My eyes flickered up to the mirror in front of me in the small cubical bathroom. I sighed and rubbed the large cut on my face directly over my eyebrow and eye, the blue of my eye was now clouded with blood and I could only see out of one wide eye. My mouth contorted into a smirk as I grabbed a pinch of salt off the counter, tilting my head backwards and opening my injuring eye wide and ready, my fingers rubbed together to flick the salt into the wound and I hissed in pain, the salt stinging and diving deep within the cut as I continued to layer the salt on more and more.
I smiled and stopped when I couldn't even see out of my eye, the blood was thick and the salt bubbled and stuck in my wound. My lips quivered as the pain racked through my body, my hands found their way to the sides of the counter and I held on tightly as to ground myself for the immense pain to follow. I looked at Myself in the mirror and a frown displayed its self for a moment before I dropped to the floor and cried into my hands, the pain instantly becoming an unbearable burden, quickly I rolled on to my back just to stare at the ceiling and cry, to cry the blood and salt out of my wound, to cry away the pain of desertion, the fact that I was totally and utterly alone.
12:36, pm.
I stared down at the graves like I had never seen them before, like I hadn't known they were even there in the first place. The red, blue, purple, and all other various colors of flowers laid amongst the ground, the dirt fresh and the stones engraved with the names of my past. The moon hid behind clouds as I sat down and leaned on the farthest grave from the others, the red and orange flowers lightly blowing in the breeze of summer when I laid my head on the top of the grave.
"Are you here?" I snuggled up close to it, listening for anything, anybody.
"Can you hear me?" There wasn't a single sound. Only the small chirp of crickets or the buzzing of a cicada in the summer air, and my heart dropped.
"Well.. if you can, today I buried the others. It took awhile, but I did it."
I smiled when a warm breeze brushed past me, the feeling brought back a moment I only remembered from my early years with her, the days when she was still happy and smiling.
I looked down at my hands, trying to spark any small amount of magic I could muster. The blue sparks radiated off my fingers and as though they never faltered, my eyes lit up as i tried harder and harder to heal them, my hands digging into the dirt and the soil as i kept trying, my mind blank and chanting the spell through my head over and over, trying for anything, just a little something, to bring them back. My hands started to burn and ache with pain, the skin tightening and rubbing off my fingers, blood poured into the dirt and the mud, but nothing happened.
That's when I heard the soft meow of a cat, I looked up, it was perched on top of one of the graves, staring at me with its blue frosty eyes. I blinked, and it was gone just as soon as it had come, i frowned and whimpered with loneliness, i cant even keep a stupid cat around for the long haul, can i? I felt a soft pressure on my lap, i looked down and the cat stepped up onto my lap to lay down, purring and putting its paw gently on my hand. I smiled down at it, petting gently and leaning against one of the newest graves, closing my eyes and continuing to pet and comfort the cat as much as possible.
4:09 am. Dreamscape.
"Veronica, hey, hey veronica!" her hands wound around my waist and pulled me up into her lap.
I laughed and giggled, tickling her and quickly running up the stair well, Ian peeked out his door and then jumped onto gertrude to distract her for a while.
I jumped under the bed in gertrude's room and hid there with the large amount of shoes and dirty clothes, capes ripped jeans and black hoodies all over the place. I watched a pair of black combat boots enter the room, her tail dragging on the ground, wiping back and forth in anticipation. I covered my mouth to hide the shallow breaths coming from my mouth and nose, the shoes grew closer and closer-- until i heard a shriek from down stairs. Gertrude quickly pulled me out from under the bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead before telling me,
YOU ARE READING
Alone, and trying.
RandomWhen the magic of her peers gradually runs low, that means the healing magic is gone. She thinks shes alone, but is she? basically the book goes into detail of a time when Veronica is alone, how to deal with it and the weirdness of it all.
