The Fall (Revised)

Chapter Seven

The Leader simply just leads me outside and we started off in the direction of the Leader's discussion room. My dress glimmers like the stars in the sky as we walk under the moonlight. Everything not in the sky seems to be a little gloomier than they were in the day, but the sky seemed to glisten and come to life, almost as if it is rejoicing the sun's absence. Which now that I think about it, it is probably because of that.

We soon arrive at the place where I assume the gala is being held. The building has a homey exterior while still looking exquisite. The dome-shaped roof towered over me and in the back of my head, I could hear Irky sighing happily at the sight.

We step inside and that is when it hits me. They're giving me a gala for basically killing Fallon. Yes, sure it is actually because I have a higher being inside of me, but I still can't help but feel like I am to blame for his death. Probably because his death is because of me. A sullen face falls upon me and I do my best to cover it before anyone notices and does something crazy to try and cheer me up; like kiss the ground I walk on. I just really want to ignore this all. 

The wooden doors all of a sudden swing open allowing me to see the interior of the building. Navy blue drapes hang delicately by the windows I didn't even notice, and the floor bestows stone tiles with some flowers etched in them.  The Leader nudged me into the room and I tried to push the thoughts of Fallon out of my mind as I walk inside the room and look around. Everyone is in their best clothes scattered around mingling with other civilians of Tatheu. 

No one really notices our arrival as they continue to talk and laugh amongst themselves. So instead of making an obvious arrival I just anxiously peer around for Bailey or my family. Once I spot Bailey in the back right corner of the room just now noticing tables on the outskirts of the room with black chairs surrounding them. Bailey, -being unusually quiet- is just standing there lost in her thoughts. 

I quietly go over to where she is sitting at the table and I sit beside her. Her face brightens and she hugs me awkwardly over the chair arms. A smile comes upon my face and I feel myself allow a fleeting moment of normality to return to my life before she pulls away to look at my face. "Why didn't you tell me?" she questions looking a little hurt. "Why didn't you tell me you were her?"

I give the ground of the room a glare and reply, "I didn't know until-" I cut myself off, unable to talk about his death just yet.

Her hurt face changes one of guilt, "I- I'm sorry I didn't know."

I ignore her comment and crack a small smile, "There sure are a lot of 'didn't''s in this conversation, isn't there?"

She lets out a strained chuckle and nods. Just as I was about ot ask her another question I see her eyes wander over to the other side of the room. I quirk my eyebrows upwards in question, before I follow her line of sight. When I find who she is looking at I nudge her with my shoulder. "Jason?"

She blushes as I mention the guard who lead me to the arena. Who would've guessed she likes him? Well, Fallon and Roman did place a bet on who she liked a month or two earlier. Fallon bet that she liked an older guy whose not in our grade, and Roman bet that she liked no one. Looks like Roman owes Fallon a free cookie or something- well he would if he was still here...

I push the thoughts away and focus on Bailey, on the here and now. "I-I- Well he's cute, I guess?" she hesitantly shrugs, trying to pull off a nonchalant face, but failing miserably.

Aw, young love. Irky commented inside my head with a sigh.

I giggle under my breath before I look at my life long best friend. She has always been here for me. When she found out I liked Fallon she basically dragged me to sit beside him at our lunch table, she grabbed Roman's ear and dragged him away, saying, "I am mad at you, Roman, for no apparent reason, so we are going to go over here to talk, and leave those two alone to talk."