U.H Book One // Hegemony {ON HOLD}

• Chapter Seven •

    WARNING: Suicide, gore, and over exaggeration/angst featured in this chapter. Enjoy :)

      "How was your day, doll?" Croaked an old voice echoing down the hall.

"Great!" I said, trying my best to sound as absolutely enthusiastic as possible.

"Well good." Replied the voice, coming down the hall. My clothes were still damp, but I was hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Did you make any friends?" The old turtle hybrid asked, smiling at me as she hobbled to the kitchen.

"Oh..yeah. A whole bunch actually."

"Well I'm really glad to hear that."

I smiled at her and watched as she put on some oven mitts. "Oh!" I said, remembering she burnt herself last time, "Allow me!" I dropped my book bag and practically ran to the kitchen, slipping on the oven mitts.

"Oh thank you, dearie." She responded, opening the oven for me. I carefully grabbed the tray of cookies out of the oven and set them on the counter to cool off. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks nana." I said with a giggle, "I'm going to go put my stuff up, I'll be right back." I eyed the cookies, then went to put my stuff up.

Donna was an old turtle hybrid who adopted me when I was younger. She was very sweet, and kind, and pretty much your average 'grandma' type figure. However, she was very clumsy. Very clumsy, but very tough. Donna once broke her wrist and had no idea until she got an X-Ray. She spoiled me rotten.

I put my stuff up, then spent the rest of the day relaxing with Donna, having cookies and milk, and talking about my day. Of course I left out the fight after school but only because I didn't need her worrying. I wasn't lying, I was just ... not conversing about certain stuff.

However that night, I lie in bed for what seemed like hours, tossing and turning, unable to get a wink of sleep. It was like my body was exhausted but my mind was fully awake. I kept thinking about that wretched feeling of doom, that feeling of never being happy again. It just kept coming back to me every time I would close my eyes. Eventually, at 1:24am I gave up on sleeping and decided to read a book, then fell asleep within the last few chapters.

    "He's worth protecting. More than you are." Leila said, with that familiar smirk. She was covered in scars and blood, as if she had been whipped. "Silas is incapable. He can't protect himself, he'll die without me so I can't protect you-" A purple vine shot through her stomach, sending blood spewing out at me, and coating me in it. I just stared, that feeling of sorrow sinking in. "She'll die protecting me. Then I'll die. It's just facts. It's going to happen, you should know...you're a timebug." Silas smiled grimly at me, though tears streamed down his cheeks, before his head was sliced off, and fell to the ground at my feet. I just stared, that feeling of dread looming over me. "Maybe I'm not as important as the others." Violet looked at me with a sorrowful, fake smile, "I gave you advice. Then you left me for everyone else. So I really don't see the point in..existing." She pulled out a knife, and slit her wrists, blood poured out over the ground and she collapsed on the floor. I just stared, hopelessness flooding my mind. Starella watched her fall, then looked at me. "Did you do this?" I tried to speak, I tried to respond, surprisingly calm about the situation, but nothing came out. "You did." Starella looked down at Violet's corpse. "We're all going to die. It's bound to happen, you stupid timebug, and its all your fault." Purple vines suddenly slashed through her stomach, flying out in every direction, tearing her body apart.

    "Star!" I shouted, sitting up in bed with a racing heart. It was still dark outside, crickets chirping. My hair was still damp from the shower. I was sweating. I through the covers off and looked at the clock. 5:03am. There was no way I was going back to bed. With that, I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook, and began writing down my nightmare.