The Dark Souls •H.S•

•-T.W.E.N.T.Y_T.H.R.E.E-•

"Mom?" I whisper, as I stood behind her from a distance. She stopped talking and didn't respond.

"Mom!?" I shout, my loud voice echoing throughout the forest. She turns around, her head down.

"Look at me!" I shout again, while walking towards her.

"Please!" I shout again, I stand in front of her, when she doesn't look at me, I hold her arms.

"What are you hiding from me?" I ask her, slowly. But she stays quiet. I look back, at what or who she was talking to, and I see three graves. The first gravestone read, Daniel Rudolph. The second gravestone read, Bella Henry Rudolph. The third gravestone read, Anna Rudolph. These names, ringing a bell inside my mind but no image nor memory of them.

"Who- who are these people!? And why do they have the same last name as mine- as us!?" I ask her, I could feel my body tremble as I wait for her answer. But as usual I got no reply.

"Please tell me." I whisper, while my vision gets blurry as tears well up.

"Tell me!" I shout at her, my grip on her arms tightens in anger and hurt. Yet again, she stays quiet. Finally, my tears started pouring down. I sobbed, furiously and unstoppably, while still holding her. Even though she is hiding something, even though she hurt me, I still need her warmth to heal me too.

"Let's go home, sweetie. I will tell you everything." She softly whispered, and I nodded, not because I am not angry at her, but because I know that I can't go home on my own.

The door-like portal appeared again, and I went in first, then followed by my mom. Meg was standing in front of me, with her phone. When she noticed me, her worried face disappeared and a scowling face appeared.

"What the hell Emily!? I told you, to picture you home clearly!" Meg scolded me, but then stopped, maybe she sensed the tension between my mom and me.

"Uh, I will come back tomorrow! Mum called me while you were gone and-" Mum cuts Meghan off,

"Stay." She said and Meghan immediately followed.

Mum then takes my hand and pulls me with her, to the living room, Meg followed us.

"Sit down" mum said, and I sat down on the couch. Mum then sat by my right, on the huge couch, and Meg sat by my left.

"Are you sure that you want to know?" My mum asks, and I nod. Meg immediately holds my hand, I think she already knows what mum is going to talk about with me.

"Okay then." Mum said, and takes in a deep breath then lets out a really long one, while Meg squeezes my hand a little, making me know that she is here with her.

"You sure, right?" Mum asks me again and I roll my eyes.

"Yes." I strongly stated, so that she won't be asking again.

"Okay so, the grave I just visited were of, your parents and your elder sister." Mum said, and I squint my eyes in confusion.

"Parents? What? What are you saying?" I asked her, ending it with a small laugh. My heart sank at the thought of it being real.

"Stop kidding around mum, and tell me the real story." I said, looking at her dead serious,

"I am not kidding, Emily." She said, she is looking at me dead serious too. I then look at Meghan, hoping to see her pressing her smile, but she wasn't. She was just looking at me, with guilt filled in her eyes.

"So, now you will say that you are my aunty." I said, and laughed.

"That is true. I am your aunty." She said, I look at her with no expression.

"Please stop joking and tell me already!" I shouted,

"I am telling you the truth, Emily." She calmly said,

"Then why didn't you tell me this before!?" I shouted, Meghan squeezes my hand even harder which I barely noticed.

"I didn't find the right time!" she exclaimed,

"Right time? What the hell are you talking about!? You had a lot of chances to tell me that!" I said, and stood up. Meghan and my so-called aunty stays quiet.

"How- how did they die?" I ask her,

"They..." she trails off,

"They...?" I ask her, impatiently waiting for her to complete.

"They were murdered." She whispered in sadness, while looking at her lap. There was a pin drop silence inside the house, the only thing I could hear was my own rapid heartbeat.

"Mu- murdered?" I quiver, I felt a lump forming in my throat, I try it to push it down, but its stuck there.

"Yes." She confirmed, and I look up at the ceiling of my house.

"Who? Any idea, who killed them?" I ask her, my voice barely managed to come out.

"Harry." She said, and I look at her. All my sadness faded away, replaced by anger. I laughed at her bitterly.

"You are disgusting." I spat,

"Just because you don't like Harry, you started making these stories up? To make me hate him?" I said, and then laughed bitterly.

"Enough, Emily. Why would she ever do that!?" Meghan shouted,

"Obviously, you will take her side! You also don't like Harry! Now I know why his eyes are so sad and lonely, it's because no one trusts him! I don't care if anyone does or not, I will." I said, I could feel my eyes well up in anger,

"You won't believe your own mum?" Meg asked,

"Mum? A mum who is telling herself my aunty? What type of mum does that!? Oh right, a type of mum who doesn't need a daughter!" I said, and as soon as I did, a hand came flying towards my cheek. My left cheek started tingling in pain, I touched my cheek, and it was hot. My tears started flowing immediately while I looked at my mother, with a look of hurt. But what hurt me more, was her look of pain and disgust at me.

I run off into my room, with no word, slamming the door behind, which made a huge BANG, echoing throughout the whole empty and tensed house. I lie on the bed while staring at the ceiling. Mum's words roamed around my head, which are eating me alive. My tears slowly trailed down the side of my eyes.

"Hey, Harry." My voice came out rough. It is now normal for me to feel his presence around me, and the necklace helps me too.

"You know what mother said?" I stated, to which I got no reply, even though he is not saying anything, I can feel- I know that he is here. I continue, because I know he is listening to me.

"She said- she said that she is not my mother and my real parents are dead." I whimper, then I sniffle.

"And then she said that you murdered them!" I exclaimed, as I sat on the bed. I look at Harry who is standing in front of the window, with eyes intensely examining me.

"I mean, I get it that they don't like you. But making up a ridiculous story like this?" I said, and scoffed. I then dig my face into my palms. Harry still doesn't reply, he doesn't even defend himself.

"Harry, why aren't you saying something!?" I asked him, and walk towards him.

"Please tell me something. Or else..." I trail off, as I stand in front of him, I look into his eyes.

"Or else I will have to believe them and not you." I whispered, but he still stays quiet, looking right into my eyes. My hands then clutch onto his dark blue coloured shirt, collar.

"God dammit! Tell me something! Defend yourself!" I screamed at him while the grip on the collar tighten.

"Please tell me it's a lie." I pleaded and slid down and landed on the floor. He then sits down on the floor with me and holds me in his arms.

"It's not a lie." He whispered into my ear, and before I could even react to what he said, his warmth on me was soon replaced by the coldness of the chilly night. He disappeared, again.