I should have had were already added. My mother's and my father's. Yet, despite having been married off for days now, there had not been a single message, not a single call from them.

I swallowed thickly, emotion clogging my throat. I knew by now that whatever love they had ever felt for me was dead, but still, I craved the voice of someone familiar. I craved it like oxygen.

I swallowed what little was left of my non-existent pride and clicked the call icon. My heart thundered in my chest as the beeping started. I counted each beep until the tenth. 
"I am not available at the moment, leave a message after the beep." 
I cut the call, biting my lip hard. But it did not stop me from quivering as silent tears fell down my face. I hated myself for this pathetic weakness. But I had lost my strength a long time ago, and I had just been fooling myself.

A knock pulled me out of my reverie, and I quickly wiped my tears away. If the person wanted to enter, they could. I had no choices here.

"Come in," I said.

The door swung open, and a woman stepped in. Dressed in a white silk shirt and a pair of black trousers, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, and when her eyes fell on me, she waved a bit.

"Hello, princess," her voice was soft yet audible, and I found myself turning fully to her.

"Yes, how may I help you?" I asked.

She smiled. "I just want to talk," she replied. "Could you help me with that?"

I scrunched my brows, confused as I pointed at myself. "You want to talk to me?"

She nodded, her hands clasped together in front of her lap. "If you don't mind."

I blinked. There was something disarming about her—the way she spoke, moved, and gestured. It seemed natural but practiced all at once. Her hazel eyes were soft, and when I saw her fangs, I was not immediately on high alert.

"I would not mind," I answered after a thoughtful moment.

"Thank you." She came to the bed and sat, patting a space on the bed. "You are not too uncomfortable. Come sit with me so we can talk."

I hesitated before I walked over and sat on the other side of the bed from where she sat.

"My name is Amelia," she said. "But friends call me Lia."

I nodded again, not meeting her eyes.

There was silence for a little while, as though she was waiting for something.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked finally when I could no longer take the awkwardness.

"Anything," she replied. "But I am most interested in you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Tell me about yourself," she asked.

The question was strange from someone that I had never met before, but I found that the company made it easier to ignore the turmoil within me that was tearing me apart.

"I..." I stopped. Then I opened my mouth and tried again. "I am..." My mind went blank all of a sudden. I swallowed, my head aching. Who was I? After five years in captivity, everything had been stripped away. My identity, every shred of who I once was, gone. For five years of my life, I had been kept in a cage, pierced and prodded. I became a simple animal.

I wasn't the person I used to be. That person was long gone, buried under years of captivity, pain, and betrayal. 
So I said nothing. I couldn't. It was better that way. Better to stay quiet and pretend I had answers, even when the truth was, I didn't know who I was anymore.