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Wilson and Valerie stared at each other’s dark eyes that were due to lack of sleep. Loud crying boomed through the house from upstairs.

Two days. Elizabeth had been crying for two days without stop.

It was an unbelievable feat.

At first they had banged at her door for what seemed like eternity but she didn’t open.

They had even tried knocking down the door but it wouldn’t budge.

It was also plausible that she didn’t even hear them.

Valerie had to take Margaret to a friend’s house so the girl could get some sleep. At first, Valerie had thought that her Elizabeth was crying because she got grounded.

It was the first time Valerie had ever grounded her and she felt a bit guilty for making Elizabeth cry. Then she listened to the wails for a while and realized that these were wails of sorrow and anguish.

The only thing Valerie could think of that would make Elizabeth like this was those thugs that attacked her. Valerie was determined to track those men down and bring them to justice. Of course she had the resources to do so as a renowned fashion designer. She had created ‘Valacia’ from scratch and the company had blossomed marvelously. She wanted one of her children to inherit it but she was not going to force any. Thoughts like this were running through her mind as she felt exhausted.

She sighed tiredly as she watched the antique clock hit 1:00 am. She glanced over to her husband whose eye bags were fairly recent.

He had opted to use earphones to sleep he first night and had crushed them in his sleep. He bought another set however Elizabeth’s wailing seemed to have gotten louder as though saying ‘you have to listen to my cries’ so it was a useless deed.

Valerie bit her lips in an act of worry for Elizabeth’s health.

‘I wonder if she’ll loose her voice’ Valerie pondered and sipped off the cup of orange juice in front of her.

Wilson grunted as he took a sip of the cold orange juice too. The cries had just gone into the third day and he was extremely worried. ‘What is making her cry like this?’ he thought.

Just like Valerie all he could think off was those boys. He was 100% in support for Valerie hunting them down and sending those trouble makers to jail or juvenile detention depending on their age.

(AN:: So close yet so far)

He let his head fall to the table with a Thud.

“Please stop…” he groaned.

And immediately the wailing stopped.

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I blinked furiously a few times and yawned.

“Ah that smells” I mumbled as my breath wafted into my nostrils. I got up and headed towards the bathroom.

I looked at my bloody red eyes in the mirror and proceeded to wash my face.

I must have been crying a while because I lost my concept of time while bombarding myself with questions.

Come to think of it I haven’t eaten yet. I am a bit hungry.

Ssshaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I turned on the tap and let the water run as I brushed my teeth. I rinsed my mouth and stared at myself in the mirror. The beauty I used to see was nowhere. Replacing her was a red eyed girl with disheveled hair and small claws…..

‘Ehhhh????’

I raised my hands to eye level and realized that they were already growing back. ‘It’s been only five days!’

I racked my brain to see if I was wrong.

1st day: I cut my nails and fought

2nd – 4th: unconscious

5th –conscious

6th –released and crying half the day.

I walked towards the curtains and looked outside. “It’s night already”

I glanced at my alarm clock, 1: 02. “No morning?”

So I cried the whole of yesterday.

(AN: she’s not so far off….)

Bang bang bang

I turned to the door where the banging was coming from, “Yes?”

I turned the door knob and pulled. It wouldn’t budge. Ah!

I remembered wedging the door. I moved the earth back so the door would budge.

At least I tried to.

But it was as though the earth wasn’t there. I could see the earth wedging the door but I couldn’t feel the…. you know…. Ugh I don’t know what to call it.

‘Essence’ came the commanding voice.

‘Yes. The essence….’

“Wha—” I began shocked. Again I hear a voice in my head. But I know this voice. This particular voice warmed me.

But all for a moment before my heart clenched and my blood pumped in anger.

‘What is going on?’ I said trying to calm my blood thirst.

'Bloodthirt?'

Then my eyes widened before softening again. ‘The owner of that voice…I probably want to kill that person’ I reasoned, ‘That voice is a clue to me’, I thought and placed the voice in the top part of my mind as priority.

The banging on the door was relentless.

“Elizabeth!” I heard Wilson and Valerie’s voice.

“Ah! Mom, Dad” I said loud enough for them to hear me. The banging seized and silence ensued.

“Are you okay?” Wilson asked with a voice as gentle as the morning breeze.

I smiled. He was obviously worried. “Sorry something is wedging my door”.

I concentrated hard and felt for the purple gas in me. I moved it a little then I could feel the essences again.

I quickly moved the earth and opened the door.

Their faces were not pleasing to the eyes.

“What happened?!” I exclaimed and cupped Valerie’s face in my hands.

“You wouldn’t stop crying” She laughed.

“Ah... sorry I didn’t think I’d cry the whole night”

“The whole night?” Wilson chortled, “You mean two nights!”

I blinked rapidly as what he said registered then I whispered, “No way….”

‘Then it’s been six days since I fought. Wait before that, today should be Tuesday. Wow, I missed four days’ worth of class. However, crying for two whole days. That should be in the Guinness book of records for the longest cry ever’

“We are already on the third day. Your mother is on the verge of collapsing” Wilson continued jokingly.

Wham

Valerie’s hand went into Wilson’s stomach, “Stop it” she grumbled.

Wilson grabbed his stomach and burst into laughter. She probably didn’t do much damage.

She turned to me and gave me a weak smile, “I am perfectly fine. What of you? Are you done crying? You look even worse than I do” She said and brought her right hand to my face.

My heart cried for this lady and I pulled her into a hug, ‘There’s no way I came to murder this family. They couldn’t have done anything wrong’

Valerie was surprised but returned the hug and gently patted my back. I withdrew and proceeded to hug Wilson who wildly patted my back too but with very little restraint. It hurt, to be honest.

I waved to them as they went to catch a few hours of sleep before they went to work. I sat on my bed and looked at the sky.

“I may have killed people” I began to speak softly, “but that doesn’t define me. I may not be a murderer or I may be. However, I refuse to kill myself over assumptions that has not been made clear to me yet”

I narrowed my eyes and spoke even more deeply, “From now own, my only proof is myself memories and actions. I refuse to concede to the words of others and destroy my sanity over mere words that people use to define me. I will accept my reaction and instincts, not deeming them right or wrong till I regain myself and either challenge my beliefs or accept them”

Almost like a pledge I raised my hand and placed it on my chest, “This is my resolve”

I stared viciously at the moon as though waiting for it to accept my words.

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It was finally December.

‘Time flies when all you do if workout and magical play’ I thought and then focused my full attention on the book in front of me. It was lunch break on a typical school day and less than half the class was here.

"What are you reading?" Lilian asked, bringing her face too close for comfort and disrupting my concentration.

I shifted in my seat then looked at her for a while before giving a calm smile, “As you can clearly see on the front of the book, it’s titled ‘Le Morte d’Arthur’. And I am reading it”

“Gosh, I know that ~, what the book is about?” she continued saucily.

I do not grasp this girl at all. First she’s jealous and now she goes almost every day to Jason’s classroom to flirt (A chapter of my life which I am happy is closed- Jason; not to be rude or anything just not interested). Now she comments on everything I do and sometimes takes it as far as to be all up in my face.

“Are you interested?” I said to her.

“What?” she asked as she cocked her head to the right.

“Are you in the slightest bit interested in this book?” I repeated.

“Well… if you tell me, I might be”, she said giving me a sly smile.

I seriously don’t understand. From what I have gotten with my interactions in the classroom and outside the classroom, I and she were best friends. WERE.

We had a fall out, when for the third time, the guy she liked fell for me, well Elizabeth so Go Elizabeth! She had promised to make Elizabeth pay and tried to rival Elizabeth in everything because of that and now that I have lost my memories she’s trying even harder to overthrow Elizabeth’s good image in the class. I now understood the face of pity she gave me at first. It meant ‘I don’t care if you don’t know me or not. I’ll still do what I have promised to do’

For the aspect of ruining my good image, I think I am doing a better job. Mistakenly cursing in front of my classmates; well I don’t make any effort to NOT curse anyways, kicking people in the behind or kneeing them when they gossip—for some reason, I hate gossip with all my heart. When I asked Maddie she said that my reaction was new because Elizabeth usually didn’t mind it even though she never did gossip.

So I concluded that the real me must hate people gossiping. I have been reported once for kicking a girl’s butt… but I digress. I have simply destroyed or I am in the process of destroying my goody too shoes innocent girl image.

Also I get more frequent images from Elizabeth’s memory and as expected I haven’t connected with any. I just accept them and use it if I need to.

I finally stopped staring at Lilian because she was starting to feel uncomfortable then I said, “Well, instead of telling you, how about you go read a summary or so of the book online, huh?”

Then I beamed and clapped my hands, “Or better yet, you could just buy the book for yourself instead of being so curious over here. Such a fascinating idea, don’t you think?”

Lilian looked at me dumbfounded for a second. “You’re being so rude, you know? I was just asking about it!” She recovered and snapped at me. Rolling her eyes she walked away satisfied.

A few in the classroom spared her a glance but the others were already used to the ‘cat fights’ so they ignored us.

“Ha-ha” Maddie chuckled as she brought her right hand from her seat in front of me and made a fist placing it in my line of sight. Did I mention her hand is pretty much healed?

I bumped fists with her, joining in the chuckle. Retracting my hand, I looked at my book was now closed.

I opened up the book as it had closed by mistake.

‘I was about the read about Arthur and Mordred’s battle and she cut me off; tch’ I scoffed inwardly.

“Your Majesty?!” rang out in my head.

“Wha—” I gasped startled and the book was released from my hand onto the desk.

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