BELLA
I was in total darkness, roaming through it, looking for the light, for a chance to break through, to find my way out, but I couldn’t. I felt my body moving, but my eyes were shut. The only thing I knew was the intense rage I felt at the world for keeping me bottled up. For years, I had wished to be let out from the confines to show the world who I was, but I was kept down, tied, and unable to move and use my powers.
At that moment, with the darkness swirling around me and enveloping me, making me one with it, I wanted to let go, to merge myself with the rage, to become one with it and to let the feeling wrap around me.
However, the thoughts of my babies’ smiles as I held them, the whispers of my mates’ voices as they told me how much they loved me, the smirk that was always on Chris’s face when she had something up her sleeves and the embarrassed smile Devon always sent my way, forced me to snap my eyes open…
For a moment, my thoughts were disoriented. I didn’t know where I was. The first thing I felt with a sharp pain in my skull. It was as if someone were trying to rip it open with a hammer.
Panting, I looked up at the familiar ceiling, at the chandelier hanging from it. Without being told by anyone, I knew I was back at the palace, in my room.
But that wasn’t supposed to be. The last time I was awake, I could clearly recall I was in the garden with Devon as he tried to get me to merge my powers.
How did I end up in bed? Puzzled, I tried to rise, only to wince from pain as I fell back on the bed. I tried once more, with the results being the same. On the fifth try, I was able to get it.
Sitting up, I looked around, expecting to see my mates, but the room was empty. There was no sign of them. The curtains were drawn, so I couldn’t tell what time it was, and I didn’t have the energy to rise from the bed and walk over to it.
Whatever happened while I was unconscious because I believed that was it, must be something if my entire body felt like it just survived getting crushed by a train.
I looked towards the door, mustering the strength to call out to Chris who loved standing by the door most of the time when the door opened and Devon walked in.
The minute he saw me sitting up on the bed, he stilled, looking at me with fear. His face paled the longer we kept our gaze as his hair suddenly turned grey.
“Devon?” I called out to him, frowning as I wondered what was wrong with him and why he was looking at me as if I would jump down from the bed and attack him. “Are you alright?”
“Bella?” His voice was unsure as he stared hard at me. He didn’t take a step towards me like I thought he would, didn’t close the distance between us. He stood in the same spot, watching me like he was waiting for something.
“Why do you make it seem like you just saw a ghost?” I frowned at him, wondering what was wrong with him. “Are you okay? Is everything alright with you? Don’t tell me you hit your head on a wall and forgot all about me?” I glared hard at him.
“It’s not that.” He shook his head as he walked towards me. However, at the last minute, he strode over to my dressing table. Placing the box he came in with on the table, he turned the mirror until it faced me. “See for yourself.”
The second my eyes locked with mine in the mirror, I froze. My eyes were as black as the night. It was as if someone smeared black paint on them.
“What’s wrong with me?!” I placed my hands on my cheeks, pinching myself hard to be certain I wasn’t dreaming. “What’s happening to me?!”
“The same thing that happened to you in the garden,” he explained as he took tentative steps towards me.
“The garden?” I frowned. “What happened there? Did I attack you?” I paled at the thoughts. It was then that I understood why he was being cautious with me. I must have attacked him while he was helping me.
“You did more than that.” He sat on the bed and narrated everything that happened to me. It shocked me as I listened. Hearing him talk about the attack made me pale. I couldn’t believe I hurt my mates. The rage I had felt when I was walking in the darkness made sense.
Perhaps, my witch side thought they were the ones who kept her locked all these years, hence the attack. I didn’t even know it was happening.
“Where are they now? Are they so scared of so they don’t want to see me again?” I looked towards the door, feeling a pang at the thoughts of what my mates might think of me.
“Not at all.” He smiled, rising from the bed as he walked over to the dressing chair to get the box he took, and to turn the mirror back to its normal position. “They returned to Earth to get a leaf for you. I believe it will help your eyes.”
He passed the box to me. “Here are three pills. Eat them at once. It will help relieve your spirit. I believe we won’t need to do anything extreme for now until your spirit is calm enough.”
I glanced down at the box in my hand before I opened it. The drugs were round-shaped and black. They looked like they would be bitter. However, when I ate them, they were surprisingly sweet. I ended up eating everything at once before looking at Devon, who rolled his eyes at me.
“That’s all, Bella.” He took the box from me. “You will feel sleepy after a while. Don’t fight it. It’s the only way the medicine will work.”
“Thank you.”
“Friends don’t need to be formal with each other.” Winking at me, he walked towards the door, adding before he left, “Don’t go around Killing people, Bella. Try to control yourself.”
“It’s not like I did it intentionally.” Grumbling, I laid back on the bed as he left, chuckling under his breath.