Not What She Seems

You Liar

"Ooh, pretty~" the little girl said. The little girl's mother grabbed the roses and started to rip off their petals and place them adrift in the bathtub in which the little girl looked over. Every time the little girl's mother got roses or a tulips, etc. she used a good portion of them on her two youngest girls. The best thing about the flower petals was that not only were they pretty, they were edible and were completely and utterly delicious. The little girls loved them, but all that changed when they went to Italie, just the children, to escape the land of never ending rules and no freedom. By doing that, they were also leaving this beautiful wonderland complete with lilies and tulips and lotus flowers with rivers flowing with milk and honey. The little girl sat down and decided to draw them, the pretty, fallen rose petals. Next, the little girl thought, I will draw me and mommy, Arlea Paris, Rae Sora, and Ellistara, and daddy.

*****

She had the ability to get well. To become whole again. To get you to trust her, but she never believed in herself. She kept doubting herself, saying she'll never do it, so the words became true. You didn't do anything. You were just tested. Tested to see how devoted you are to acting. To saying you're fine. To not bothering anyone. To keeping your secret. You're very devoted to doing so, such a strong woman, but like everyone, you have a weak spot. A point that if it was between that and your secret, you'd choose them, any day, even if it meant dying. I like that about you. You're loyal, pretty, not cocky, you remind me of me when I was younger. Only, I'm not keeping a secret big enough that can change the world as we know it....that can make you look like a monster.
Then, I wake up. My necklace glowing. My right hand sweaty. My fingers in my other hand scratching something in on my left leg repeatedly. I remove my shaking hand from my leg and hold it to stop it from shaking as much. The scratches form the same three (technically four) words over and over and over again. The scratches read: you're a liar. I don't understand.....why am I scratching myself? What did that dream mean? I hop off my hotel bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. Then, I plop myself right back on my bed and lay my head on Rinold's shoulder.
"Good morning to you too." Rinold says.
"What're you doing?" I ask, looking at his laptop.
"Living, what about you?" Rinold questions.
"Planning to fall asleep on your shoulder, but it isn't comfortable enough to. Get less built shoulders." I complain.
"Lay your head down on a pillow." Rinold replies.
"I am! I told you! It's too built!" I complain again.
"Avarra, my shoulder is not a pillow." Rinold states.
  "It is to me." I respond.
  "Alright then, then your shoulder is a pillow too." he says, practically shoving the whole side of his face into my neck.
  "Ow! Stop it! That hurts!" I whine.
  "What? Can't I just lay on my pillow? Oh, is this pillow one of those full body ones? Cool. Well then, let me just relax." Rinold states, rolling completely on top of me.
  "Get off of me you fatty!" I yell.
  "A talking pillow? Nah, maybe I'm just mental. I wonder if I can fart on this pillow...." Rinold's thinks aloud. I push him off of me.
"Wow! This pillow is strong! Oh my bad, that's not a pillow, that's my wife! Ahaha—wha? Ow, ow stop it! That hurts!" Rinold's complains as I hit him.
"Yeah I'm sure you didn't think about how much you weigh before you sat on me." I shoot back.
"What? Of course I di—I mean I totally didn't hehehe...." Rinold says as I shoot him a death glare.
"YOU ACT LIKE YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME ANYMORE!" I whine, fake crying and still hitting him on the head with a pillow.
"OKAY OKAY OKAY. Tell you what. When we get back to London, I will let you buy whatever clothes you wanna buy with a budget of €2000." Rinold negotiates. I stop just before I hit him again.
"€4000." I argue.
"Fine! Fine, €4000. Just put the pillow down and get off my legs." Rinold demands.
"Fine." I say, getting off his legs. I hear him mutter something about how I'm always guilt tricking him and making him waste money.
****Ainslee
"Remember, no being rude and don't reply to any question of Verlynn's that'll allow her to see past your mask even for a fraction of a second. We can't mess up anymore times." Yavara instructs me, doing my hair.
"Yeah, I get it." I sigh.
"And just a little like this......and finished! Don't do anything stupid, Ainslee." Yavara warns me.
"I'll make sure to do all the stupid things." I joke, leaving the room.
"Then I'll kill you." Yavara replies.
"Don't care!" I respond, leave the room.
"There you are, Ainslee!" Ravamara says.
"I'm hungry." I complain.
"I don't care, you're coming." Ravamara remarks, pulling me by the arm and dragging me out if the hotel room.
****Olivia
How are we going to find a way to incorporate the name dad told us to? I find it weird that he suggested we do that. Like he was close enough to her at one point to know that's her weak spot. Then again, dad constantly said we're not related whatsoever. I believe him. He didn't look or sound like he could be lying. Not even a little bit. So how does he know what's supposedly her real name?
"What're you thinking about?" Armon asks.
"Nothing." I respond.
"Are you still thinking about what dad told us? He's probably just misdirecting you. Probably thinks it's another person." Armon assures me. Yeah. That's right. Probably just a mistake.
"You're right," I agree, "probably a mistake."
"So, why do I feel like there's something that's just not right about her....something that's off." I think aloud. Armon shrugs.
"It's probably just nothing. Don't worry about it." Armon says.
  "No, Armon you don't understand. I keep getting this weird vibe around her and mother....Armon, do you think they're somehow...connected?" I ask.
  "Olivia, listen to yourself. You sound crazy. Are you trying to say they're related?" Armon questions.
  "N-No. I'm just saying....maybe they were around someone or something who connects them both?" I question.
  "You know what? Let's make a bet. When we get home, if we notice mother acting weird about anything, from what she ate for dinner to if she's feeling fine, I'll give you €50 If nothing happens in a week's time, you owe me ice cream AND €50." Armon bets.
  "Sure." I agree.
****Alicabelle (AL•LICE•AH•BELLE) Rose or Alice Rose
  "It aches." she says.
  "What aches?" I ask.
  "Everything." she responds. I crouch in front of her.
  "You have to be specific, Charlie." I instruct. Something about her snaps. She grabs my wrists, causing me to lose my balance and nearly fall.
  "The doll." Charlie says.
  "What doll?" I ask. She shakes her head.
  "No—the flowers. They're pretty. Pretty, pink flowers. T-They're visible. Visible during 7/14/2772 to 8/15/2772. So pink. They glow. Native to Asia. She used to rip them up and put them in the bathtub so they can float on the water. They also made great snacks. Such good times." she tells me. What is she on about? Talking about eating flowers? What does that have to do with anything? It appears she's getting better, though.
  "Oh really? I bet they must've had lots of marvelous petals, didn't they?" I question. She nods.
  "Do you like them? The flower?" I question again. She nods yet again.
  "What do you like about them?" I ponder.
  "They're just pretty in general." she answers. Now she doesn't appear as angry or irritated or sad at all.
  "Are you okay?" I ponder again. She sniffs, then nods.
  "I'm tired. I want to take a nap." she states. She gets up and we walk over to our bedroom and we both lie in our beds.
  "Hey, Alice." she says. I look up at her from my bed.
  "My name is not Charlie anymore. It's different now." Charlie informs me, her words slurring from exhaustion.
  "Then what is it?" I question.
  "I.....I'm too tired to remember. I just need a nap...." she answers, trailing off, then falling asleep. I smile, then soon follow in pursuit. The world eventually starts fading into darkness, but I manage to hear one last thing.
"I don't know how to tell her. I don't know how to tell you."
  "Wake up." I hear someone say. I groan and turn the opposite direction.
  "Waaakkkkkeeeee uppppp!" I hear someone say again. I ignore them and try to go back to sleep.
  "WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE—" I cut him off.
  "Can you shut up?" I groan.
  "Not until you get up." he states.
  "Fine. Fine! I'm up. Now what do you want?" I ask.
  "Let's go out and do something." he says.
  "Is that all?" I ask again.
  "Why did Mavaro leave?" he questions. I turn over to face him, appalled.
  "She left because he was going out of the country and she didn't want to bother him. Plus, what's the point of staying in an empty house? It's weird...." I answer.
"Alright, she didn't want to bother him. Now if you don't want to bother me, let's go out and do something." he responds. I launch a pillow at his face.
"Y'know you could've just said no." he responds.
"It wouldn't of delivered my message as clearly if I did so." I argue.
"Fine. Be an introvert. I don't care. That's why no one likes you!" he snaps.
"Revon, that's why no one likes you." I remark, burying my head in my pillow.
"I'll have you know I'm a proud extrovert." Revon says.
"If extrovert means the most annoying person on Earth who's also a complete idiot who's such an aggravating person it's ridiculous, you're absolutely one." I joke.
"Hey!" he exclaims defensively.
"Fine. We'll go out and do something, okay? Just give me an hour and a half." I offer.
"Deal." he replies. Then, he stand up, getting off of my legs, and leaves my room. I sigh, getting out of my bed, and heading to the bathroom to wash my face. He just had to disturb my peaceful nap, didn't he? Revon is a jerk. That doesn't matter, though. What matters is I need to find her. Find out what she's hiding. Then, my eyes go wide. I-It can't be. I always thought there was something fishy about her reaction. She was faking it. She did it on purpose.