Chapter 38: Door

"Murderer."

"MURDERER!"

"Murderer!"

The voices wouldn't stop tormenting me. I couldn't close my eyes or move.

Paralyzed and guilty that's what I was. I deserved it, the torment would never end.

Staring at the people with no legs just floating in space I had forgotten that I was in a library. I had forgotten that Clivent was counting on me.

How much time had passed?

"MONSTER!"

"Murderer!"

If I could unplug my ears I would've tried. If I could avert my eyes, I would've tried.

A broken record on repeat. This was my punishment.

Why did I deserve to be punished?

"Murderer!", "Murderer!", Murderer!" That's right, I killed all of these people.

"I'm sorry." Saying those two words. I wanted an escape. To be free from this torture after all I wasn't welcome.

Though I had my eyes open. I zoned out and let the voices just play on repeat.

I wanted my parents to come and save me. Savoring that thought I was ashamed of what I had become.

"Monster!"

"Murderer!"

I wouldn't want them to see what I had become.

I no longer longed for home, the safest place for my mind to land when I was in trouble.

My mind and body had Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. The only thought on my mind was getting out of this hell. A constant loop of torment and misguided mockery.

Looking at the souls of the many crowding around me. Now chanting in cheering the words of slander.

"I don't want to be here anymore. I hate it here."

Men and women of different races and species surrounded me. There were even dogs, cats, and rats in the mix or their ugly cousins. I didn't even want to raise my head in fear of the souls that were dwarfing the others in size.

I couldn't feel my body as I kept eye contact with a man with gaunt eyes. A one among the many.

"I don't want to feel anything." My realization coming to terms with the scenario.

"No more." Staring at strangers. I focused on the gaunt man's face and let my brain cloud over.

Nothing was better than this hell.

I let the feeling of being out of touch with my body take over.

Without a body, I couldn't exactly say I was free. I just felt a profound sense of insignificance, like I didn't belong here in this world nor would I ever. And that was enough, the cloud covering my mind had taken me away to a place I couldn't understand or comprehend but there was a familiarity like I had been here before.

At first, there was a calm. No longer could I be tormented by those spirits, were they even spirits? I don't care! whatever they were couldn't find me here. I was small and I'd only get smaller.

"Where is here?" Maybe I had just closed my eyes for too long after stopping the barrage of colors from invading my mind. Thinking this I had tried opening my eyes. I wanted to scream. I didn't have eyes. Then I fell into despair knowing I didn't have a mouth.

"Where am I?!" My thoughts couldn't be communicated with anyone or anything.

"Who am I!" The girl who was once Adena had become no one.

A soul floating nowhere in Nothing.

"Is it over? Am I dead? How long have I been here?" Thought that could no longer be put into words.

Sitting in the darkness devoid of the concept of light, color, and the living. She floated for an uncertain amount of time waiting for, waiting for what?

She had no life whatsoever to speak of. So, it waited for something to happen?

For anything to happen? I wish a door would open to experience more. It would jump at the chance to just experience anything.

Anything was better than Nothing. If only I had a door to escape.

In Nothing the space of null and inexistence, a space of absence and more void. The only other entity that could be had noticed the soul, a single fold that did not belong, and sent it on its way. It was not the first time Adonin had introduced Adena to the day.

He had thought of the place he had made to get away from Nothing's void, a world that stood alone.

A replica of the real world, he should have been the only one to call this place home. It was an endless dream a reality fake but real that acted following the real world, but it had an owner and observer. Where Adonin was God? A place that could be whatever he desired.

How could Adi get Adena away from a place she could not exist in without her body acting as an anchor to the real world?

He thought of the door he used when Adena was a child. She was no less than five when he invited her for the first tie to play.

Thinking hard Adi had reached a dead end.

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Adena had no vessel to be moved from here to there. As it was now, she was dying. Soon to be extinguished by a space that didn't allow existence.

In reality, the Dragon of the Cold Soul successfully claimed Adena's body and mind. She even relinquished her rights to her own life by mouth. Here she was meeting her end.

Why hadn't she yet met her end? Izocol was a Dravine who had no clue what he was getting into.

The boy contemplated what he would do to Izocol and an idea popped into his head with no other option to think of and no care as to what his actions would have entailed.

He swallows the dying soul without remorse.

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Chapter 38: Door (Part II)

"Morning Adena today onward as long as you're in my company I'm to be referred to as your Aunt."

“Aunt Paula” I replied, “Hope you're having a good day.”

She laughed eyes glued to the road. “You look beautiful today for a young lady, though I'd prefer wearing the Tracksuit from two days ago it was more my style.”

I looked down at my blue jeans like I had lost a good chance of sacrificing comfort for beauty. Paula had parked and I was getting nervous already.

"Paula, can I get transferred to another class I don't really like Ms.Domith?" I spoke the first thing that came to mind recalling the stop signs on the way here. I could've sworn they were supposed to be hexagons at least that's what I had read. Maybe they were just different from one another, when I went with Papa I saw octagon stop signs.

"Adena, I didn't think your fathers would have informed you of your new instructor. Have you met or talked with her by any chance before today?"

I didn't respond to Paula's question. The day was going so well I didn't want to ruin it with one of my stupid delusions. Keeping my silence I let Paula do all the talking and looked around my skin crawled looking at the school's logo hanging above the building. A green tortoise walking on a book, was off-putting because I couldn't recall ever disliking turtles.

An image of Papa slapping me upside my head popped side in my mind and I decided that I would play the fool for the rest of the day.

After having a conversation with Mr. Conrad, the principal for about twenty minutes he walked me and Paula to my locker then I was escorted to my first class which was math.

I ignored the sense of Deja Vu and impending doom looking down at the marble tiles on the floor.

"This happens often Adena there's no need to worry." I had almost lost my balance a boy in a black shirt and blue jeans walked in front of me. There was a skull on his shirt that gave me the creeps. Something about his brown hair buzzcut seemed like a movie reference.

"Well, it's September maybe he was one of those people obsessed with Halloween," I mumbled to myself.

"David! Watch where you're going before you earn yourself another trip to detention!" Mr.Conrad spoke causing the guy to scurry off.

Looking at David's back for just a second I thought I saw a red string wrapped around his ear and I got ready to run for my life.

Blinking again I saw nothing but a few specks of Dark Matter that didn't belong.

"Dark Matter?" I said aloud causing Paula to look at me as we walked.

This entire school felt familiar and that's what was making my skin crawl. When did e\I even start using "Dark Matter" to describe specks?

"Okay, Adena think of your happy place. You're not about to live out a waking nightmare."

Trying to think of my bedroom door to make sure I had exited it this morning and wasn't just dreaming of a make-believe high school. It wouldn't be my first time thinking I had experienced something or knew someone. When in fact it was just my imagination.

As we three arrived at the door to AP Calculus.

I thought I heard someone chanting and I immediately told Paula to take me back home.

"But-" She spoke, and I glared at her by mistake.

There was no way I was going into that room or staying in this dang Deathtrap. Why did I even want to come here in the first place?

"You dumb stupid little bitch." That was all that came to mind and I was angered by those those words. I would never say that to anyone, especially not to myself.

"Take me home Paula," I spoke in a solemn tone trying to mimic my father. I wasn't taking any chances. If something felt wrong, it probably was wrong.

She didn't say anything about me not addressing her as my aunt and soon we were off.

Only did she ask me to call my Parents and talk about it.

Grabbing gently and closing my eyes. I told her to keep walking.

I was a bit shaky, and my actions may have been seen as weird.

Whoo Care's" Not me I was too busy praying I wouldn't see those red threads from my nightmares again.

Thinking about a book on Greek mythology for just a second. I told her to "keep it pushing" until we were safely back in the car.

The term was used by Papa so much when he didn't want to hear from me again.

Opening the car door. Paula asked, "If something was wrong."

"Everything was wrong," I responded.

The only reason why I even wanted to go to school was to prove that wretched woman wrong. What was even weirder I still couldn't recall me telling Father about school.

"It had to be Adi."

"Oh, they finally told you about your brother," Paula replied while I was talking to myself.

"My brother?" I asked.

"Oh nothing," she said making it seem like she hadn't spoken at all.

"I have a Brother?" I'm so stupid it had been a little over an hour and I had completely forgotten about the talk I had with Papa and Father.

"You in on the charade?" She stopped the used car Father had bought her for the occasion and showed me a picture on her phone.

There they all were a little dark-skinned pint-sized child with striking resemblances to my parents. The picture made me a little jealous.

He was in the photo with seven other people. Two people I had never even met and three who I knew but wasn't that close with. The other two were my parents. Adonin had made friends with Father's assistants.

"He's something that one," Paula said having a little laugh after driving off once again back to the estate. I sat in silence devastated by the news. Everyone knew about him except me.

I had forgotten about him in two hours, could you blame me the story they told me was unbelievable. Just for a second, I thought there was more to remember about the boy.

"He must not have been that important," I said letting jealousy momentarily get the best of me. So I sat in my sour mood until we got back home laying my head down on the backseat.