"What would he wanna do with us?" I ask, crossing my arms. "And how come he's never come up before? What would his objective be?" I ask
"Merleah." I say after her, she stops.
"Don't go fighting any battles without me. Magic or not."
I can hear her small snicker before leaving. I sighed, and laid my head on the pillow. I'm so tired.
My eyes fall shut.
"Why do you hate so much stuff, foods, places, even people. The only thing I know you like is chocolate," Merleah said with a small grin. I didn't respond to that, I was left in my own thoughts. Upset. I was already bitter. Still am. At the time I hadn't realized how small we both were.
She had turned to the wall again where it cracked. Like a maniac she had began to punch it over and over again, not caring about her knuckles
"Stupid life, stupid me, stupid hera, stupid wall, stupid loki, stupid meaning less everything in my life, and stupid curse and liking for people," she said while she punched . Then did a kick at the wall and a few bricks fell in. Merleah started to pull and pull, but suddenly stopped thinking of something causing her checks to redden for a split second. Until this day, I don't know what she was thinking.
"Stupid Hera who had to choose me to kill people and stupid Hera for making me kill my parents and... Curse that I was ever born,
"You know everyone asks me why I'm so dark and its not because of powers at all. Its just me Merleah Danger Kane who is always strong and powerful, but no one knows of her dark past and all the people she killed and had fun doing,"
It sounded as if she was talking to herself, something I used to do. Still do, really. Just in the tone of muttering to mask it.
Then I came in, acting chilidish, "Hmm, Not bad Killing you foster parents. Anything else?"
She looks at me like I wasn't human or something. Which I fully respect "What?"
"Ooh, That's all. Well Not something to cry about." I said looking away board.
"You wouldn't understand."
Exactly, I wasn't even listening. That anger she felt, The feeling everything was stupid. Regret.
I knew it all, but I didn't even care to understand what she said my pride took over every part of my body.
Every word she said that day sunk into me somwhere I've kept it my mind. The first time we really talked.
It wasn't until the day on the train I had developed somewhat feelings for her. But the time in the cell, we were both getting over some drama we've spent in the past years.
I wake up, and held my head in pain. Why'd I remember that day...
Staring at the celling listening to the bugs squeal from the immense heat, I began to slightly hum the beginning of firework from the strong memory. Why was I remembering these things? The humming only lasted for a few seconds before I sat up, and brought myself up from the bed.
What was she talking about.
I close the door behind me, "Oi. Merleah. What battle!"
((I wasn't sure what to Pov, lol so Hope it's alright!))