Solitude

Chapter two- Curiously colored

Packing was simple. My clothes, which was only a few shirts, a cloak, three pairs of pants, and my undergarments including my nightgown. The next thing I packed were my art supplies, my Rosemary and basil, and a pair of shoes. I placed my backpack full of items near the kitchen counter, ready to go. My phone phone rang for the seventh time. Just another voice mail left.

"Winnie, please pick the phone up. I need to say goodbye. I need to see you one more time before you leave. Please, I'm sorry about what I said I just, I got drunk and...." I stopped listening, I just couldn't. I simply sat on my couch with my head in my pale hands.

When SCAR relocated someone, that someone usually didn't come back. It was a huge conspiracy theory down on level 12 that extended and reformed into new ideas and rumors that only made my head spin. What if I never came back? I had finally accepted this place as my home and now.... there was a fifty fifty chance of me never coming back here. But surely they had to bring me back, where else would I go otherwise? It's not like I can just travel up all the levels to go outside, oh heck no SCAR would throw a fit and throw all their soldiers onto me as soon as I got to level 6. Maybe they would take me to the human's base, or the very first level. Of course, I don't think they'd let me due to security purposes, but maybe just to keep me in check and subdue me into not rebelling- which I wasn't even thinking about. But then again, why not contain the largest population of all, to me it seems they would be the largest threat. So many Faeries that were absolutely outraged?- I'd be fearful of my life and the lives of others most definitely. Faeries were terrifying creatures when they wanted to be, possibly even more than Wendigos. Although, they had their own reasons for being terrifying and unhappy, they were almost the undead, and I'd be completely horrid if I hadn't had any food in a month or two.

     Another voicemail sounded off in the background. Another apology was made. And more silence followed after. Only six more hours until they came to relocate me. I looked around, trying to burn every detail of my level into my brain. The cracks in the walls, the shimmering effect my countertop gives off when the over head light is on, the way the cold from the floor seeps into my toes. Not going to lie, I was truly going to miss this place to death. It was a shame I couldn't bring my easel with me to paint on, that was one of the items I would definitely regret leaving behind the most.

     That stupid easel that Dimitri made me. He'd made it for me when my tenth birthday came around. The stainless steel was lightweight but sturdy enough not to break apart or let lose a few screws because they didn't fit anymore. Oh no, this easel was of top quality and had no doubt caught the attention of many Cherubs' eyes when he walked through the levels to bring it to me. God I missed him already. I was never one to hold a grudge, could never do it. The guilt is always what got to me in the end, no matter how hard I tried to contain it it always found me, somehow.

     This time, when the phone rang I ran to pick it up.

     "Dimitri! I'm so sorry. I've been completely overreacting." I sobbed into the phone. I'd finally snapped, I don't know what I was going to do without him with me on my relocation. "Please come over. I need to say goodbye."

     "Winnie! Oh thank god you picked up. I'm so fucking sorry, I'm already on level 98, it'll take me five minutes to get down to you just send me an invitation, and hurry we don't have much time left. Only a few more hours." Dimitri's frantic tone made me send an invitation to him quicker. Only, the invitation sender wasn't loading up.

     "Dimitri I can't! It's not letting me!" I jabbed my finger onto the screen, desperately wishing it would just let me send the damn thing. It wasn't allowing me to.