Hope From Among The Stars

4: Mental Pains, Familiar Faces, and The Hue of Hope From Above

Alrighty, this chapter won't be as long as the previous one. But, it is an important one, as it is the start of a build up process leading to a BIG moment down the line. This one will consist of tears, of course. And, it'll also have some kind of interactions between a few familiar faces, as explained in the title. Like I said before, this one will not as long, so not 18,000 words. Definitely a shorter one. Enjoy.

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Trying to sleep was a HUGE mistake. The night was cold, uncomfortable, and just overall awful. Why was my life so hard now? It was WAY easier before Della left. In fact, that's probably why. She left me in a state of despair and loneliness that drove me to nearly lose everything I had just to get her back. Even Scrooge had dealt with this in the only way he knew how. It made my heart hurt to know how much he risked to try to bring Della home. After Donald left, he turned his protective instinct up to maximum. Donald's last words to me rang in my head. 'Scrooge is a monster! He only thinks about himself! He's so ducking selfish that it's infuriating!!! He's an IDIOT! I'm leaving, right now! And if you're as smart as everyone thinks you are, you'll leave too!' I was smart enough to know that he was right about one thing. Scrooge was selfish. So much so, that he was willing to risk his entire fortune that he spent building up for nearly 150 years just to make sure that ONE person was still alive. I had only been there to begin with because Scrooge needed help, and everyone else left him. I knew that Scrooge was at fault for building the rocket, but I could never be mad at him.

I sat up in my bed and began reading my clock. 9:00, right on the dot. I sighed and leaned back in my bed. I had no plans to leave the walls of my house today. Might as well stay in here for a while. I saw my reflection in reflection of the small screen of my clock. My face was stained with dried tears, my hair feathers were ruffled wildly, and eyes were drooping slightly. The part that got the most of my attention was probably my hair. My long, white, feathery hair looked almost like Della's, but with more curls and if it had been shocked by electricity of the highest order. "Well, that's odd." I said under my breath. I figured now was a good time to fix that. I really didn't wanna get out of bed, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay here for very long. I climbed out of my blankets and stood up to stretch. Stretching wasn't an easy thing for me to do. Even though it's supposed to help release muscle tension, it just adds more stress to me personally. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels like that though.

I began walking out of my bedroom and made my way to the bathroom. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was a wreck. My face was way more destroyed then I had thought. It was coated in dark spots of dirt, dried tears, wet tears, and my feathers were messy and displaced. I had no desire to clean my face currently. I was too out of it to even bother. Most days, I would've taken a shower by now. Today was not one of them. But, I did turn on the water and splash it in my face a few times. It was actually kind of felt nice. Soon enough, the many sticky tears that coated my facade had either fallen off, or were washed clean off. I looked at myself in the mirror again. My hair was messy, hehe. I actually liked it. It kind of looked like Kylo Ren was running through a tornado. My mum would have said that I looked like a forgotten child. I haven't seen her in a few weeks. I should call her up sometime. Same with my dad. I missed my family, that was evident. They still lived in Duckburg, so that meant I could visit them whenever. I had moved out and with the help of Scrooge's money, I had bought myself a house. 

It was pretty much the same shape of my childhood home, but was a bit smaller in space and acres. Plus, I lived on the outskirts of Duckburg. You wouldn't be able to see my house if you were on top of the Money Bin. It was kind of inside a forested area, which I loved. It totally sit well with my situation. For a two story house, it was actually really cozy. Scrooge actually offered me the money to buy the house about 9 years ago. He had given it to me as a birthday gift, and a reminder of how happy he was that I worked for him. I worked for him for about 5 years after I lost Della. 6 years later, and I haven't seen him in about 3 years now. Last time I saw him was when we crossed paths after one of his meetings. We were in the Money Bin. He had just checked on the vault and I came by to see how he was doing. He looked like he hadn't slept in a decade. In fact, that was probably true. He said that he was fine, but I knew for a fact that he was still hurting. I talked to him for a bit, then ended up going back home.