Alex's POV
I watch Molly as she sleeps. She seems perfectly normal; her lips are curved into a half-smile and her long eyelashes sweep her cheeks. I sigh as her lips return to a tight line and her eyes open, revealing her red orbs add reminding me of the situation at hand.
"Just go to sleep," she says coldly. "It's not like I can go anywhere, anyways." She glares at me as if I kicked her puppy, and I drop my gaze to the ground.
"Go back to sleep," I whisper pleadingly. She sighs in protest, but I look up to see her leaning against the wall. Her red eyes flutter shut as she shifts to get comfortable.
"What's your name?" she mutters after a while.
"Go to sleep," I repeat.
"Tell me your name," she demands bitterly. I sigh.
"Alex," I grumble. "Now, go to sleep." She grunts.
"I'm Mo-" she starts.
"I know who you are," I murmur. I shut my eyes, willing myself to sleep. But I can't. It's not just the fact that she could find a way to get away while I sleep. Something keeps my mind buzzing with electricity, so I sigh, opening my eyes. Molly, who bitterly stares at me with confusion, drops her gaze to her lap.
"Is something wrong?" I ask.
"No," she replies. "You just seem familiar." I shake my head the slightest bit. If Molly wasn't demonic right now, she would have mumbled the last part. This version of her says it in the same clipped, shameless, and uncomfortably calm voice that she has used since she was changed.
"I knew you before you changed, you know," I whisper. She looks back up at me.
"What do you mean, before I changed?" she asks.
"This isn't the normal you," I start. "The normal you is an angel, not a demon. You normally have really pretty eyes- dark brown- and you're the most caring person I think I know." My throat swells slightly, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. "And Zack- that inconsiderate idiot, Zack, of all people- changed that in you!"
She looks at me, bewildered. "Are you out of your mind?" she asks. "I've always been like this. I can actually trust Zack!"
"You haven't been this way, Molly," I argue. "You used to be the most considerate person I've ever met, but Zack changed you!"
"Alex, don't test yourself by feeding me lies," she growls.
"I'm not!" I cry desperately. "You used to be good! You used to be kind!"
"And how would you know that?" she demands.
"Molly, I have been your best friend since you were seven years old," I whisper, scooting closer to her. "You've been my best friend since I was nine years old. You think I don't know you?"
"Why would I believe that?" she scoffs. "I don't remember any of it."
"Because you lost you memory," I sputter. "Get that through your thick head! You were good, but you were put under a spell, and now you're bad. Good? Good." I grunt and cross my arms over my chest, leaning back. She glares at me, and my harsh facade starts to falter under her gaze. If looks could kill, I'd be in my grave now.
"If I weren't chained to a wall, I'd be clawing your eyes out right now," she breathes through clenched teeth.
"That makes two of us," I huff. "Just because I'm not chained to a wall doesn't mean I don't want to claw your eyes out."
She rolls her eyes angrily before squeezing them shut, and I scoff again before turning away from her. I don't know how much longer I can sit with this shell of my former best friend. I shake The Dreaming Wanderer's shoulder, and she wakes up with a grunt, still wearing her mask and hood.
"You need to keep watch before I rip her to shreds," I grumble before walking to my mattress. I lie on my bed and close my eyes, trying to fall asleep. But I feel Molly's glare burning into my back. I try to ignore it as my mind slowly starts to shut the world out. It gets worse after a while, and I shift uncomfortably, desperate to get to sleep and get rid of the feeling. She continues to stare daggers into my back until I can't take it anymore. I turn to her, opening my eyes and squinting at her.
"What do you want?" I snap.
"What?" she replies, her voice equally cold.
"You're glaring at me as I try to sleep," I point out.
"Yeah, I've decided that I hate your guts," she says matter-of-factly. "I don't believe that I'd ever be friends with you."
The words send a stabbing pain through my heart. "Likewise," I bite before turning away from her again. The words hurt, but I can't stand her like this.
It's not real. But I don't like the false version of Molly Reynolds.
Her eyes aren't the same. Her pink lips aren't curled into their usual smile, and her eyes aren't their normal, amazing dark chocolate color. Her voice has an extremely harsh edge to it, and she stares at her bow, which is propped up in the corner of my cabin, as if it is her savior. In a way, it is.
I flop onto my back, opening my eyes to stare at the ceiling. Her laugh may never be the same. She'll see Zack as the world's best role model, when, in reality, he's nothing short of a mere grain of sand at the beach. She won't be ecstatic to see her father again because she won't recognize him. She won't react the same way when we get home. And it's all because of Zack.
He's a demon. No one knows. So no one can do anything about him. I'm determined to get The Dreaming Wanderer's permission to turn him in as one. Everyone will be safer.
Another thought eats away at my mind. What if The Dreaming Wanderer can't get Molly back to her normal state? What if she's a demon forever? I don't know what I would do with myself. I have to get her back to normal.
I continue to toss and turn on my bed until I can't take it anymore. I can't sleep. I turn to look at Molly, who has finally fallen asleep. She is still facing me, making me think that she was staring at me until fatigue lulled her into a deep sleep.
The slightest purr of a small snore rumbles from her mouth, and I smile in spite of myself. It quickly faded when I remember it isn't her. This could be nothing more than a mere copy of Molly.
Whatever it is, I need the real one back.
I need her back.
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WOO! Friendship Fluff at the end of the chapter! (I may or may not have just made Friendship Fluff a thing...) Anyways! Thanks for reading and being patient for updates, and stay heavenly!
~Mabel
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