The Hollows Of Hiraeth (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book I

Chapter Twenty-Three

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And so a whole week went by. If you're confused then just ask Jameson, that's what I usually do.

I gently prodded at the bare, semi-healed cut on my stomach. I still haven't found out how it happened, but I've had hints from some part of my brain. It was like a second mindset, something would happen and I would initially think nothing of it, but this second mindset suggested otherwise.

I usually brushed off the weird thoughts but sometimes I did delve deeper into them, like maybe if I dig deep enough, I'll hit the rough surface of the truth.

Angela swatted my hand away with hers that had been dressed in those medical gloves.

"Don't touch it! I have to put a new bandage over it first!" She shouted at me and shook her head at me. I smiled but the smile didn't reach my eyes.

"Do you think I'll ever remember?" I asked her, my fingers tracing patterns in my fleecy blanket.

Angela gave me a sidewards glance as she prepared my bandage. "Of course you will." She told me after a while. I looked away, not feeling as positive as she sounded that I would actually remember. My eyes caught something on the windowsill and I frowned.

Angela looked over at me before putting the bandage in place and caught me staring. I turned to face her and Angela glanced over at where I was previously staring off to.

Angela laughed, "I forgot to tell you again?" She asked me even though she knew the answer already. I nodded and Angela grinned, sticking the bandage over the wound.

She stood up and pulled me up with her. We walked over to the window and I saw what had caught my attention. It was a necklace with a beautiful, overly jewelled pendant. It was simple but still managed to look straight out of the Queen's jewellery box. The silver diamonds around the top of the pendant caught the light as I picked it up. The pendant itself was a big, oval-shaped jewel and was the colour of a summer sunset—pinks, oranges, yellows and reds. The crystals at the top scattered down into the middle of the jewel to create two swords, of which were crossed over each other. I frowned—what an extraordinary design.

"I guess someone knows just how much you miss your jewellery." Angela joked. My frown never left my face.

"You don't know who brought it here?" I asked her and she shook her head with a shrug. I paused, who would give me a necklace and not own up to it? I know for a fact that the girls get way too excited when trading gifts—I noticed this last week when they ran into my room and practically threw the boxes and gift bags on me. So that crosses them off.

I don't know many other people, so who else? I guess there's Jameson, but he isn't the gift type, and even if he was, he would most likely hand it to me personally. Maybe Angela is playing a joke? But upon looking over at her admiring it on herself in the mirror, I would confirm that to be incorrect too.

"Hey, don't dwell on it." Angela nudged my shoulder and I smiled in, though half in a daze because of the confusing thoughts. She walked behind me and started to secure the necklace around my neck. The pendant fell a little lower than the neckline of my top and I fiddled with it, feeling like asking it where it came from.

Angela smiled, "I like it!" She screamed and I shook my head at her childish behaviour. Although still confused, I couldn't help but admire the pendant. It truly was beautiful, and exactly of my liking.