TroubleMaker (RealitiesSquad Fanfiction)

Ryan 2/2

I quietly walked through the halls of the palace, my feet quietly patting trough the halls. It's was late into the afternoon, the sun was starting to go down, lights started to shine, and everyone was still wide awake.

Ian and Logan were playing in the back garden. They would explore, get into trouble, do something stupid. I stood behind a doorway watching them run around the garden, imagining that they were adventurers fighting off monsters in the garden.

I never got to play, I was always too sick and had to be in bed all the time. I wasn't even supposed to be out right now. I could feel my legs shaking under me, ready to give out at any moment. I was never healthy, I never got better. I was 7 at this point, and a year after my birth I got weak, I got sickly, you wouldn't even be able to tell I'm Egyptian due to being so sickly pale.

My legs were so weak, when you look at them they were only skin and bones, my arms the same.

I started to make my way back to my room before I got caught, hugging the wall to keep myself up. My eyes started to water, and soon tears fell down my bright red face. My white hair that was framing my face started to stick to my face and the back of my neck. My forest colored irises were bloodshot.

I wheezed loudly, my weak lungs not being able to handle the crying. My legs finally gave out and I fell to my knees.

Pathetic.

That's what people would say if they saw me. Mother. Father. Servants. The people.

I so badly didn't anyone to see me so I began to pull myself with my arms. Once my arms gave out, I began to dig my fingers into anything I could. The decorations on the wall, tile slabs, nearby statues. My finger began to bleed heavily, fingernails have been split, and cuts littered my finger pads.

It was climbing up a mountain with nothing but your fingers, and my lungs couldn't handle that either. I began coughing, I could catch my breath. It hurt, it hurts so bad. It was like someone had open a cage of angry wasps out into my throat, and someone had poured lava, straight from the pit and into my lungs.

My legs were numb, my arms were bruised, and fingers gushing blood. It felt like someone was stabbing my fingers with a needle from the inside.

I didn't make any distance at all. And I look down the hallway that only seemed to get bigger and bigger. Like a gaping mouth of a whale, ready to swallow its prey.

It scared me. I knew someone was going to find me. And it scared me. I bit my lip harshly trying to stop crying so that I could finally breathe again. It only caused my lip to bleed and my breathing gets worse.

I gave up and just laid there, breathing heavily, or should I say wheezing. My hair covered my eyes completely. My fingers didn't cease bleeding.

I heard a gasp come from behind me, I stopped moving.

"Ian! Come quickly!"

That was Logan. I started shaking uncontrollably.

"Ryan!"

I heard Ian call out. I started crying again. I didn't want him to know. I really really really didn't want Ian to see me. He never invited me to play or explore because of this. I've been trying to prove that I have been getting better so he would invite me. But now... that's never gonna happen.

Before I knew it my vision began to get dark, black dots would spot my vision and would grow bigger. I finally passed out. Listening to the muffled shouts of Logan and Ian.

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I woke up in my overly large bed. I glanced over at the open window with the purple drapes lazily hanging over it. I brought my hand up to rub the sleep out of my eyes. When I did I could see bandages wrapped around my fingers.

I felt tears prick the side of my eyes. I quickly blinked them away. And closed my eyes again. The light shining in from the outside was bothersome. But I couldn't get up and close them.

I looked down at my bruised arms. All the bruises were gone, I had a pretty good idea how. Ian probably used his water abilities used them to heal the bruises.

That was something else that bothered me. I was a prince of Egypt, but I didn't have powers. I didn't have aura's gift. I didn't have any special qualities. The only thing I had was a bad sickness.

The calm atmosphere was interrupted by all too quickly. My father burst in with a wide smile on his face as he presented me with a gold goblet. It was filled with milky water. Milky blue.

"Drink, Drink!" He ushered me, pushing the goblet to my lips.

Of course, just woken up I didn't really question it. I just assumed it was another potion to make me feel better. I only drank half of it before he took it away.

"That should help. You'll be fine."

And all too quickly he left. I sat here in a daze, my stomach was doing flips.

Everything was happening too quickly. Another person came in, in a black hood. I couldn't see their face due to my vision starting to go blurry. But I could see them going through some papers on my desk. I don't know hat any of it was for. Father just hid stuff in my room so I'm guessing they might have been important.

I remember seeing one of the papers before. Something about... Princess?

My vision went dark.