The Devil with a Halo (On hold)

Chapter 23 - The Key

--The Key--

*Flashback*

"I thought you were better than this." The woman, whose splitting image I was, shook her head disappointingly at me.

"But..I love him.." I said, so slowly in such a low tone, I doubt if she even heard.

"Love won't keep you alive, Skylar. Power will." Her stern voice made me nauseous.

"I don't care. I want him. I..I need him.." I wanted to make her understand so desperately, how much I love the man she don't approve of.

"You don't need him. You're just a delusional little girl in love, all you see, all you feel, is just a part of your illusion. You've weaved yourself a delusional fairy tale which you will never get to experience. Come out of your shell, sweetie. Open your eyes to see the real world, your world, full of menace. Don't let those romantic books and movies make you lose touch of reality. Wake up before you suffer a heartbreak which will forever weaken you." I would like to think she tried to pour some compassion in her words but couldn't, because she just wasn't compassionate. But, it is not true.

Her words broke my heart, her tone more so. 

I wonder why my mother was like this? Where was she when the god was distributing compassion and love? Probably in the long line of those who wanted power and status.

"Dear, love is not true, and even if it is, then no man can give it to you. You want love?  Get it for yourself from within you. You don't have to let a man affect you so much. Don't bother. Men are not worth it anyway."

"Maybe, mama..but what if he is willing to give it to me? Shall I decline him and throw away the endless amount of love, I know he can shower on me?" I ask, trying hard to engrave her words in my mind but failing to do..

"Throw it away." She replied, simply, shrugging.

"Mama! How can you say so?" I asked, greatly agitated. My mother was giving me the most empowered talk that a heartbroken girl like me can ever want or need, she was saying the words which each girl should engrave in her mind and heart but I was failing to do so. 

"Just like he can snatch everything away from me." She said, her eyes blazing with anger, she stood up and pointed a finger at me. And maybe that's the reason for why I was failing, she was saying those words not to empower me but for her own selfishness, how unfortunate of me. 

"You need to get over him. Stop being a weak girl, be like the girl I raised. You're born to rule, not to succumb under love like this. Behave like the queen, you thought you were when you were 6. You need to get yourself together or get out." She said and walked out of my room.

"Well..aren't mother-daughter talks emotional." I muttered to myself, watching her leave. And in that moment, a decision was made.

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*Present*

I looked into the mirror and the girl which stared back at me..well it's been a long time since I've last seen her.

The girl in the mirror had silver-grey eyes, but that was not what was different about her. It's not her eyes, her nose or face, it's her hair. Flaming red, shinier, lengthier, silkier, and kinda damaged from the abuse of those hair color dyes.

Coming further down from hair, the girl was wearing a formal one-piece dress, quarter-sleeved, pastel and expensive. She was standing there demurely, with hands behind her back and a gun lying in front of her on the oak wood dressing table.