Against those fairytales

acknowledgment

Viven pov

I heard it again, something beside me, some whining.
My body gathered the strength to opened its eyes. To fully comprehened the surrounding.
I saw Yuma beside me. He felt as if he was complaining or narrating something to me while holding my hand.
I tried to open my mouth but it strechted and pained.
I pushed myself so I could sit.
" Rest. Your body needs rest." He said. But I still managed it somehow.
I tried to inhale. But it welcomed unbearable pain. My head almost dizzy I asked his reason for his trouble.
My cheek, i still felt some burning sensation. I touched it. My heart sank.
It wasn't smooth. Moreover, It felt like it has been peeled.
I told yuma, to give me his phone.
He declined.
I commanded it in sharp tone. My breath out of control.
He tried to persuade but I snatched. Opened a camera.
And saw my left cheek with blister that could never recover.
My face was burned.
The phone fell from my hand and I cried.
Simple movement around my cheeks were hurting but how would i erase the pain that was written in my fate.
He comforted me. He caressed my back.
" If you wouldn't befriend that traitor."
" What?" I asked.
" Nothing." He tried to divert me from the topic.
" Say." I orderd in a word.
" Your friend, if she would close the oven."
Crystal. She did this.
He knew her. I mean did he know that she was my friend.
He must believed me in heresay.
"This can't be true. "
" I heard it from her mouth." He said jn surety.
I paused for a while. A blank uncertain expression.
He hugged me. He held me close. Telling me that everything will be okay.
I wasn't reacting. Hate upsurged with a disgust.
How could she? For a boy. How could she tried to kill me. All those time that we spent together was nothing to her.

Her ego didn’t accept it. Blinded by beauty. But wasn’t I your friend? I
I saw him, witha grief. My choice was for me and like always it turned against me.
For once, I ought to be selfish but what price did I pay.

My face was paining but the scariest part that it would leave a scar. A footprint of the punishment for thinking about me or should I say about someone's fragile intention.

I would never forgive you for this crystal. I wasn't as like you. And now I am glad I was never.
 
I asked him to leave me alone.

Valentina pov

I was silently caressing my hair. Slowing brushing my hair up and down.
I braided them from up to down.
Long hair, I always loved them since my childhood.
My mother had like them. It was so years back then, that I didn't remember her face, only her long lustorous hair.
I caressed them once more. Looked at the mirror.
Without losing contact, I picked the scissor.  I hesiataed. A long memory of my mother, My piece and the thing that was so adored by Aizen.

But now, it should be shed. I am no longer what I thought of me as. And these hair remind  me again and again. That I am no close to my mother.

I moved the scissor and finally took a courage. My hands were trembling. In middle, I got bit nervous.
it almost came into slightly V shape. Rough hairs on the back. It felt like a rushed to trim.

I looked at the scissor again.

Called the driver.

He took me to her place or should I say Yuma place. It was raining heavily.
I knocked the door and in intially, no one answered.

After two or three bell rings, Viven opened the door.
Half drenched, guilty eyes. She saw me.
" You shouldn't have come."
Her face was almost unreadable.

She didn't waited for my response. She shut the door immediately.

I still waited and now my whole dress was wet. My hair, my eyes, my face, all were soaked in water.

I was still waiting for her to open the door.
Half an hour passed.
The driver advised me to enter in the car.
I commanded him to not wait for me.
He had no option left. He obeyed.

I don't even remember the duration. But the blood was now out of control. Dropped like a tears of the rain. My mind was still focusing, hoping for a open door.
Trying to hold my body together. My body felt it was hallucinating, seeing things in motion. I tapped to distract.
But it was now no longer help and suddenly my body surrended.
I fell on the floor, still praying that door would be closed.


After some while, I saw myself on hospital. My body felt little weak but better than before.
I sat and saw Aizen hands crossed.
At the edge of the door, he was waiting for me to recover.
My eyes wandered. It was hard to see him.

I tried to read his expression, but he seem calm. More than he should be.
He noticed me. I quickly distracted my eyes.
I was filled with shame. To even try to do anything right.

He went away. I knew he didn't want to be link with criminal.
I held the sheet firmly. Remembering the word of that punk.
I was as him. A monster.
And the trace of him lived longer than him.
I noticed something, a scar, a deep wounded on my wrist.
It felt that it would last forever.

My whole life, every being was obsessed with flawless and this scar.
It didn't pain. It felt freedom.
From the chains of my wounds that was never allowed to be scar.
I pressed it softly. On my white skin.
A long bruised mark. Remarked of my punishment.

And the footprint of life betrayal to not give me second chance. While always begging to me for the one.

But now nothing felt like a complain. Everything settled.

Aizen came back. I hid myself more.
From those blaming eyes.
Bit he didn't made a eye contact with me too.
A tray on his hand. He sat near me.

He dipped sushi on the sauce and offered. Sushi, his favourite food.
My eyes widened, about to be teary.
" Aizen..."
" you should not talk while eating."
I could see his calm tone hiding something beneath him. And it made me even more sadder.
I ate and he kept on feeding me but in between, his harp question interviened.
" Wasn't I enough?" Without any expression and an eye contact.
And the last bit was the hardest to swallow for me.

Aizen pov

I closed the door so she wouldn't hear anything. I saw Yuma standing with a passed face.
" Be a lot softer." I warned.
" Can you tell your princess to stop creating ruckus around my house?Viven is still recovering."
I didn't answered that question.
" you have put her in your head. A over confident Richie psycho. Be careful, I didn't called the police."
" You can. There was no crime on side of her. You wanted her to leave you both?"
" Yes."
" Ohk go on a coffee with me."