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Ch.7

Opening my eyes, I took in my surroundings. I put a hand on my forehead and blinked my eyes several times. My eyes flew open when I replayed the events that happened yesterday. I quickly sat up straight but regretted it when my head started to hurt.

I pulled the blanket off of me and stood up. Looking at my room, I wondered, how did I get here? I am quite sure that last night wasn't a dream but if it wasn't, then why am I here and not outside?

I sighed, shaking my head. I'm officially crazy. I went to the bathroom, stared at myself in the mirror, and noticed a change. My eyes have a few streaks of blue in them. I got closer to the mirror and gasped, my violet eyes were even brighter than before.

I touched my eyelids then lowered my hand. When did my eyes change color? Moreover, how did my eyes change color? I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. "You're a freak." Her words were not forgotten. April. Every time I think of her, bad memories play in my mind.

I did all the necessities in the bathroom then got out. I put on a grey button up shirt and a pair of skinny black jeans. Walking to the window, I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. Everything is so messed up. I don't even know if what I'm seeing is a dream or if it's reality.

I looked outside the window and crossed my arms. I am sure what I saw yesterday was true but how can I explain the wings and the human shaped figures? If I tell anyone this then they would think that I'm crazy. I heard the door creak open making me turn around to see who it was.

"Hey." It was Giovanni and Bryson.

"Hi." I murmured back then looked outside the window. I heard them both sigh. Their footsteps echoed through the room as they made their way towards me. Don't look at them in the eye! I ordered myself and kept my eyes focused on the beautiful flying birds.

"V," Bryson murmured, trying to put a hand on my shoulder but I took a step back. I wanted to make them feel guilty so they would tell me what's happening with them. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a very disappointed Bryson.

"School is going to start soon Violet." Giovanni said softly. His voice was so smooth and velvety. I gasped in shock when Giovanni's lips brushed my ear. "I know you want to find out about what happened yesterday but... I'll tell you when the time is right." He ended, making tingles rush down my spine.

I did what I didn't want to do and looked in his eyes. Giovanni's eyes captivated me. His eyes held so much care, making me melt in them. I finally looked away then nodded. I couldn't deny that I was shocked. I never backed down but seeing Giovanni's pleading eyes made me give in to him.

"Okay." I said then started walking. Part of me was mad, but another part was telling me to give them time. One part of my brain was telling me, 'Why are you acting like this? The Violet I know is a tough girl!' while another one said, 'I know they have a reason Violet, give them some time and they'll tell you what's happening themselves'.

To be honest, I don't know which voice I should follow. It's like I'm having a continuous struggle in my head. I put my hands in my pockets and continued walking, ignoring the footsteps behind me. I accidently bumped into someone.

"Sorry, I wasn't-" I stopped mid-sentenced when I saw who it was, Him ! That devil, Eros . His eyes were still cold and hard but I thought I saw a flicker of fire in them. When I realized I was staring, I looked down and swallowed. "Sorry for that." I expected him to at least nod but all he did was walk past me as if I was nothing.

I frowned but continued walking. The dude is really getting on my nerves. I just wanted one good reason that explained his attitude. As I entered the school building, I heard whispering. All the students were looking at me like I was an alien.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around, looking at Bryson and Giovanni with an expression that said 'what the hell?' Giovanni chuckled and leaned closer.

"Ignore them." He whispered, tickling my ear with his hot breath. I nodded and continued walking but not without stealing a glance of Bryson. I rolled my eyes as I walked; he was checking out girls. Typical guy. The whispering grew louder To where I was actually able to hear what they were saying.

'It's her.'

'There she is.'

'She's so lucky.'

'She isn't fit to be a princess.'

I stopped walking when I heard that. She isn't fit to be a princess? The hall grew silent as I stared at the person who said that. Well, the girl who said that. She had short, brown curly hair and dark green eyes. I took a few steps in her direction then stopped when we were face to face. She looked scared.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned. The girl's eyes turned from scared to alarm. I saw her look at something behind me and swallow.

"N-Nothing, I was j-just thinking about something a-and the word slipped out." She stuttered. I took a step back and saw her look to her right. She quickly dashed out of the hall, holding her book.

I looked at Giovanni and Bryson to see them looking, well glaring, at the spot where the girl was. Those two definitely have some issues. I walked to my class and guess what? My first period was English literature. If I was at my old school then I would of have rolled my eyes and skipped the session but in this school, it was actually the opposite.

I'm very interested in English literature now. I don't know why but I think it's because what I'm taking is new. From a long time, myths were my interest. I think I got it from my dad. I clenched my fists when I remembered his smile and how he always told me 'goodnight princess'.

My dad was very interested in mythical stuff. The library that he had was full of supernatural stories. Both my parents always told me that I was a princess. I would always jump and cheer when they told me that.

I stared at my dad who was going through books. I was hiding behind the wall with a secret smile on my face. I giggled lowly when I thought of jumping on him. I put my hand on my mouth to keep silent. I hope daddy didn't hear me.

My daddy put the book on the shelf and took another one. I never really did understand his undying love for myths, witches actually. I slowly tiptoed on my way but quickly hid behind the desk when my dad turned around.

After a few seconds, I looked at the room and saw that dad wasn't there. I frowned and stood up searching the room once again. I crossed my hands and pouted when I didn't see him. Where did daddy go?

"Found you!" I let out a small scream when I was suddenly lifted up in the air. I giggled loudly when I realized that it was daddy. His light laughter filled the room as he twirled me around.

"Daddy! Put me down!" I giggled. I squealed when daddy started tickling me. I squirmed in his grasp, trying to get out but it was no use. We heard a chuckle coming from the door. Daddy stopped tickling me and looked at the person who was at the door. My Mommy's soft grey eyes met mine.

"Mommy! Help me!" I screamed wiggling myself. Mommy laughed out loud, throwing her head back then looked at daddy with a glint in her eyes.

"Are you trying to kill our daughter, Louis?" She teased, taking a few steps in our direction till she stood in front of us.

"You know I would never do that, honey bean." Daddy murmured, pecking mommy on the lips.

"Eww, cooties!" I whined.

I tried so hard not to kill someone to show the anger and frustration I was feeling. The truth is, I always cried alone, no one was there, not even my Aunt. I think showing a person my real emotions will practically be impossible.