They say every cloud has a silver lining. Cliché, I know. But, with twenty-year-old psychology student - Meliora Simmons, the clouds only appear to turn a darker shade of gray with no evidence of a bright side. Nightmares haunt her since her childho...
I watched End Game. I don't think I'll ever recover :( ⤟--------------------⤠
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❰ Meliora ❱
It wasn't just about the necklace anymore.
I had taken a leap by putting my trust in him. I had lied to my friends, walked into a dangerously unknown territory, was attacked by creatures I had never even thought would exist. I watched him kill one, right in front of me before transforming from a wolf to a human. I had believed him when he had, so alarmingly, told me he'd help me find my necklace...the very necklace he had been holding on to from the beginning.
He knew I was looking for it, I remember telling him that in the woods. He had the chance to give it to me right there, and none if this would have happened. I'd be home, probably watching a movie, very much oblivious to this part of the world, and I'd be okay.
Right now, I was standing in a stranger's house, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, unaware of his true intentions.
If he had my necklace with him all along, why was I truly here? Why was that man attacked, and why was there a witch involved? What had these people done? Looking at the way he was so unaffected after killing the werewolf, how they were unaffected, I could tell this family was into some shady stuff and I cursed myself for not seeing that earlier.
I looked at him with blazing eyes, my body beginning to burn as though it was set on fire. The only response I got was a look of despair mixed with guilt. I couldn't stand there and pretend it was okay, pretend to not be alerted by this saddening revelation of his deception.
My heart had begun to thump in a loud, uncontrollable fashion. I had to get out of here, away from this place and these people. Endless possibilities ran through my paranoid mind as I stepped away from him, snatching away the small metallic chain from his hand.
"Meliora," I heard Arthur's rushed call as I made my way towards the exit.
"Let her go, " I heard the lady say just as I exited the room, "she isn't ready yet."
I didn't look back, I didn't turn around to ask her what she really meant, even though a small part of me wanted to.
The paranoid side of me, dictated by adrenals, kept telling me to run as fast as I could. It kept haunting me with ways I could possibly die in this forest. The image of the werewolf's decapitated head flashed in front of me, reminding me what this family was truly capable of. A chilling current flowed through my body at the thought.
So I ran, my legs carrying me forward as fast as they could.
Maybe I would've made it out of here if I knew where I was supposed to go. But the truth is, I had so blindly followed him that I no longer remembered where I was and where I had to go. So agitated by my own carelessness, I missed seeing the small root that was waiting to cling onto my leg. With a sharp pain shooting across my right leg, I fell forward with much more intensity than I'd expected.
