Allessandra
"For years
I've been sleeping
Helpless
Couldn't tell a soul"
It was possibly the first time I had ever disobeyed my mother. What we did - what I did.. Was unusual. A flaw in my character maybe.. But I wanted to. And though the gilt sits like a rock in the pit of my stomach, a hole in my heart, an ache in my mind, and a clench in my throat.. I know it was what we all wanted. I want to reminisce.. Say anything nice she could've done for me.. But that would only cause me guilt.. Which I didn't need. I keep myself composed and collected.. Which may come off as traumatized to Aser; but maybe I was. Sometimes in this state.. I don't know how I feel.. How I am.. Then again; it never has come up often enough for me to analyze. I would say that our finger prints don't fade from the lives we've touched.. Mostly because of the way I see how everyone effects me.. Though I can't tell if Creatrix made me the way I am or because of her.. I am who I am..
I've been sleeping
Helpless
Couldn't tell a soul"
It was possibly the first time I had ever disobeyed my mother. What we did - what I did.. Was unusual. A flaw in my character maybe.. But I wanted to. And though the gilt sits like a rock in the pit of my stomach, a hole in my heart, an ache in my mind, and a clench in my throat.. I know it was what we all wanted. I want to reminisce.. Say anything nice she could've done for me.. But that would only cause me guilt.. Which I didn't need. I keep myself composed and collected.. Which may come off as traumatized to Aser; but maybe I was. Sometimes in this state.. I don't know how I feel.. How I am.. Then again; it never has come up often enough for me to analyze. I would say that our finger prints don't fade from the lives we've touched.. Mostly because of the way I see how everyone effects me.. Though I can't tell if Creatrix made me the way I am or because of her.. I am who I am..
Allessandra was in a bit of a daze, as Aser pushed and pulled her around the house she'd lived in all her life. Now it seemed different.. And unfamiliar. The house was quiet, and there was a feeling of absence. At the same time, that feeling was relaxing and good. She stood still behind her twin as he repeatedly tried to scrub the blood off of his hands. She looked down at her own, coated in a thick dark red liquid. She watched the way it moved when she adjusted her hand. Some slowly dripped, or ran down her wrist. She remembered to keep it away from her clothes though. As she stared at the blood, she could feel herself growing father from things. She felt small.. She could feel the blood drying, and hardening a bit in her skin. She tried clenching her fists, but the motion was so slow that she gave up. Suddenly Aser grasped her wrists, and plunged her hands into water. Her scrubbed at them, working the stain off of her porcelain dainty hands. His hands were rough but gentle. She knew he was panicking a bit.. About her and all of them. He was a bit disgusted but still relieved. She could feel his pain.. She wondered why they weren't happy like they planned to be.
He turned his head away, as to not show her he was upset. "It'll be okay, Alless." His words were distant.. but she felt them. She wanted to hug him.. Reassure him that what he said was true. Tell him and show him that she loved him more than herself or anything in the world. But he had already turned back to dry off her hands before she could.
He took care of her. Good care.. More than her mother ever had. Maybe that was why she never felt comfortable around the woman. The evil succubus.. If you could call her that.. But to find beauty in all things.. that was the challenge that Alless always seemed to complete. Creatrix was smart.. In a way. Her mind was fascinating and intricate. Though she might've been sick.. Twisted.. and disturbed.. She was brilliant.
It was never going to be easy.. But will it be worth it? Possibly.
Aser lead her into their bedroom and seemed to rush her. He took the long way, probably to avoid the mangled body. She was grateful for that, she didn't know how much she could handle. He took out two averagely sized backpacks, and gave one to her. "Take only what you need, be as quick as possible, we need to leave as soon as we can." he told her, and kissed her gently on the forehead. She couldn't help but feel a little warmth though her. She felt very safe around her twin and was thankful for everything he'd ever done for her. A lot of the time she didn't know how to tell him this, but when she used to get scared for whatever reason, probably something Creatrix had done, she'd curl up with him and tell him then late at night. He began to pack, so she did as well.
She didn't have much in the first place, and she seemed to pack more delicately than Aser. He was rushing, but she understood why. Part of her wondered if she would miss anything about being here.. But she realized that she didn't care where she was as long as she was with him. Carefully she placed her few belongings in the bag, her clothes and basic needs. Aser left the room, for whatever reason. She looked to her bookshelf, which held books and a few nicknacks. She lifted her arm, holding it straight, palm open towards the bookshelf; at two particular books. Channeling her energy with great focus, she lifted the books and slowly flew them over to her hand. She placed them in the bag as well. They were her favorite books, Alice in Wonderland, and Through the Looking Glass. She loved the idea of a wonderland, which is maybe why she was so curious all the time. Along with the books she took a small snow globe that Creatrix had given her once. Alless didn't actually have a name for it.. But inside there was a castle, and flecks of sparkles and white balls. She wondered what it was, but didn't question it. She placed it on top of her other things, and zipped up her bag.
She left the bag sitting on her bed, and sauntered over to the mirror they had in their room. It was a bit dingy and old, with spots of brown dirt on the glass. She stared at her reflection, and batted her long eyelashes. Her green eyes looked tired, and only a few flecks of gold could be seen. Her red hair was silky and soft, falling around her face. She ran her fingers through her hair, the smooth strands falling from her hand. She sighed, and turned away. Could she really look at herself the same after what she'd done? Time didn't seem to be real anymore.. Things were standing still. She felt as if she were watching herself, in a dream almost.
Taking her bag, and slinging it on her back, she began to step out of the room, to find Aser.