"idk.yet"

Chapter 25

I forget how much I hate people. Like really hate people, the people I'm traveling with I hate to some degree. I hate myself too, right now I hate myself a lot. But I really hate crowds. I hate being cramped up in spaces like this. So right now, I really fucking hate people. Now I don't always hate people, being a Ghost this can be great for me, but when you are traveling and you get stuck with a bunch of people I hate it.

Now Miss. Princess, I'm certain had no problem getting through the crowd due to her royal status, but for us, people who have to pretend to be common human beings, we have to deal with traffic. Because goddammit, this kingdom was filled with people.

Next time I have a nightly meeting with the Boy Prince, I am going to ask him what was going on and why did there have to be so many blasted people. If I thought that Amanda's trading town was busy, I think this would be considered suffocating. Forget about buying Amanda a horse, I'm about to ditch mine.

"Stop grumbling Symon," Killen scolds me after I keep complaining.

I want to look him dead in the eye and tell him to stop lying. But I don't, and do the next best thing. I keep complaining. "It wasn't this busy last time we were in the kingdom," I steer Jachin sharply to the left, as a man with a cart of apples runs past. This road was for people with horses specifically, what the hell was he doing? I make my way back to Killen. "Where was I?"

"Last time we were in the kingdom," he reminds me.

"Last time we were here, there wasn't so many people. It's like a bunch of people just showed up out of nowhere-" A woman on a horse almost rams into Jachin on my right, "Watch it, lady!" I snap.

She looks back at me, "Only if you kill me!"

"If only you knew how easily that can be arranged, you little mother-"

Amanda squeezes my shoulder. "How about we find a place to sleep for the night?" She gives a nervous laugh.

"We have a place to stay and we were supposed to be there already if some two people," I glare at Killen and Grey, "weren't arguing over the damn directions. And here we are stuck in crowds where we are moving at half a mile an hour."

"It's not my fault!" Grey yells, "he's the one who didn't listen!"

"You were wrong by a mile," Killen argues back.

"And you were off by three!" She berated, "I was right you idiot, you don't need to say anything."

"You were right?" He asks, in exasperation, "You were right? Oh, no, no, no, honey. You were not right, as a matter of fact-"

"Can you both shut up?" I scream because I am one more sarcastic retort from murdering the two of them. "Just shut up and let's just get to the Inn, so that way you two can be in two separate rooms and I won't have to listen to your annoying bickering for another three hours!"

Because that is all the two of them did for the past three hours riding, argue and argue, and bicker, and bicker. They acted like nothing was wrong, like they hadn't just truth bombed me another piece of betrayal. Like they didn't realize I was slowly internally stabbing my own soul.

"Someones riding devil's waterfall," Grey mutters.

"Actually," Killen announces to all of the Freelanders who are listening in to our conversations, that I have to constantly glare at in order to make them mind their own damn business. "that starts in a week."

One of the reasons Killen was a tolerable boy; he did the period tracking for me. I didn't have to do a damn thing, the guy remembered it all. But his constant bickering with Grey was putting me on edge. If I zoned out a little their bickering would start to sound like the two sides of my soul fighting each other. Throwing insults back and forth.