Noelle sat in her room, eyes glued to the wall in an almost unseeing gaze. Her fingers picked on her skirt lightly as she shook as if cold. She was cold. Cold with a chilling fear of what is to come. He was trying to frame her for murder, his murder.
A murder she knew had never occurre, deep down, and one that was not her fault.
Her hands felt her cheeks that had been sliced open by someone's knife despite her not remembering any of it. She looked down at the mirror in her lap, the one that had survived everything, and was taken back slightly.
Who was this woman? Her eyes red from crying, her hair hanging messily around her face, sleeves torn. Noelle blinked, as did the woman. She sighed, long and heavy with emotion as she looked to the door, knowing her brother was not far.
Athena, Keanu, and Jocelyn. That is what she remembered first after it had gone all black at Dwight's.
He had invited her over for tea. She drank none because she had suspected it poisoned. Noelle sniffed slightly, she had just wanted to go home. She had just wanted to leave but they kept the door sealed. He said he wanted an apology so he could be friends with her brother again. So he could invite her to his wedding to a leech!
Was he so full of himself? To think keeping her hostage would make her like him again?
She thought of all the people on her side.
Athena.
Keanu.
Brayton.
So many more...
But how many on his side? How many sane? His bodyguard that had attacked her first for no reason, that had attacked Athena in their own safe haven, the Willow. Attacked Athena when she had tried to protect her, Noelle.
So many on her side, but how many crazies on his?
Noelle laid back and stared once more, now at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened after she was beat into darkness.
All she saw though were the concerned faces of the Mage, her brother, and her best friend. Their faces and the bloodied account book in her hand with the name 'Dwight Pendav' scrawled in it.
A murder she knew had never occurre, deep down, and one that was not her fault.
Her hands felt her cheeks that had been sliced open by someone's knife despite her not remembering any of it. She looked down at the mirror in her lap, the one that had survived everything, and was taken back slightly.
Who was this woman? Her eyes red from crying, her hair hanging messily around her face, sleeves torn. Noelle blinked, as did the woman. She sighed, long and heavy with emotion as she looked to the door, knowing her brother was not far.
Athena, Keanu, and Jocelyn. That is what she remembered first after it had gone all black at Dwight's.
He had invited her over for tea. She drank none because she had suspected it poisoned. Noelle sniffed slightly, she had just wanted to go home. She had just wanted to leave but they kept the door sealed. He said he wanted an apology so he could be friends with her brother again. So he could invite her to his wedding to a leech!
Was he so full of himself? To think keeping her hostage would make her like him again?
She thought of all the people on her side.
Athena.
Keanu.
Brayton.
So many more...
But how many on his side? How many sane? His bodyguard that had attacked her first for no reason, that had attacked Athena in their own safe haven, the Willow. Attacked Athena when she had tried to protect her, Noelle.
So many on her side, but how many crazies on his?
Noelle laid back and stared once more, now at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened after she was beat into darkness.
All she saw though were the concerned faces of the Mage, her brother, and her best friend. Their faces and the bloodied account book in her hand with the name 'Dwight Pendav' scrawled in it.
