Airalin

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

I had already shared a lot of information with Vivian. It probably wouldn't hurt me to share more...

"Well, basically, when I ask it to kill someone, it does... usually. But in return, it hurts me. A lot. Apparently, its owner is doomed to suffer." I crawled over to my tray and began eating. "I doubt it will work for anyone other than me. It's something that can only be inherited, I think. Sometimes, the image of Grandmother appears before me, talks to me... threatens me." I shook my head. "It's really quite terrifying."

I bit my lip, choosing my next words carefully. "Vivian, being locked in here makes me more depressed than ever. If this keeps up, I'm bound to try to hurt myself before long. Please, help me escape! You're... the only one I can turn to." I kept my eyes on my tray, ashamed of my weakness. Once again, I had resorted to begging my niece. Why was I so pathetic? Why couldn't I do anything without help?

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

3? She's 19. =o

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Poor Eva just can't catch a break! XD

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

What the hell? I was old enough to take care of myself - I didn't need a guardian!

I crawled over to my breakfast and ate sullenly. Mother's death had meant nothing; I was still being imprisoned! It was too soon to kill off the Team Leader, or whoever would be next in line to keep me locked up - I was afraid of the necklace's wrath, and besides, it would be incredibly suspicious.

I needed Vivian - and perhaps a television. Something to occupy myself while I remained imprisoned! For some reason, I doubted Vivian would simply consent to release me, so I was going to have to return the necklace to her. I didn't want it to linger in my cell and bother me. I was going insane from the sheer boredom and isolation more than quickly enough without its help!

I laid flat on my back, limbs outstretched, and sighed. Why wouldn't anyone just let me go?

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When I woke up, I was in my cell.

I pulled off the necklace and placed it in the corner. I needed to talk to Vivian, and soon, but all I could do was wait for her to arrive. For now, it would have to be enough. It was in my best interest to remain locked up a little while longer, after all.

I could only assume my dream had been reality, and that Mother was dead. The police would be alerted, of course - that's why I had to stay in my cell for a while. My imprisonment was a perfect alibi! However, once everything had been cleared up, I should be in control - the money was mine, after all, that that leech was no longer around to usurp it. I would be patient - all I had to do now was sit still. Hopefully... hopefully the necklace would not speak to me again...

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I was seething, but was too weak to stand. I had no outlet for my fury. For the few minutes I sat there, alone in my cell, imprisoned by my own mother, my mind worked frantically, desperately trying to find a means of escape. But I had only one idea.

Then Vivian arrived. "That bitch wouldn't even look at me," I hissed in response to her question. "Vivian, bring me my necklace back. Please. I need to use it, one last time. To kill her, and anyone one who tries to keep me locked up." This would be a test for Vivian. If she truly cared about me, she would never abandon me to this fate. I wouldn't be able to eat anymore, not after what Mother had said about adding more meds to my meals, so I would die if I didn't escape.

I sat with my arms wrapped around my legs, chin resting on my knees. I looked up at Vivian, my eyes pleading. If she didn't help me escape now, then I could end up locked away for months or even years. I would rather die than allow that to happen!

The Gifted[CLOSED]

I'm scared! o.o

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Once Vivian had laid out some outfits before me, I selected a pair of shorts and a t-shirt - there was scarcely any point in dressing up while I was imprisoned. I ignored the sandals - they were of no use to me while I was effectively inside a padded cell. Changing was a hassle; I felt far too weak to stand, so I had to dress myself while sitting. I took a deep breath, anticipating Mother's arrival. Surely she could be made to see reason!

When she arrived, clothed in an obscenely expensive looking outfit, I sat up just a little bit straighter. It seemed as though my fate were in her hands.

"Mother, listen," I began, eyes on the floor. "The incident with the knife - I was really stressed, I was feeling overwhelmed by my new position and all the duties that it entails. All of that brought back... bad memories." She would know what I was referring to, of course. "But now that I've been made to relax for a while, I am feeling much better. Please let me out of this room! Being confined in here makes me very uncomfortable." Heat was rushing to my cheeks; I had spoken very little to others about anything that related to my kidnapping in any way. "You can even have someone supervise me, to make sure I don't do anything rash - I don't mind! But I'll never recover if I just stay cooped up in here!"

I looked up, my eyes meeting Mother's. If she didn't let me leave, I didn't know what I was going to do with myself!

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Once Vivian - and the necklace - were gone, I hesitantly took off my clothing and made my way into the bathroom. The shower didn't look built for comfort, not in the least. Nonetheless, I made my way into it, turning on the water. At first, it was cold, so much so that it gave my skin goosebumps. I sighed. I was going to make this fast.

After thoroughly washing, with emphasis on taking care of my hair, I put on the miserable clothing Vivian had left for me and glumly sat down. When would Mother be here to talk to me? I needed to make her understand... keeping me locked up with not going to fix anything! In fact, it would only make me have dreams of my past, dreams that would make me want to die all the more!

I laid down, closing my eyes yet not even close to tired enough to actually sleep. With my necklace out of the picture - though I doubted it would stay that way - the whole situation was quite dull.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Even if Vivian tried to get rid of the necklace, it would probably just come back. But... it was worth a try, wasn't it?

I crawled over to the corner, picked up the necklace by its chain. A sudden feeling of foreboding struck me; if I gave the necklace to Vivian, would she become the owner? If so, she would suffer... and what would happen to me?

I shook my head, then carefully said, "You can get rid of this, but it's still my necklace. I don't want to give it to you. It will ruin your life if I do..." Despite the fact that my niece was taking a sterner tone with me, I didn't want to make her suffer as I had...