Illusions (Enoch O'connor)

Chapter 12: Voices in my head

Zaira Pov:

By now we were all in the dinning roomm eating the wonderful chicken Alfredo that Mister Condor so graciously offered to make.

Everyone sat and ate in silence.

Miss Peregrine looked around to see if anyone was doing anything.

She looked at me and smiled, " Mister Condor speaks fondly of you Miss Ruvik."

I look up from my fork that twirled agaisnt the noodles, " Oh?"

She nods, " Oh yes. He has told me of your talent in music and art. I find your art extraordinary with realism." She said in her normal cheery voice.

Ryder and Rachel watched me carefully. Knowing I hardly paint anymore.

My eyes led themselves back down to my food. " I don't paint anymore Miss Peregrine." I said blandly as I took a bite of chicken. She scrunched her eyebrows together as she heard my response.

" Oh so you don't paint anymore?" She asked kindly.

I nod, " I stopped awhile ago I guess."

Everything went silent agian. Emma looked over at me, making sure her ' Talk ' look was on point.
A sigh leaves my lips as everyones attention returns to me.

" An old friend of mine tought me." I began.

Everyone nodded.

" He was twice the painter I would ever be. He painted most of the paintings in this house. Sure I made a few, but his could make mine look like trash."

Mister Condor frowned upon hearing me speak such a way of my art.

" When we first met, I wasn't in such a great shape. To be honest I was in a vary depressed state of mind. So he would paint for me. Tought me how to paint."

All eyes burned into my skull. Awaiting a name.

I look up, " His name was Riddian Mikanie." I say with a hollow empty voice

Emma smiled at me, showing that I was doing good and to keep going.

I looked towards Ryder who hadn't looked up from his food since I started talking about Riddian.
He was his beat friend after all. His eyes had a shield of guilt glazing over them as he listened to me carefully.

" The peculiars in Australia were some of my greatest friends. There was a boy named Johnny, and he made many of my clothes.......now I hardly wear them. They make me think about him to much. Ummmmm....there was a girl named Edmon. She could do Telekinesis... That girl was pretty cool. Looked alot like me, same blonde hair and blue eyes, not to mention her pale skin." I chuckled at a memory.

" Mister Condor used to call them Twins..." Ryder added with a smile that could hardly be seen.
My head began to hurt. A raging migraine ringing though my thick skull.

IT WAS YOUR FAULT!

A voice screamed at me.

I shake my head and put my hands at both sides of my head. Tugging slightly at my roots.

HAHAHA YOUR GONNA GET HURT!

It screamed again.

I groan out loud. Causing everyone to wonder what was happening to me.

LET ME OUT!

My head aches in pain. I feel my eyes become glossy from the yelling voice at me.

TIK TOK THE PSYCHO RAN UP THE CLOCK! ZAI FOUND A GUN, THEN I WAS DONE! WHY DID SHE LOVE THAT LOCK?!

The voice began chanting in my head. I could feel it echoing in my brain. Over and over again it replayed.

Then....it stopped.

I looked up and saw everone starring.

Okay Thats enough story's for tonight.

With out another word I stand up and walk away from the table.
Leaving the conversation completely.

A heard a loud sigh as I leave the room, then the sound of a scooting chair.

I rush up the stairs and hurdle into my room.

I slam the door shut and lock it. Just when I was alone the the voice started up again.

Tik Tok Zaira Ruvik. Tik tik tik. Time is always tiking.....

With that I let out a whimper and lay down in front of the door, curled up into a ball.

Why me?

Filler chapter!
-author