Hope isn't a word I really believe in. [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

‘You don’t miss a good thing ‘till it’s gone.’

Atozzio

Above the drawing, was written in beautiful calligraphy, 'Odessa - The Queen of Fairies & Pixies'.

She touched her arm with the scar. Not many people knew about or noticed it.

Alexia looked at her with glee, slowly, very slowly, changing to confused.

Sinny just kept staring.

It wasn't computing.

It... Wasn't... Right...

"Wh-wh- How?..."

Alexia snickered.

"No... No." She paused, eyes slowly moving up to Alexia's.

"You're sick, Alexia. Sick and twisted!" she cried.

"Huh?"

She backed away. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Whaddaya mean?"

"You think this is funny?!"

"What are you on about?"

"Th-that can't be me."

"Well, I don't think it is. But the resemblance is... Well, look at her!" she laughed.

"But, it’s me." her lip quivered, and she shook, pointing at it. She looked so frail.

"Sinny, are you alright?"

The colour had been drained from her cheeks. She continued to quiver, turned and ran. Her hair billowed behind her, like the rolling waves of the ocean crashing against rocks.

"Sinny!" she called after her. "Wait!"

Sinny didn't listen.

She ran into the pelting rain, which had grown in weight and speed. That's when the tears came, subconsciously streaming down her face. They were angry, confused tears. It didn't matter though - the rain had already drenched her.

She didn't run too far; just far enough.

Sinny reached up to a tree and grunted, ripping off a breaking branch, with a satisfying snap. She threw it on the ground, kicking it. Her breaths were shaky. Falling back onto the branch, Sinny sobbed into her hands.

"What's wrong with me? I'm not a cry baby." she bawled.

Its funny how when you don’t cry in the times you should, you end up breaking down at the most minuscule of moments.

"Why am I crying?" She sniffed, rubbing at her eyes. They turned all puffy and red.

Her emotions were so messed up; loss as Ackiar is sleeping at the moment, disappointment as she can't use magic, happiness as she finally got a book, shock as she found her hair was coloured blue, guilt as she turned Pinnferr away, confused for finding magic existed, enchantment as she watched it being performed and surprise as she found she looked exactly like the queen of fairies or something.

I guess I had to break down some time, she thought, still wiping at her eyes.

She gulped.

A voice murmured out to her: "Tell me what's wrong, Sinny." said the male voice.

She looked up, sniveling.

It was that boy again.

The one with straw blonde hair.