"Fine," they both mumbled sadly.
"Alright, I'm going to go and get ready before I head out. You two be nice to each other and behave."
"Okay," they mumbled.
"Oh, and Aiden's coming over later. Heather's going to drop him off here," I said.
"Yay! Aiden's coming!" Rose exclaimed. I smiled down at her.
"Oh great. I get to watch two little abusive monsters instead of one," Daniel joked. I chuckled and nodded my head.
"And I don't want anything broken by the time I get back," I warned.
"Okay," they muttered. I turned and headed off to the staircase but before I went up the steps, I paused.
"Quit hitting each other!" I called back.
"What the-ouch!" I heard Daniel cry out. I jogged up the steps and went up into my room. Just as I was about to fling my closet door open, something on my bedside table caught my eye. My head snapped to see what it was. I stopped breathing. My lungs couldn't work right. My heart pounded in my chest as it sat there on the hard wood. It just sat there. It wasn't doing anything but sitting there. So why was I reacting this way? Because it had never been there before. That pearl had never been sitting there before. Ever. Where did it come from? How did it get here? I never had that pearl. I gave it back to him the day I left. Didn't I?
Of course you did. You handed it to him right after you broke his heart to pieces and ripped it out of his chest.
I gasped for breath as if I'd just resurfaced from some kind of drowning pain. The weight I'd been carrying around in my chest was heavier now more than ever. I was gasping for breath. My hand flew over my heart and I clutched at the skin right above it, trying to tear it out of my chest. It hurt too much to keep it in there. As I stared at the pearl, questions circled around my head. How did the thing get here? Who put it there? Did I actually give it back to him or did I put it back in my pocket? But I did give it to him. He must've slipped it in my bag or my pocket somehow. But I didn't remember ever seeing it before.
That's because it was never here before.
I gazed around the silent room. Everything was as I'd left it before. Nothing had changed, other than the small pearl that sat on my bedside table, haunting me with its beauty. I closed my eyes, trying not to look at it, and also trying to push back the memories and the feelings that were growing inside of me. I had to keep them away. It was easier that way. It was safer.
When I opened my eyes, I immediately averted them to the wall behind me. I kept my focus and attention on trying to figure out who could've came into my room. Could it have been Rose? No, she was too young and I don't think she could get her hands on a pearl like that. Could it have been Daniel? My mind reeled over the thought, turning it over and over again until I decided that it couldn't have been him. He would've mentioned something downstairs or hinted at something like he usually does whenever he gets me or Rose something.
So then who was it?
I looked under my bed, but nothing was there. I opened my closet door but it was empty. I made sure to check the bathroom and all of the rooms before going back into my room. The pearl still sat there, staring me back in the face. My eyes shifted nervously from side-to-side, flickering around the room, before it became too much for me to handle and I grabbed a tissue from the bathroom and used it to pick up the pearl and wrapped it in the tissue. I went over to my dresser and stuck it inside the top drawer underneath some of my clothes where I wouldn't have to see it anymore. But that wouldn't do much. I'd already seen it. My mind was already haunted by the memories that I didn't want coming. I didn't want to have to face them. I breathed a sigh of relief when it was out of sight, but that didn't mean that I felt any less nerved by its strange appearance. I decided to just push it to the back of my mind. I couldn't worry about it. It's not like it meant anything.
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WerewolfIt’s been five years since Cassie left the life and people that she knew and loved. She’s managed to find someplace to stay, with a few changes that is. But other than that, she’s been able to get on with life-but just barely. Cassie can never forge...
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