The Last Day [CLOSED]

Magic's eyes flung up as he woke up in a sweat. A nightmare? Shit.. He couldn't remember it at all.. any panic that it may have caused left with the fleeting memories of the nightmare.. He turned over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. It was still pretty dark outside, and in the room, what time was it? He pressed the button to power on his phone, the bright light made him flinch a little bit, but it only took a second for his eyes to adjust. 4:12am huh? It made sense seeing how he went to sleep kind of early.

The boy pushed the bed's covers off of him, and stood up. For a second he forgot he was shirtless.. But he didn't really want to bother with that at the moment. He woke sometime in the middle of his sleeping and took it off. Hopefully he didn't bother Lamia with that.. It was dark in the room at the moment, and he couldn't see if the girl was in the bed or not. All he knew is that he needed some fresh air.

The winter student stretched a little bit before silently making his way to the balcony. The moonlight shown a brightly above even though it wasn't even a full moon. Though it was drowned out by the cities lights and what not. Thats when he noticed the small figure of Lamia curled up against the wall of the balcony. A small frown crossed his features. Why did she fall asleep out here? Carefully the sound man walked over to Lamia, and picked the girl up. He held her in a bridal style kind of way, making sure he didn't shake the girl when he walked he moved back inside, and place her on her bed. He placed a blanket and walked back out the balcony.

He looked out at the city. All of its bright lights.. Ugh he was feeling a bit numb.. The headache was still there and the nightmare didn't help even if he couldn't recall it.. He rubbed the top of his head a little bit before bring it back down to rest on the railing like the other one. Why was he craving that now? It had been so long.. a year and a half to be exact.. He never liked the things, but they were slightly relieving.. He let a muffled sigh. Should he? Should he not? How would Lamia feel if she noticed? She wasn't likely to wake up at the moment if he did.. It would be just one.. why did he feel so guilty about it?

Another sigh.. The winter boy walked back inside, muffling any sounds he made with his power. He found his bag that was sitting in a chair. He took a glance at the clock on his phone 4:18am.. He still had a while.. Mason opened his bag, and searched through it silencing any sound it made. Finally he found it.. carefully he slipped the dreadful carton out, and grabbed the lighter he had in the front of his bag. He picked this stuff up when he was dragged away for a while.. He was going to throw it away before they left this evening.. He shouldn't even have got it.. He knew it would have tempted him.. And now here he was doing the thing he hated seeing other people do..

Walked back out to the balcony and closed the door silently so that way none of the smell would escape to the inside. He pulled out one of the cigarettes and placed it in his mouth. With the lighter in hand he lit the deadly thing, inhaling, then removing the thing then letting the smoke out. He was thankful for the wind pushing the smoke away from him, and the area. He kept repeating the process for a couple minutes before the cigarette was done. He closed the carton of cigarettes, and walked back inside. He placed the things back into his bag, carefully hiding them under some other things, then sealing his bag from there he went to the bathroom to take care of the smell that lingered with him.

She just kept working throughout the night, forcing her eyes to stay open. There were a few times she had gone back inside to get a drink or snack, but that never lasted long. It made her body stiff and her legs fell asleep, numb from sitting in one place for so long. And she kept going at it, her fingers working delicately and carefully. The letters were carved out properly so far, and she was somewhat satisfied. Her work was rather poor, with how her hands kept shaking and the name looked like it was scrawled out, quivering and not as straight as she had happened. This was her decision... and she sort of regretted the idea of putting both names onto the pendant, but Lamia wasn't really sure what else she could do. It was risky to just put one down, and if she had made the wrong choice.

A small yawn escaped her and she wasn't sure how much time had passed this time. Was it a few hours already? Morning would be coming soon, then. She needed to finish this, it couldn't be half-complete. But she shouldn't stay outside too much longer; it wouldn't be fair to have Magic see her with a cold again. Her injured arm was on top of the armrest, and she winced a few times. She still couldn't heal it yet. With this injury, she'd just be a liability. He didn't have to know it almost broke itself again.

The night was starting to fade away, the moon barely a sliver in the sky.

Goddammit, she needed to hurry up. She knew each and every line here, each detail, all the instructions that went to making these. It was her own creation, following old traditions and habits, and everything in it had its own place. She knew it was there and without a second thought, she took it out, her bag half-opened like it normally was. The family heirloom. Supposedly passed down to every daughter as a token of when they felt the most detached from the family and needed to know that there was always someone there for them.

How fucking cliche. Nobody had to really care about her. Not at all. That's what she had convinced herself of. Anyone would stop caring if they knew the truth, no matter what she did now. That was fine, though. All she had to do was smile. Don't act broken. Don't express herself properly. Follow what everyone else said. And keep smiling like she was happy with her life. That was all there was to it.

2:37 AM.

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3:49 AM.

It was finally finished. Lamia cast a glance behind her, the corners of her mouth twitching into a tiny smile. He was still asleep... and had those nightmares. Did he normally have them? Or was she the only one? For a few moments, she thought about going to wake him up, to snap him out of it. But if it was a violent dream, it would be best to not do anything. If he woke up and saw that he hurt her, she was sure he would try and leave again. And she didn't want anyone worrying about her.

There was only a few moments left and without wishing to, a blanket of black flung itself over her and knocked her to sleep. That was the second time this vacation where she couldn't stay awake from lack of rest. And both pendants stayed clutched between her fingers, on top of each other, clicking softly when they made contact.

There was darkness.

And screams, so many painful screams. It took her a few good moments to realize she had been screaming as well. Her body convulsed in pain, her throat burnt as the screech was ripped out of her. Something, just something she absorbed. And no, this wasn't good - everything else seemed to drain out of her. She couldn't afford this... she'd be killed, ripped off into pieces, and it would always end the same way. She could just watch it happen before her eyes, unable to do a thing or lift a finger to stop it.

Then a bright light. Something inside her exploded, and she drew blood. The pain was unbearable, like something was tearing her up from inside and burning from the outside. What little power she still had left slipped away, and suddenly, everything around became clear. Red splattered the walls, and the floors. The pain had stopped, but everything was spinning so fast, and she couldn't even muster the courage to look up, let alone pull herself to stand up. Two bodies lay in front of her, cuts and slices covering their skin as blood poured out. Features wrinkled and a skeleton visible, stringy hair covered their faces. Bruised, cut, filled with utter complete corruption.

There were hazy voices, screaming and calling her, and everything seemed to crush her. Drawing her arms close, she swallowed the pain lacing through her. It felt like something was pelting her, stones bouncing off and hitting her, leaving only swells and marks. The name echoed through her mind, and her whole existence froze. Pitch black, that was all it was.

The voices wouldn't shut up. Something about her had been wrong this entire time. This power... whatever it was. It didn't matter.

She killed.

She murdered in cold-blood.

She stole someone else's life.

There was a sharp in-take of air, only for it to get hitched in her throat. Numbness. She couldn't move. She just could only listen... listen to those insults and take them. She couldn't tell them to shut up. She couldn't do a thing about it. Because she completely deserved it. But it terrified her of what could happen next. Of what she would wind up doing.

Monster? That was a compliment.

Words, muffled, mumbled words. It was all she could do. They were incoherent, nothing that could be deciphered, her heart racing as small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Heavy, uncontrolled breathing. Hyperventilating. Stupid nightmares that continued to plague someone's mind. Nothing she could stop. Shutupshutupshutupshutup... Her eyes were clenched shut and she couldn't open them. Why couldn't she end her own fucking dreams--- no, they were real. Relapsing when she fell asleep. A past she couldn't actually escape.

"S-someone pl-pl-please st-stop it..."

Magic just had come out from the bathroom still only in pants, when he heard Lamia say something in her sleep. His hair was still slightly wet, from being in the shower, but it would only take a few minutes to fully dry. He froze with a towel in his hand when he heard Lamia speak. He looked over to the girl to see she was having a nightmare. Should he do something? He dropped the towel and quickly walked over to the girl.

He sat down on the bed not really caring he was shirtless at the moment, and placed a hand on the girls shoulder. He shook her slightly and spoke loud enough for her to be able to hear. Lamia.. Lamia wake up." He said with some slight concern. He couldn't really stand it to see her suffering like this. "Please wake up." He said to her, hoping she would.

A dim voice. She wasn't sure if someone was actually talking to her or if it was just her imagination. It could just be a part of her dream... the words were too hard to make out, they weren't clear enough. All she could hear were those voices that kept echoing through her head, that wouldn't cease or stop no matter how much she tried to tell them to. Why couldn't she escape it? It was years ago, something that happened so long ago. Why was it so hard to run from? Did fate believe this was the punishment she deserved? Even then, it terrified her so much.

Another bright light, and her body arched; she could barely recognize her own voice when she screamed. It was raw, and she felt like something inside her wanted to crawl out, skinning her alive in the process. Everything was burning, scorching hot, and pain was stabbing her on every inch of her body, and she couldn't remember ever being in pain like this before. Tears came unbidden, prickling her eyes, until she stopped shuddering shuddering and she forced herself to snap her head up and see the consequence.

Bodies laid out in pools of blood, distorted beyond recognition. They were contorted, missing limbs, some with marks that dug deep into the flesh and ripped something out of them. Empty. Dead. Broken. Destroyed. She couldn't move, couldn't close her eyes, like her whole being had been petrified, forcing her to keep staring. To keep watching what she could do. There was a scream. And two more followed, ringing in her mind.

Her family...

No. She never hurt them, not like that. It wasn't on purpose. None of it was. Shut up... shut up... She wouldn't kill them. No, just shut up. Her breath was hitched in her throat, and there were more screams. More people just closing in and following her, not letting her escape. There wasn't any indication that she was in pain, and the corpses only looked up at her with determination. No... stop it. They're dead. There wasn't any way this was possible. She finally realized something was very wrong.

"Adeline, you know what you've caused, don't you?"

Yes.

"You aren't the only ones who can use these powers."

No, she wasn't.

Her brother could. Why couldn't he just kill her already? "It wouldn't be any fun if you died without punishment."

Shutupshutupshutupshutup...

"Deal with it. Or are you so sinful that you're also weakhearted? What a failure."

The shock that statement brought her made something in her chest clench, and she gasped, tentative and scared. Denial welled up, because it couldn't be - there was no way Kearn would - and the words wouldn't leave her. Grief and fury filled her, and then everything was a blazing pain. Everything seemed to clash and collide, fighting for dominance, sparks of pain lacing through her whole being. Not knowing what it was, she reached out to wrap her fingers around her brother's wrist, letting her sadness and anger fuel the lust for strength, to make it all shut up, to make them pay---

No. Wait, no... That wasn't what she wanted... Without realizing it, she had killed him as well. Why the hell...? What the hell...? This wasn't fair...

"Lamia... you fucking MONSTER."

"Sh-sh-shut up!"

Her eyes shot open, and everything felt heavy, as though something was wrapping itself around her and preventing her from breathing. Breaths shallow and faint, nothing seemed normal. It was faint, but she felt someone's hand on her shoulder, and numbly she turned to see who it was, half-expecting to see her brother. Blue, lifeless, dull, and filled with unfathomable despair. She was still trembling, and she turned her hands over. The after-image of blood staining them was still so clear, so real. She was still a murderer... the necklaces were tucked between her palms and she thought they were crumbled, broken beyond repair, as her fingers uncurled and revealed them. They weren't.

Lamia shook her head, biting her lip. She failed... she wasn't able to do anything there. Her brother's voice still rang through her head, never escaping. Shifting to a sitting position, her eyes stayed locked onto the charms, scared to look away. Softly, she forced herself to smile and laugh, "I-I'm s-s-sorry... D-Did I wake y-you up?" Slowly, she edged away from Magic. He shouldn't touch her, not now. She didn't want to hurt him either. "I-It w-w-was just a b-bad dream... Y-y-you don't h-have to... w-worry about me."

Magic shook his head finally relieved that she was awake. "No you didn't wake me. I was already up.. just got out of the shower as a matter of fact.." He explained. He noticed that she started edging away from him. "Lamia, I'm going to worry about you no matter what you say or do." Honestly he was kind of glad she was sleeping the whole time, and didn't wake up to discover him smoking on the balcony.

He turned his head away from the girl and coughed a little bit. Damn it.. of course that had to happen. But instead of looking worried about where it came from he ignored it mostly. He knew where it came from. He leaned up against the head board of the wall. "What's been going on Lamia? I have never seen anyone have a bad dream of that caliber.." He asked, the girl there is still more he wanted to ask, but it was best to start small for now.

Lamia shifted uncomfortably in her place. She wasn't expecting him to ask her about anything. Her eyes stayed glued onto the pendants in her hand, which she was slightly relieved he hadn't noticed. When he coughed, she moved her head up a bit before averting her eyes. "A-a-are you alright...?" She was desperate to change the subject. What was this all about, anyway? He didn't ever ask her about before, and it wasn't very easy to see through her. For the most part, she avoided letting anyone know and Magic wasn't an exception. Was this another game that he wanted to play? It wasn't hurting anybody that they didn't know a thing about her... it was better if they didn't. Fuck this. It didn't matter anyways; her life never did.

She had a queasy smile on her face, and she repeated, "I-It w-w-was just a b-bad dream..." Her arms wrapped themselves around her, the necklaces dangling with a small glint, and she didn't dare try to look him in the eye. A wave of explanations and answers came to her, but they were sold at too high a price to pay. "N-n-nothing's wrong... I-I pr-promise." He wasn't going to find out. "Y-y-you s-said you tr-trusted me."

Magic quickly shook his head. "I'm fine. J-just something got caught in my throat.." He quickly lied. Then she had to bring up the trust thing.. and he let out a sigh. "And I do trust you.. but it's hard for me to believe something is alright when I have been noticing small things over this past while.. I-I mean.. You even moved away from my hand on shoulder.. it's not like I was going to keep it there forever.. just wanted you to wake up.. But anytime I touch you even if it's slightly or accidental you flinch.. I just feel like you haven't been truthful to me.. Well.. not exactly that.. but I feel like you have been hiding something from me.." He stood from the bed and faced away from the girl a little bit. He was never good with this kinds of things. He probably shouldn't even say anything.. He was probably just digging himself into a hole..

He let out a shaky sigh. "Look.. I care about you I really do.. You probably don't believe me like most other things I say... but I can't help but be concerned..." What was he to do.. Neither of them bothered to look at each other at the moment.. All he was probably doing was making her mad.. Another sigh.. Then he spoke up in a soft voice.. "S-sorry.."

"L-l-liar... Y-you don't n-n-normally st-stutter," Her voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed in the hollow stillness of the room. "Wh-wh-why were you u-up b-before me?" Those were the only words she was really sure on saying, and they were the only ones that managed to pass her lips and not get stuck in her throat. Lamia didn't want to know the answer, but she couldn't help but ask. What, was she that useless that he didn't think she'd be able to tell? Everything could stay normal her, and still feel normal. Why did he want to ask about it? Nobody bothered before and if they did, they were fine with whatever answer she gave. She wanted to know why he bothered, just for a heartbeat, but when he told her that... that he cared for her, she immediately felt a creeping anxiety send a chill to the back of her neck.

She was always a lonely figure, sitting in a corner and practically invisible. No one wanted to notice her, and if they did, they would pretend they never saw her or forget that she existed. But to hear that somebody actually wanted to listen to her talk or be concerned? That was unbelievable. There was no way it was possible. Taking a deep breath, she muttered, "I-I j-j-just don't f-feel comfortable b-b-being close to s-someone." Well, it was partially true. The bigger reason was something on an entirely different scale. "I-I t-t-told you th-that I'm fine... Y-you d-don't have to w-worry." Lamia wanted to cry, her eyes stinging with tears that wouldn't come up. Her very existence was gripped with inexplicable fear. The fear of hoping.

If he really did care about her or not... No, he's not being serious... He couldn't be. Was fate trying to convince her to take the bait? Were those higher powers up there trying to have her take on a life that wouldn't ever be meant for her? She couldn't - wouldn't - forgive that. It was so unfair.

He told the truth about being up. "I told you.. I was already up. I always wake up early if I go to sleep early that's how it works for me. I trust you, and I told you the truth based on that trust.. but... it seems like you don't trust.. me.. even your voice gives it away.. and uhh.. your.. nothing nevermind.." Magic said to the girl walked away to the far side of the room. He completely forgot about being shirtless. Welp.. He wasn't too bothered with the fact. He glanced over to his bag. He knew he shouldn't have done it. Even if he didn't have to worry he was going to no matter what.. and that was that..

He missed her point. What the hell? "I-I kn-kn-know you were... Wh-why though?" She wanted to turn bury her face into the pillow, but she couldn't move her head away. It was stuck, frozen solid like stone. She tried to search his words for any secret meaning behind them - anything that told her that he was just lying. Was this all just some trick, her imagination? Was it because he didn't actually trust her? "Y-y-you're never u-up th-this early... Y-you went t-to sleep a-at almost th-the same t-time as the d-day before." Lamia knew it was a bad idea to mention this, but... Oh. Fuck. Crap... Crap... He'd know she stayed up all the time. Trying to fix her words, she quickly stammered out, "I-I-I mean... a-at l-least I th-think so." God, she really sucked at lying. How she managed to hide behind a mask was something she wouldn't be able to explain here.

"H-huh...?" He had walked to the other side of the room without giving her an actual answer. Lamia didn't really care, but, that was a bit... sudden. Awkwardly, her fingers unraveled themselves before clenching the pendants again. It was only subconsciously... she was desperate for some kind of comfort at the moment, but she didn't want to say anything. That was when she felt a wet trickle fall down her check. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes before finally glancing over at him. Her chest tightened with something and she swallowed it. No. She would never say anything - she couldn't deny that it existed, but for someone to find out was unspeakable. She didn't want to hope, to have someone finally understand her, only for them to be snatched away. Lamia would rather go completely insane if that happened again.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry... It's r-really nothing... uhm... I-I j-just... S-s-sorry, never mind..."

He couldn't hear it anymore when he moved away from her.. God he had never heard anything like it... Why did he have the hear something like that? He was standing kind of close to her.. He could easily tell she was lying.. even if she kept her tone steady he would be able to tell.. And no he didn't go to sleep about the same time. Yesterday was almost two hours later.. He knew the girl was staying up late. It was kind of hard to miss. Seeing how he just found her on the balcony asleep. "I know you stayed up late. It was kind of easy to figure out, seeing how I found you on the balcony not to long ago." He said.

He was really tempted to take his bag, and peace out of the room for a while. He was just making things worse. Maybe he shouldn't take his bag it would only make him want to smoke more.. If he did it then it would just mess up his strength and his endurance. Maybe he should just go for a drink instead? He sighed.. Neither of those would help at the moment. "If it's really nothing, then why are you apologizing?" He asked. He just wanted to know... he trusted her, why couldn't she trust him?

There was almost a hint of indignation in her voice when she spoke, and Lamia wasn't sure why, "Th-th-that was j-just today... I-I was w-w-working on s-something." She brought her hands to her chest, looking away from him as her eyes refocused onto the bed sheets. Pure white... completely stained by red. Goddammit... stop it, stop it, stop. If she showed any signs of being uncomfortable now, he'd completely see through her lie. Her lips thinned, and she wasn't sure what to do. You screwed up badly - that's what you did. That was the truth and she wasn't going to argue back on it. The pendants clacked together, shifting in their positions between her hands. He never noticed them too... thank goodness.

Why was she apologizing? That was obvious - he should have known that. This entire nightmare really was nothing and it was completely normal; it was something that kept happening and won't go away, and she didn't really care if it came back. Recurring nightmares were nothing compared to the real thing. And that's why Lamia didn't want to say anything. They didn't have to know. "F-for w-w-worrying about me f-for nothing... I-I d-didn't mean for this..." Shaking her head, her shoulders drew closer and she took a deep breath. She just had to control herself for now and then Magic would realize there was nothing to be concerned about. Absolutely nothing.

Except he wouldn't realize there was 'nothing' to be concerned about. He knew she was hiding something and he most likely wouldn't let it go. "Fine." He said in a bitter tone clearly unhappy about all of this.. And as for her lies, it was easy for him to see through him. Especially after that thing he heard.. He guessed they were bother liars then huh? Except here he felt like what she was keeping from him was so much more.. Not just a simple lie about smoking or not.. He let out another sigh.. He bite his lip to hold back some words he wanted to express at this moment in time. He was always going to worry about her.. no matter what..

The winter student looked over to his stuff next to his bed, and then back to his bag sitting in the chair. Maybe he should leave.. maybe it would be good for the both of them. But at the same time Lamia would most likely end up getting lost or something.. shit.. why did he have to keep thinking of her at a time like this? Why couldn't he go back to being selfish for once? Why did she not care for herself? Why couldn't she just tell the truth? He really wanted to break something at the moment, but he knew that wouldn't help anything at this point in time. "Get some sleep.." He said to her. He was already as rested as he was going to be.

He probably hated her for all of this.

That was the only conclusion she could come up with, after everything she'd done. She had been selfish and didn't try and regard his feelings properly, dismissing them as delusions and unwilling to talk about herself. Lamia wanted to tell herself that she had good reason to, honestly, but she couldn't fight that. Forcing the nerve to, her blue eyes looked up at him, and slowly, she saw it. The constant glances to everything that would be necessary or needed if he wanted to leave. It was a sad feeling, something along the lines of feeling abandoned and betrayed, and her heart started to race, a tinge of nervousness floating through her. Swallowing whatever anxiety or fear in her, ignoring that flutter in her chest, Lamia clenched her eyes closed to focus only on letting the words spill out. "I-I-If you want to l-leave, go a-ahead... I-I'll be f-f-fine." No, you won't, was the sentence her mind told her. Of course she wouldn't be... but if he wanted to, she didn't want to stop him. That would be unfair and inconsiderate.

Her eyes lingered back onto her hands and what was stuck between them. Maybe it was a bad idea to work on these after all... Because god, who cared about what she made or did for everyone else? The world was cruel and didn't like her. Yet, she was still willing to protect it and watch them be happy, no matter how unfair it was. She was fine with suffering and paying the consequences of everyone else's pain. Perhaps it was because of... that, but she didn't mind. The only reason she lived was to watch the world flow gently and peacefully as she watched in the shadows. As for his suggestion? Going to sleep? God no. If she had to go through that one more time in the same night... "I-I don't n-need the rest. I-I-I'll j-just go r-read or s-s-something on th-th-the... uhm... balcony."

Lamia didn't move yet. She was scared to hear his answer, but... there was that small, itching feeling that she should find out. If he wanted to still talk to her after all of this.

You're such a fucking idiot.

"Bullshit." The words came out of his mouth after he heard what she said about not needing rest. "We both know you need sleep. I noticed how tired you were yesterday. You are just to afraid to have a bad dream again, even after you told me it was nothing.. If it was really nothing then go back to sleep." Mason said. He didn't bother to say what would happen if it was something.. He was tired of being lied to.. The boy sighed..

He glanced at his bag once again.. what to do? Should he leave? It would probably only make things worse... This fuckin sucked.. All he wanted was some answers... but she seemed unwilling to give.. He pondered what he should do.. leave and go smoke? Leave and go drink? Or just leave? God he wished he knew what to do in this kind of sitation besides making it worse. He really was useless.. Couldnt even help his friend..