Airalin

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

As Grandmother entered the room I felt my heart drop. This could not be real. I swiftly sat on the bed to prevent myself from growing dizzy. The ghost - or whatever it was - patiently waited for me to collect myself. I had put my trust in the strange phenomena that had been happening around me up until now, so I might as well continue to do so. Besides, Grandmother was right. I did have questions.

Not sure where to begin, I suddenly blurted out, "I am going crazy?" It was a rather rude question, of course, but I felt certain Grandmother would understand. "Sorry," I said, but I was unable to restrain myself. The questions flowed freely, in rapid succession, leaving no time for a response between them, "Why is it so bad that I inherited the necklace? What are my guards planning to do to me? How can I keep myself safe? You were fine for the longest time! Why... why do such awful things keep happening to me?" To my surprise, tears were rolling down my cheeks. My face reddened in shame; I was behaving like a pathetic little girl, yet I could not help myself. In fact, I was certain there were questions I had forgotten to ask.

I brushed away my tears, making no effort to stifle the ones that followed in their wake, then folded my hands on my lap, attempting to look as composed as I could. I was certain Grandmother would not fall for my masquerade, but I hadn't the faintest clue how to conduct myself around her. The two of us had not spoken at length since I was just a child!

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At first, I thought I had simply lost my mind. But as I read through the email, a chill running down my spine, I knew this was something much more sinister.

The first three messages were clear as day. Father really was behind everything. It had not been mere negligence; he had planned it all. As I read through those messages, I felt numb. I hadn't suspected he had gone that far, but still... it wasn't really a surprise. I had been nothing more than a tool to him.

The fourth message was a bit unclear. Was "it" the family fortune? No... Grandmother had mentioned "it" in the first email. The fortune would not have any say in who owned it. My fingers caressed the necklace as my heart sank. Could it be...?

The fifth message made me look all around my room. Perhaps the "stupid cow" was Mother. At any rate, someone was coming after me, and soon.

I leaped to my feet before realizing I hadn't the faintest clue of how to handle the situation. I needed to get out, and quickly. But my guards... apparently, they had been involved in my kidnapping in the first place. They could not be trusted. But how could I slip past them?

It was hopeless... I was a rich girl, helpless without the aid of her servants, and they were trained professionals. If they were trying to keep me in, there was no way I would be able to leave undetected. Unless...

I stood in front of the mirror again and clasped my hand around the gem in my necklace. "Help me," I whispered, "How can I escape without being caught? What do I have to do to save myself?" Perhaps it was the epitome of stupidity to beg a mirror for advice... but whatever I had seen before, it had already helped me, hadn't it?

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Mother could be so annoying to talk to!

The last thing I wanted was more people to talk to. It was a bit strange... when I had been alone, doing solitary things like reading or playing games, I had wanted nothing more than for someone to understand me, to care about me. But now that everyone was throwing themselves at me, all I wanted was time to myself!

Nonetheless, it made sense. All those people were fake. In fact, now that I was ultra rich, everyone would be fake. Now more than ever, I was guaranteed not to find anyone who truly cared for me. No wonder I was hearing weird laughter. It was enough to drive anyone insane!

When my phone stopped working, I was more than a little relieved. I really didn't care whatever odd behavior the weather was exhibiting; it was working to my advantage. Since no one else seemed to notice it, it was probably fairly normal around here. I had bigger things to worry about.

Wordlessly, I returned to my room, locking the door behind me. The only form of entertainment I had brought with me was my laptop, and its internet connection was likely no more functional than my phone. I sat crossed legged on the floor, staring at my reflection. The necklace really was pretty. Soon, I would have to go out and buy some things to occupy myself as well as more jewelry to go with the necklace. As I considered what I might buy, I realized that I was grinning - a real smile! Perhaps I would sneak out. Pathetic though it was to have to silently scurry out of my own home, I knew I would never be allowed to go anywhere alone otherwise. I would probably be safe; no one would expect me to do something like that.

Even if it was a risk... if something was making me happy, I had to pursue it, regardless of anything else. There was no point in being rich if I was miserable all the time!

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My step niece? I knew Jeremy had gotten married a few years back, but no one had ever mentioned that his wife had come with a kid. Being referred to as someone's aunt made me feel old - it was quite an unpleasant feeling! I really wished Mother would warn me about such things before sending calls my way.

Unless... perhaps this was some sort of ruse? Whoever put Vivian up to this might be hoping I can become comfortable talking to her, that I might tell her more than I should. I certainly would not fall for such a scheme. But I needed answers, and fast.

My fingers hurriedly tapped the necessary keys to make my call. But I would not be talking to Vivian just yet. This call was to Mother - she had some explaining to do!

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

In that case, I definitely need to know what the message said before I can react to it. XD

Edit: Oh, never mind. You already modified the post. XD

The Gifted[CLOSED]

*Cackles like a lunatic.*

The Gifted[CLOSED]

*Grabs a cookie UFO and eats it.*

You've played right into my hands~

The Gifted[CLOSED]

@ArkmageddonCat

Whatever.

My real weakness is cookies. You should give me some.

The Gifted[CLOSED]

@ArkmageddonCat

Silly! My real life incarnation is immune to boring sunlight. =p

The Gifted[CLOSED]

Well, I love the darkness, so...