Reborn

Chapter 4

Later that night

I sit in my basement, looking at the dull colored walls and letting my mind be blank. I cant take anymore of this. I cant. 

Its already hard enough with Mavis being all normal now, like nothing ever happened. Somehow its worse watching her be like that then her being sad. It would be easier for me to deal with, but that's selfish of me to think like that.

 I cant be selfish anymore. I have to be strong for Mavis.

 I have to.

A blaring light makes me yelp. and I quickly cover my eyes. "What the hell?!?" I shriek, and something grabs me, dragging me as I struggle. "Let go of me you bas-" 

Then there is screaming silence, tearing me apart as I scream. Well. I think i'm screaming. I cant hear anything over the silence that consumes me and my body. 

It finally stops and I gasp on the ground, choking and coughing as i try to breathe again. 

After a few minutes i can finally get oxygen in my lungs, my forehead resting agisnt te cool marble below me. 

      Slowly I calm, leaving me finally asking the main 2 questions. Where am I and what the heck just happened. 

      I look up to see a guy my age, with light blonde hair and soft light green eyes. He has a thin build, not stocky, but definitely has muscle.

     "Where am I" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.  He laughs, causing me to flinch. "That is NOT what I expected you to say. I though more of 'Who the hell are you' or something like that" I glower at him and repeat my question. 

He sighs and looks me right in the eyes. "Your in Safern"

"Safern?" I repeat audaciously, disbelief filling the word. He nods his head. I start laughing. 

"What is wrong with you?" I ask him, trying not to choke. Then three other people walk in.

A tall girl with dark skin and dark brown hair walks towards me, bending down to my level on the floor to put me eye to eye with her rich chocolate eyes.

 "Hi Alesia, I'm Amera" she puts out her hand, and looks at me.

 I keep my hands where they are and put on a cold stone face, hopefully making it expressionless.

 I can feel a feeling in my gut saying that she's a friend, like I've seen her before. It unnerves me. 

I look to the two people behind her. Another boy about my age with dark brown hair and blue eyes looks at me. He has a different build then the other boy. Not a thin as a twig but more solid, and has the same amount of muscle. The lady next to him looks at me with dull gray eyes and brown hair with spotches of white in a bun, as she looks about 40.

 "Why am I here" I ask, trying to make myself friendly. 

"Well Alesia, you are a very unique girl an-" 

"Don't you dare start that crap. Is this some kind of way of getting me therapy? How much did my grandparents pay you to do this whole thing huh? Well, however much I bet I can pay more for you to say you had a session with me, but didn't. I. Don't. Need. Therapy."