Quest for the Lost--Sebastian's Daughter Sequel (A Black Butler Fanfic) COMPLETE

Chapter 11

"Why am I not surprised to be back in this place?"

I looked over at my mother, now even farther away than before. The gray light behind her seemed brighter, warm, inviting.

"Selena," my mother said, and I noticed the tears rolling down her face. "Why did you let him do this to you? Why did you not fight back?"

"Because I'm done fighting," I replied firmly. "Look at me! I'm pathetic! I don't know what to do with myself anymore! Everything would he fine if I hadn't insisted on going with you that day ten years ago. If I hadn't left home when Dad had told me not to. Now that I can't take those back..." I sat on the ground; or at least, what would have been the ground if we hadn't been floating; and held my head in my hands. "Now I'm better off dead, and out of everyone's way."

"Selena," my mother said softly, and I could hear the sadness in her voice. She took a few steps forward. "Do not let yourself think such horrible things. Your father, Maria, and Finnian all love you dearly. As do I, but you belong on Earth. And alive."

"What can I do while alive besides be a burden to everyone?" I asked, lifting my head to look my mother in the eyes. I'm constantly in pain, and always need to be protected! I'm sixteen! I should of mire help than this!"

"Under certain circumstances, you are not an ordinary teenage girl. You are very special. And special people, I believe, tend to have harder lives than others. Please, child. Do not give up yet."

Mom's voice cracked at the end of her small speech, and she suddenly broke down sobbing.

I'd never seen my mother cry like this. She was always full of smiles. My first instinct was to hug her, but I couldn't. I couldn't get trapped here. I had something else in mind.

I stood, taking a few steps toward her. She looked up from her hands and looked at me like I was insane. "What are you doing, sweetheart? You will be trapped here."

"I'm not walking to you, Mom," I replied, tears beginning to wet my cheeks. "I told you: I've had enough."

She was up in a heartbeat. "Selena, please! Reconsider this! If you go there, you cannot escape! You will be there forever!"

"I know," I answered through a broken voice.

"Sweetheart, you are crying. You do not want this, I can tell."

I stopped walking. "I may not want this, but it's better for everyone else this way."

"Angel, you are just depressed. Leave this world, go back to the living. Enjoy the remainder of your life. For both of us."

I continued forward. "Dad will find you. Live for yourself."

"NO!" she screamed at me. "I won't let you do this to yourself!"

And with a wave of her hands, the world faded, along with the light that had seemed to be drawing me in, and my mother, looking sadder than ever.