The Prettiest Star || Wattys 2018

Chapter 10 Special

Five hours later in the Milano

Zonia was thrashing crazily in her sleep and mumbling incoherent things next to Drax, who was dead asleep and completely oblivious to her distress.

" It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault!" She repeated to herself in a hoarse voice. Her forehead was now covered in sweat and she was now roughly biting down on her lip almost drawing blood. All of a sudden, her star began to glow brightly, and then her entire body was eloped in the bright, pink glow and she began to slowly rise off the bed.

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Drax was half awake when he felt a sudden chill in the room. He groggily reached for the covers on the other side of the bed near Zonia. But he couldn't feel anything or anyone which puzzled him. "Zonia." he asked, confused. His eyes widened when he looked on the other side of his bed and couldn't see the covers or Zonia anywhere.

He rose up from his sleeping position and looked around the bed frantically. "Zonia!" he called out, but still no response. He was about to get off the bed when he felt something wet drop on his shoulder.

He looked down at his shoulder and wiped off a drop of water and stared up at the ceiling and gasped in shock when he saw Zonia. She was floating in the air, with the covers on her bottom half, and glowing very brightly so that it was almost blinding Drax. Fat tears were rapidly falling down from her tightly closed eyes, and she was mumbling something to herself repeatedly that Drax couldn't quite hear.

"ZONIA!" he shouted as he got off the bed. "How are you floating on the ceiling? And why are you glowing?" he questioned, but got no response.

She began to cry harder and things around the room began to shake," It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault!" she repeated in a dead tone.

Drax's pictures on the wall started to get big cracks and things began to fly off the shelves in random directions, almost hitting him.

" Zonia you need to stop !" he shouted but still no response." You have to let me help you!"

More things in the room began to shake and move as Zonia kept repeating " It's not fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault!"

"What's not your fault?" he asked out loud while dodging various things floating in his room. " I'm so sorry, i didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!"

"Zonia, what are you talking about!?"

Her eyes snapped open, revealing her bright, pink, glowing eyes, and more tears fell out as she screamed "IT'S ALL MY FAULT HE'S DEAD!"

Drax shielded his eyes as Zonia's body released a even brighter pink glow and she screamed out in agony, making everything in the room scatter even faster in random directions. "ZONIA STOP!" Drax shouted out as she started to pant heavily. Everything that was moving across the room suddenly stopped and fell on the ground, while Zonia's glowing started to fade.She fell down from her spot in the air and landed on Drax's bed, clutching her head in pain and breathing heavily. Drax quickly ran over to his bed and held up Zonia, who was now whimpering. "Zonia, I'm here for you, it's okay now." he said reassuringly while stroking her long, purple hair.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Drax. "Drax." she said.

"Yes, Zonia?"

"I killed my father. It's all my fault." she said weakly.

Drax sighed. "No you didn't, Zonia. Cain did."

"Well it's my fault he's dead. He died protecting me, I'm just as guilty as Cain."she confessed to Drax while looking down at the bed. "It should be me that's dead Drax, not him." she said sadly.

"Zonia, listen to me. Your father protected you with his dying breath because he loved you. Cain is the one responsible for his death, not you."

"But I feel guilty about it, Drax."

Drax lifted up Zonia's chin. "I felt the same way when my family was slaughtered by Ronan. I felt like it was my fault." he stated firmly.

"It's none of our faults. We are just like everyone else in this universe."

"I'm not like everyone else Drax," Zonia explained sadly. "My father always told me that I was special, but I'm not special, I'm just weird."

"How are you weird?" He asked.

Zonia pointed to her birthmark. "Normal girls don't have birthmarks in the shape of stars in the middle of their forehead."

"They don't glow or magically start flying in the middle of the night." she said while moving her hand across the room. "They braid each others hair, or gossip over boys with huge penises."

Drax narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Why would they talk about huge penises?"

"I don't know Drax, all I know is that I'm weird and always will be weird." she stated sadly.

Drax nodded his head and pat her back. "You are right Zonia, you are weird." he said bluntly.

"Gee thanks."

"But your weirdness is what makes you interesting."

"I don't know." she said unsurely.

Drax smiled at her reassuringly,"You are unique Zonia, you are not like other little girls." he said.

"You think so Drax?" she asked.

"I know so. The way you threw that scum into the wall when we we first met, that was weird." he said

"Oh yeah, that." she said sheepishly.

Drax put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. "The way you befriended me and Rocket, that was weird. But you shouldn't be ashamed of your weirdness." he said proudly.

Drax then pointed at her star. "Embrace it Zonia, because your father was right. It does make you special."

Zonia looked up at her star and remembered the talks her father would have with her about being different, and she smiled at the warm memory. "Thanks Drax. I guess my weirdness does make me special."

"I'm glad you feel better. Now let us get some rest for the long day ahead of us."

"But what about your stuff? It's scattered everywhere, don't you want me to clean it?" She asked.

Drax shook his head and gently pushed her back on the bed and layed down next to her. "Rest now Zonia. Do not worry yourself about that, it was not your fault. I shall pick it up in the morning."

"But what if I start floating again Drax?" she asked nervously.

"You won't be." he said as he gently put his massive arms around her waist and brought her closer to him. "My strong muscled arms will hold you down and protect you."

"Goodnight, small pink child." he said softly.

Zonia yawned and happily put her head on drax's tattooed chest and closed her eyes. "Drax, I just want to say thank you and also I'm going to enjoy ripping Cain's heart out like he ripped out mine."

"How is that possible if you are still breathing?"

"Oh Drax." she laughed, "Never change.I like you the way you are, Drax, goodnight."