The Ender Princess -UNDER RECONSTRUCTION-

Unneeded Apologies

I was wrapped in inky blackness. I couldn't move, nor could I open my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

A voice grabbed my attention. The voice sounded vaguely familiar. It was that of a boy's. A young boy. His soft, youthful, voice somewhat monotone. Although I couldn't see or rouse, I could feel a presence nearby.

"I don't even know what I did, but whatever it was, I'm so sorry. Please don't leave me. I can't deal with being alone anymore." he paused, sadness causing his voice to shake as he drew in a breath.

Though I could not see, I could almost imagine what was currently happening. He was sitting nearby, either on a chair or a stool, overlooking my resting body. His posture was low and he hunched forward with his fingers laced into a large fist that covered his mouth.

"Seven." He finally spoke, choking on misery.

"It's been seven years. Seven years since they left. Seven years since my last legitimate interaction with another human. I can't take another seven years here all alone." Anger was present in his tone. It felt false, though; As if he was trying to hide something else. Longing and depression were hidden behind his anger.

"I-I can't even bring myself to think of it without losing myself." He became troubled. "Well," A chuckle escaped from his mouth.

He stood up and the floor creaked as he took long strides over to the end of the bed. The wood of the bed post squeaked when he leaned up against it. I could hear his feet shuffle against the floor as he started to loose balance. He didn't stop though, almost as if his heart had stopped and he lay still, unconscious.

"I already have..." his voice trailed off.

"I just can't bare to think of it." he restated, being thrown back into reality. With a large wave of his arms, he walked back to his original place beside the bed. "My past, that is." he specified. The old chair creaked when he set himself down on it.

"Nor can I think of my future, for I fear there is none for me. And, I mean," he laughed somewhat, trying to suppress the sadness.

"Why would there be? I have no potential! There is nothing, absolutely nothing in store for me! I have no greater destiny than to live in this mansion all alone!" A deep sob forced its way out from deep within.

He brought his legs close to him as he cried, causing the chair to creak. His tears rolled down his knees as he buried his face between them.

"I'm going to die here." His voice cracked as he tried to keep from breaking again. "And no one will care."

I knew this voice. Even through the sobs and hiccups, I could recognize the tender voice of the young genius, Fly. I felt sorry, but there was nothing I could do. How I longed to comfort him with a hug or consoling words.

"Anyone who would have cared for me is long gone anyways, so what's the point of going on." he exhaled.

"You see, my mother put me up for adoption almost immediately after she gave birth to me. Some mother she was!" he grunted.

My ears prickled at the sharp and loud sound of a clatter from across the room, as if an object was thrown.

"But," he sniffed. "Soon after, an older couple came and took me in. They raised me up well; The way good parents should. I shared this mansion with them for six years." The sadness seemed to subside from his voice.

Only for a moment did he look up and smile. His eyes red from the tears that still streamed down his cheeks.

"Until she got sick." The sadness rushed back and hit him like a ton of bricks. "Not long after, he got sick too. It wasn't until another year later that I was left all alone." His voice trembled.

"In this god forsaken mansion where I'm damned to die alone and forgotten!" he screamed. A sob erupted from deep within the depths of his soul.

Fly quickly stood up and knocked the chair over, sending it across the room and against the wall. He shoved all of the items off of the dresser and left his head hanging low as he leaned over it. His body shuddered as his deep cries echoed through the room.

"How could a boy like me, of thirteen years of age, just come to accept his fate of dying alone?" His yells echoed sharply against the wooden walls. "I-I don't want to die." he whimpered. Sadness once again flooded over him.

How badly I wanted to comfort him. To show him solace and compassion. To say 'Don't worry. Everything will be alright.'

"You know." He looked up at the mirror and forced a small
smile. "I could just end it. Right here. Right now. At least I wouldn't have to live through this hell."

Something slid over the wooden dresser, making a soft scraping sound. He paused and drew a long breath.

Fly stopped and shook his head, biting his lip. "But, it's not worth it. I might as well sit around and wait for death to meet me so I can look at it straight in the eye," He stood up and stared at his reflection, rage making his cloudy eyes stormy. "And treat him like the son-of-a-bitch he is for taking me whole family away from me." He gritted his teeth as he smiled a smile of vengeance.

"But until then, I'll just wait. I'll wait and wait and wait 'till it comes. Only then will I receive the dreadful fate that I was destined to receive."

With that, everything went silent. The voice disappeared and the sounds were no longer. The presence seemed to dissipate. The blackness swirled around me as I floated into the dark abyss. Back into the unknown. Back into the shadows.

A/N: added some fan art of Fly as a Furret ;3
~Kyra