Desire to Run: I've read a lot of poetry, the themes are mainly angst, despair, hopelessness, emptiness, and being lost. I could turn some into songs. As I was resting on Elisa's bed, I see her enter, Emilia was about to enter, but she hissed at her and slammed the door. She grabbed the bouquet of purple hyacinth, marigold, willow, foxglove and dark crimson roses on her bedside and threw the vase on the floor. "I hate him." She must be referring to Darren. "I'm not brave enough..." I thought, why would she say that. She grabs the hanging ukulele on the wall and sits on the bed, opposite to me. "To be honest, I really wanted to play guitar, but I'm too shy to tell Mom about it. Sure, Ate Emilia got taught with a lot of instruments, but then she got stressed and decided to let someone else to not only manage SMS, but she had to take a break from school, not only from the others saying she's a demon, but also from the piled up schoolwork. She ended up forgetting most, though." I see... "I'm not strong..." I'm begining to feel worry for her. Yes, she may be of demon blood, I'm begining to feel... Pity. Pity for her. I see now, Kat can't voice the truth, Emilia is burning herself out and Elisa? She's the ocean. A hurricane or typhoon may suddenly rise from her unvoiced wrath, hatred and sorrow. Yes, the surface is vast and almost empty, but the deep is dark and filled with unknown beauty or terrors. I have to wonder what makes her one of the most intimidating or what makes herself thinks negatively of herself. Why is she distancing herself from her own family? When I returned to the palace, I rest my head on a pillow, thinking. "Why? Why must one demonize a restless ocean?" But then it became dark. "H̖e͎͐͢͡r̓͆ ͯp̏͛̊ͥai̴̻̋n̞ ́ͮw̷̪o͔̙͡͡ũ͖̈̍ld̷̖̆̓͢ b̸̔ͯ̏e ̬̾he͆͆r̾ͬͫ ̝̌͠d̯oͭ҉̼̱w͓͈͊̀͟n̑͋f̙̭̿̓͘a̟̞ͩͧl̮͍̾l ̖̔͐̍̚i̾̔͞f̫͌ ̦ͩwͭe'r̥̋e͕̺̱̮͛ ̾n̦ͅo̰ẗ̞͝ ͕͍͛́c̷a͌̃ͅr̞̖e̦̽ͨ͒͡fu͉ͅ҉͓̭lͮͮͤ̂̅. Ī̶̾ ͖̯̉c̢̨̠̍ā͓͂n̳ͯ͆̕̚ ̬̼̯̊s͘h̊͏ͩó̦͉̽ͦw͗͋ͫ͟ ̮ͣyͨo̮̺̗ͧụ̜̈̈ ͭ҉̩͘͟a͙ͪ̉͜ ͉p̵͙̂̕o͙̟̪ͪ͏s̗͓̒ͩ̎s̪i̡͆̀̓b̨͚̍ͭil̇ͨ͗͠i҉t̬͒y͓̮ͦ̉͒.̩͚̍ͧ" Miss Beth? I hear a scream, sounds like Elisa, then a thud and sounds of cracks. I hear noise, like there's a crowd. A panicking crowd. I look back, all the sudden I'm in a forest. I see her dressed in white, laying on a bed of white lilies. I feel something painful in my chest. For someone I've only known for a few weeks, why am I feeling pain? Is this pity? Sorrow? I don't know. I hear lamentation from the back of my head. Is she dead? She can't be. She can't be dead! "El̵l̴a ͍̱̉ͣͭt̻̿͏̠i̭e̩n̫͊ͭ̑ę̱̲ m̶ͮͮuc̖̮h͉̒o ̹p̳ͬͣ͢o͖t̟ẽ̮̫̳̊n̷̷̈͑c̙͖͛̌ͬi̶̧͌̔a͜l̞̗̗̭.̦̣̣͡ ̨̯ͬͨE̝͖̥̻ͬll̶̬҉̜ͩa ̘̿e̛̺͔ͭ̈s̅ ̗̫͉̔ȗ͜n̮̣ạ̸ ̶̨c̨͖̆̄̑h̯̾i̝cͦ̋à̸͍͡͞ muy̢̋͊̎ ̨̈t̽ͯ͝͠ã̱l̮̏en̨̢̥͆̎t̨҉ͩo̹̬sa̷ͮ̕͏ ̸y͎̐̏ ̞͊peṇsa͍͚̪͕t͇ͯ̂ḭͥv͈͋ȃ͉̣̥̇.̈́͂ͦ ̼͛̕͟͞A̼ͨ͒̅ͯun̖qǔͪ͊e̙̗ͪ͝.̲ͧ̔ͯ.̞̖ͭ̌.̢̞̬ͯ̒" The vision around me fades "What?" "F͚̉ͬ̓̅ŕ̬̆o̟ͮ͢m̝̻ ̵̠̻̀ͯt̶͆͊ẖ̗͗ͭe͊ ̛̍ͦ̾ͅc͕oͨ͡n̖̿̏͠s̬̗ͦe͆q͍u̶̱̓͡ę̰̅̒n̈̿c̦̙ͣ̊e ̶̫̇͋̇ỏͩf̢̥ͪ ̥͚̠ͯ͜n̵̍̽o̶̟̰̭̚t̤̻ͭ ̩̏t̩̔̓ẽ̺̌̃a̓̑̿c̟͜͞h̢̰ͅịn̟̈̈ͧ͝g̵ ̸h̥͐ér̳̫̬͒̋,̙ͧͣ̒̔ ̠her̰̻̳͘ t̞̬̐͠ͅwȍ̶̲ͯ ͉̳̀̾y̠̦̓̅̕õ̆͟un̵̦̊ͮ͜g̖̖ͨ͌̈́ ̧̧͍̌̋ḏ̂ã̌͝ṷ̸̇͘g̮͒͏ht̃e̺̾̄̌͡r̴̼͌͡s̻̬͢ ̹ẅ́e̛̘͝reͯ̉ ̶̞ş͆uͨf͕ͬͨ̂f̤̾e͗̾̈́r̈i̻̿͢ng̮͔͐.ͣ̌͡͞ I̷͛͌t̝̜̹̯̒ ̤iͯ͂ͣ͠s̛ͬ̏ m̟̎͗͊yͨͬ ̙o͓̝͏w̧͉̍n̢͓̟͍͌ b͕ͤ͟lu̡̯n̯d̬̋e͒ͭ͗r̹̐ͧ,̟̦ ̗ͦ́̒ṃy̛ ̴̎̇̓f̦̪̮̔ȧ̟̤̀u̓͘l̨̈̏́͆tͯ͏.̴̮͞" "What makes you say such?" "I̲͐'ll̥̟͊ͥ ̡͉͗͘̕s̨͐͡h̭͢o̶ͥ̃ͭͮw͇̌͒ ̸͍̈͌ͯyo̵̺̖͍ͤu̵̮͉ ͙͎̜̬o͊ͣ̀ͤn̞̂̿̉e ̪ͯ̓̾͡d̪̦ͩ̐ạ̻ͭ̌͒ẏ́.̊ͯ ̎̎Ṕo̻͇ŕ̦͘ ̢̣ͧe͇̳ͦ͂͟l̝̂͋ͣ ͧmo͈҉̠͍̭m̸̭̔ͨ̽e͗̀n͕҉̿t̢̟̹oͩ" "Hm?" I'm surrounded. "Miss Beth! Don't leave! ¡Por favor" I see Lester on my left with his long hair brushed by a redhead, his face covered in blood and the girl, weeping. On his hand was a rainflower, what surrounds them are dark, crimson roses. On my right was Leslie, arms full of red lines. There's a cypress on her ear. I look back and I see Emilia, surounded by strange figures with red dahilas on them. Then in front of me... Elisa... She hands me a white lily, smiles sweetly and the four vanishes. I wake up at 12:00 to see a vase of white lilies on my bedside. I don't want to see this innocent die so I threw it out the window. I'm begining to think what perils are ahead of us. Why does she want to flee? Rulebreaker: Où étais-je? Right. I've been told off by the guidance counsellor again. They keep on threatening me to be kicked out, but they haven't done anything to me yet. Multiple fights, parties, stolen boyfriends and girlfriends, loads of banging anywhere and bribery to get outta crimes hasn't stopped me from still roaming around the school and doing poorly in classes. It has been pissing off my sister, concerning my aunt, grandaunt and granddads, and worrying my dad. It's very tiresome to get scolded by my younger twin and getting a sermon from Papa. It's irritating. Very irritating. I've kicked him once in the knee and the results weren't very nice. He ended up avoiding me for a few weeks. I wish I cared more. Because of that, he had to be taken in by my grandpas. Auntie seems to know what's with Papa, yet she is always silent about it. Je me demande pourquoi... Papa knows that curfews never works on me anymore, because I don't care anymore about them. He just stopped giving us curfews because I don't follow them. I'm having lots of "activities" right now. I'll often be home late at night or maybe a day or two later. Maybe even a week. I don't know when I'll ever break out of it. It must have been a part of me. I might never escape endless repetitions. I am mindless, yet I can think. I am pulled by strings with no hope of cutting free. I am thought as scandalous by many, damaged by some, pitiful by few. I don't want to hear their opinions anymore, God, I wish I cared less. Life only brings marching torment. I don't want to be awake anymore, but... I wither more by passing day Only drown in this bittersweet, loveless... Urgh, what am I doing? Spinning:"K̥̳iͭl̥͓l̟͇ͮ͆̾ ͣͮ̂h̵ẹ͊ȑ." "What?" "I̠̫'̺͂͌v̗̆e͏͞ s̡ͤa̳͒ͣ̑͒i̱d ̟i̵̹̐t,̽͐ ̒͜bo̴̤̰͌̍yͧͦ. ͨKi͚̇l̸l̆ ͈̭̄̈́hę̇͆r̭̅̊!̨̔͢ͅ" "No! I can't! I... I..." I... I feel dizzy. What have I done to her. Those years of dread have sunken into me ever since that incident. I'm sorry he let loose, harmed you and he was made. It's my fault! I'm weak against him. He tells me I can be what a demon is supposed to be. This is... Desire is what a demon like him craves. I only get affected by other's success. He is different from me. He should be thankful. He is different. He is twisted. Is that how a demon is. Then I'd rather die than be a twisted creature. Sure, she may be one of those who I liked, but I never wanted her to get a glimpse of... Hell... Never wanted her to... Be... More chaos in this world is needed. I want them to know about what lies ahead. I don't want this brat's mother to interfere. She may be elite, but she's a traitor. A cunning bratty traitor. I should've gotten the rubies to end this corrupted world. The rubies were hidden all over, damn. For now I'll have him suffer damnation and mold him into what he is supposed to be. I'll act as what he is supposed to be while I am present and while I take control. I'll have him succumb into what a Luxurian is supposed to be. I... I... I... Don't... Want... To... Don't... Want... Her... To... Mama... Save... Me... From... Him... End of Chapter.
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