Future Fantasy

Hawaii

Hey guys!! So there's four more chapters left of part one! I'm going to be updating every three days starting now.

Also, I'm thinking of writing a little series based a few years before this one is written, told from an oc's pov. Would you guys read it? It's going to be gay and may have some background of who peridot's mom is, and maybe a little secret about peridot ???? ;)

- Lapis' POV -

We arrive at the lake, and I detach her chains from the wall of the truck. It's nearly impossible when she keeps trying to bite me. I'm ready to snap at her and ask her,"Who's the animal now?" but I know I shouldn't. 

I lead her to the lake. She can barely see. It's like trying to lead a blind woman.

She sits in the grass and doesn't move.

"Aren't you going to wash up?" I ask her.

"I don't know if I can. I can't see."

"You don't need to see to bathe." You already do it without your smell.

"I can't bathe with chains."

"Well, that I can understand."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Are you going to take them off?"

"No. Bathe with them on. They won't rust." I toss her a bottle of conditioner, then turn around and take off my clothes. I use my ability to create a little storm cloud, then I make it rain so that it resembles a shower. She just sits there and watches. Even if she could see, I don't care. 

- Peridot's POV -

There is no way I'm changing in front of her!

We've only just met, and now all the sudden she wants me to get dressed in front of her? Witches really are wild animals!

"If you're worried about changing in front of me, who do you think took off your dress."

My face goes completely red. I try to say something, but all I can say is,"Gah! Y-you clod!" I look around, put the bottle of conditioner down and make a run for it. "You're a pedophile! I've read about clods like you!" Something wet bubbles around my head, and I can't breathe. Water. Of course. How stupid of me.

"Don't run," she says. What a cloddy thing to say. But before I can ignore her and keep on moving, watery hands emerge from behind me and pull me back down. I take a seat in the grass.

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We're stuck in this clodding old truck for what seems like days. My hair is an absolute mess, I've refused to bathe. I'm also getting pretty skinny, I've refused to eat, too, only eating and drinking small portions. 'Never know what kind of shit a witch would put in a human's food.

We stop for some odd reason, and there's some commotion outside the truck. I wait an hour, and two people come onto the truck. They un-latch the chain from the truck, and they take me outside. Then I'm put in the back of a van. I feel two other people get in the back with me. One is very heavy, they sit next to me.

"Hey, corundum peridot," they whisper. I can't tell if they're a boy, a girl, or both.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Steven. Here, drink this. It'll help your eyes." He hands me a glass bottle. I drink it. At this rate, I don't care if I die.

My eyes start to numb, they close for a moment and then they're open again.

I can see.