Airalin

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Even seven months after their deaths, my family members were still making the news. That figured; they were greedy, scrupulous people who built businesses around themselves in the hopes of getting richer and richer. If the news was still covering this, it seemed nothing more interesting had happened while I was asleep. That was for the best, I supposed.

Before long, it was lunch time, and I hastily made my way to the dining room, eager to regain as much strength as I could. Besides, food was just about the only thing worth my time in this house. Perhaps I should buy some video games or something - with my whole family gone, there was no one to tell me I couldn't play them all the time. It wasn't like I would have any responsibilities until I was 21, anyway.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Apparently, my guards' contract was up, and I was more or less unprotected from the outside world. I found that I didn't really care much. Slowly, I made my way back to my room; it was high time I start wearing my own clothing. Unfortunately, I would have to resist the urge to pry the box off of my ankle - I would probably be locked away again if I did something like that. I scowled; the sooner I became 21 and gained my own freedom, the better.

I changed into a dark skirt and tanktop and put a few dark anklets on my bare ankle to make the stupid box stand out a bit less. There was really nothing much to do around here, so I decided to return to the living room and watch some TV; who knew how much the world had changed since I had fallen into my coma?

When I arrived in the living room, I curled up on the couch and navigated to the first news channel I could find.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

No more necklace again. Well, that was for the best, provided Nathan actually did hide it. For all I knew, he could be using it for his own gains. But even if that was the case, there was nothing I could do to stop him.

Once again, I was a prisoner in my own home. If I wasn't on my best behavior, I was to be locked away again. What a pain!

I hastily ate my food, eager to regain all the strength I could so I would be able to walk without worrying about falling flat on my face and having that misinterpreted as an attempted suicide or something nonsensical like that. I was on my own - no one seemed to really want anything to do with me anymore, especially not Vivian. After all that had happened between us, I couldn't really blame her. I was more comfortable without her around, too.

I demanded that the chef bring me seconds, and would have asked for thirds if I hadn't already felt stuffed to the brim. I was going to give myself stretch marks if I tried to regain my strength this quickly - but what did that matter? No one would ever want to be with a crazy girl like me anyway. I had lost all the trust of the people around me simply because I had wanted to die. I was surprised I wasn't being accompanied by a guard at all times.

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For a moment, I stared blanket at my hand. So thin... I had been skinny in the first place, but now, I...

"Someone bring me some food, please," I said, absently running my fingers through my hair. Except... my hair was gone. It had been cut short, and no longer even fell to my shoulders.

I glared at Amanda and Erica. That hair had been so pretty... how long would it take to get it all back?

Everyone around me was judging me while I was in the most undignified position I'd been in in years! It was enough to make me want to die all over again! But here, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even walk. Why hadn't they just let me die>

"Just... send in whoever is in charge of taking care of me, and everyone else go away," I said, my voice faint, tears trickling down my cheeks. This was so humiliating! I didn't want to be seen like this... why did I have to survive all those pills...?

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I flinched as electricity jolted me. "I'm awake, stop that!" I muttered, rubbing my eyes. My limbs felt heavy - who knew how long I had been confined to this bed? Simply pushing myself into a sitting position was an ordeal that required the full extent of my physical strength.

I looked away from the people gathered around me, unable to meet their eyes. My attempt at dying had failed, and I already knew how one of them felt about it - the others likely had similar opinions. I was selfish, evil, or whatever else. I didn't want to hear it! Even though my attempt had failed, I had done what I felt was necessary. They shouldn't blame me for that!

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, still staring at the blankets over my legs. My body ached, as if from residual suffering inflicted by the demon. Could I be certain that it wasn't possessing me somehow, even now?

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Happy? With you as GM? Yeah right!

...But thanks. XD

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Everyone had been calling me selfish lately - and maybe I was - but Vivian had little room to talk. Nonetheless, I made no move to yell. She was my only hope of getting out of here.

"Maybe I did it because of how guilty I felt about what happened to you. I couldn't sleep, Vivian... I should never have let you touch that necklace. But I did, even though I knew it would probably hurt me... and for the first time, it made me suffer in a way that didn't fade. So I decided to die. It may have been selfish, but it was no more so than your decision to use the necklace to kill so many people."

My eyes locked on to hers. "I understand if you hate me. But you need to put that necklace back in the safe, or at least have Amanda do it, not for my sake, but for yours. My body will wake up either way - the only question is whether it will be controlled by me or by the demon from inside the necklace. However crazy I might be, at least I cared enough about you to feel so guilty I felt I needed to die. The demon would not be so benevolent."

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Uh, sure, let's say we have. =x

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Despite the horrific pain I was in, I took advantage of Jamie's distraction and bolted into Vivian's room, terrified that Christian would follow me at any moment. When Vivian apologized to me, I frantically spoke over her. "It's okay, Vivian," I said, "But in order to go back to my body, I need you to do me a favor. Take the necklace off of me and lock it away in grandmother's safe again. We never should have taken it out! Being a spirit like this is so scary, I was just attacked by Christian and I'm in incredible pain, so, please, save me!

She was probably more afraid of the necklace than ever after what it had done to her, but I needed Vivian's help more than anything... if she hadn't convinced me to take it out of the safe, none of this would have happened at all!

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I jerked backward, freeing my hand of the girl's grasp and wiping it off on my dress. In one swift motion, I turned around heading back for the stairs. There was no reason for me to listen to these voices, voices that condemned me for being scarred and bitter after all the suffering I had been through. They were just trying to hurt me all the more by making me hate myself more than I already did! But I would not let them. So I dashed up the stairs, not looking back.

Swiftly, I made my way toward Vivian's room with the intention of telling her to remove the necklace and lock it away in the vault. I wasn't certain of exactly what time it was, but if she remained awake, I would simply wait until she succumbed to slumber. Within minutes, I had waked right through the door of her room. But how did I enter her dream? "Vivian?" I asked tentatively as I approached.