Lilia's Tale

Chapter 33: Binding

We both stayed silent, glaring at the magnificent water adorning the artifact, before Father broke the silence, saying:

"Could it be that...?"

"Hm?" I voiced, hoping for an explanation, or at least the end of the sentence.

Father walked towards the entrance, very thoughtful, mumbling things to himself. I was worried I had done something wrong, but my migraine wasn't letting me keep up with his pace. Instead, I leaned against the wall, hoping the additional support would alleviate some of the pain.

As I was worried about the situation, I thought about the ability I had tested some time ago. Perhaps I could get my hearing to be extreme so I could hear what he was saying, if anything?

I closed my eyes and prepared to activate it, before a feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. I didn't know why it had happened, but it prevented me from enhancing my hearing altogether. At this point, I was beyond worried, maybe even slightly paranoid. I could feel my eyes fill with tears, as I gently and quietly mumbled:

"I'm sorry..."

What felt like an eternity to me passed, as my eyes wouldn't stop emptying my body of its water. I might have been silent, my mind was racing with whatever reasons Father could have had to be mad at me, convincing me of it. As I heard footsteps coming back upstairs, I looked out through the door, only to see Father's expression grimmer than I had ever seen it.

At this point, I was completely paranoid. I had done something wrong, he was going to hate me, hurt me, abuse me, and many more things I couldn't grasp. I was shaking, crawled into a ball on the ground, expecting death to come pick me up. My wings were surrounding me, sheltering me from light, as tears silently flowed, never stopping.

My eyes were closed. They were closed, but dry, despite remembering I was crying my heart out. I sluggishly opened them up, analyzing what was right in front of me. A ceiling, made out of wood, was the only thing adorning my sight. I moved my head left, and saw a window, as well as a familiar bedside table. It was dark outside, meaning it was likely to be night. I was confused on where I was, until I looked left.

Father, sitting on a chair, was fast asleep. Behind him was the door to my room, opened, giving into the hallway. I understood I was in my room, likely in my bed, but not what had happened. I slowly sit up, expecting a massive headache from all the crying, but was greeted with painless movement. I looked around some more, confirming more and more that I indeed was in my room.

I didn't know what happened. It was day, I was crying in the laboratory, yet after waking up, it was night and I was in my room. The only possibilities were that I fell unconscious, or asleep. Considering my crying, it was more likely I fell asleep.

I left my bed, trying not to wake Father up, and noticed I was still in the same dress as the rest of the day. I shrugged and went into the main room.

Nobody. The main room was empty, although there was still a bowl of soup on the table. It was dark enough outside I could figure it was night. I thought it was probably late enough that Kyo went to sleep, so I sat down on the table and ate the cold soup.

What I had in mind while I was paranoid had yet to leave my mind, although I was calm enough I was able to properly ascertain what had happened to me. It took me a bit of thinking and a few additional tears to realize just how stupid it was. Even if he indeed was mad at me, or something along those lines, I could always talk to him and understand what I did wrong.

As I realized it, I started laughing at my own overreaction uncontrollably, thinking I acted childishly, and how fitting it was for my body. I laughed again and again, even voicing my thoughts out loud, unable to finish eating.