6.4 - At Wit's End

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The moon was high up in the sky, luminescent rays glowing down on me through the glass window panes. I felt myself flop back onto the bed, arms thrown to my sides. I stayed like that staring up at the ceiling, anxiety swimming in my mind. I knew staying up late was a bad habit of mine. with so many all nighters I had to pull back at school with my girl friends.....but this one was far different and stress inducing.

Why was I so restless. Was it my energy? Maybe I had too much cake after dinner? Or was it.....

"Maybe....I'm just too worried about the guys being okay I can't seem to shut my eyes without endless scenarios of what they're going through sprinting in my mind...." I said softly and rolled over onto my right side, trying to picture seeing the family photo beside me. But couldn't. I left it back at Pomefiore...

My hand went to her neck unconsciously, and just as I began to panic, not feeling my necklace against my skin, I calmed down, remembering that I took it off when I went to shower and placed it on the dresser. This made me get up just to snatch it off the dresser. But just as I unclasped it and held it up to my neck, I stopped and let my arms drop. The fingers clutched the gold chain as the small circular pendant swung back and forth like a pendulum; I watched it. The face slowly turned between facing me and the window, catching bits of both shadow and moonlight between the gold detailing and the small crystal in its center.

I couldn't stand looking at it anymore, even if it was the last piece of my mother. I didn't know what I was doing....all I could remember was crumpling the necklace in my hand and I flew off the bed and snuck out the door; running through the halls as I flew straight to the veranda, facing the backyard. I felt myself drawing to the rail as my arm leered back, still clutching the necklace and I prepared to throw it into the gardens-

But I stopped before I could throw it....

What am I doing?!

Throwing away something that meant something to me.....if I throw that away...it's like I'm throwing away my family! My sister and brother! My aunt, my dad, My mom, everyone!! .....and I promised myself...I'd get back to them!.....but my parents.....can I still hold onto the belief that they're ACTUALLY alive??....

And now that there's secrets to this world, my magic and these visions for me to discover and get the answers to....I'm not sure if I want to.....until I know what's going on....I can't go back......not by a long shot.

I lowered my arm and kissed the necklace over and over and I breathed heavily with panic and regret over my actions. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry....!" I whispered over and over like a mantra. "......I lost people dear to me once.....I'm not gonna let it happen again........"

That same feeling came back so soon and I didn't find myself on the veranda of the Villa. It was...somewhere else entirely. A room....maps of the world hung on walls, swords and different war memorabilia, a fire crackled in the fireplace, flames licking the dry wood underneath it. Furniture hand crafted and painted with but the tiniest details showing galaxies and night skies stood elegantly on carpeted floors.

A man was sitting in the corner of the room. He was hunched over a desk, head in his hands. His aura spewed stressed. Behind him, a woman placed her hands on his shoulders and he relaxed under her touch.

"Hi, Darling." He smiled.

"Eos...." The woman said fondly and I almost stumbled back in shock.

'Eos?! The guy in the mirror?!' I thought. 'Why is my third eye showing me this of him??'

"Something on your mind?" The woman asked. Eos stands, pushing his chair back and he walks to a painting and looks up at it. A tall middle-aged man with a still strong figure stood behind a woman, sitting in a chair of silver, her face neutral but showed off her beauty and high radiance. Standing on either side of her were two young boys. One was a younger version of Eos, but the other had dark blonde hair, and beige skin surround cloud gray eyes.

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