Chapter 40 - [Bonus ] Feel The Words

(From Ella's Perspective)

"You got to stay awake, okay?"

"Listen_ I don't have_ much time left. _ Just get away from_ here. If he_ sees you_ he will kill you. Go away _ Leave. And remember- Aurora_ room number fifteen. And Va_Valentino Trenton."

And with that, she was gone. The last breath was used and her soul found the place out of this world. I did not know what she meant; I had no idea what to do.

I heard footsteps coming this way. I knew there was nothing more that I could do. I quickly got up, which was way too hard as my legs did not want to cooperate. I made my way out the cell, clutching Leandro's drawing in my hand tightly. It was dripped with blood, so was I.

The entryway of the secret passageway was behind a wooden shelf. There was not much light here in the dungeon. It took me a while to read what he had written in the paper. The blood made it even harder.

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I did as he said and true to his words, a door emerged. I got inside without wasting any more time as the footsteps got closer. As the door closed after I stepped inside, I heard someone's voice. "She is dead, my king."

I did not wait to hear anything else. It was so unlike what I usually did. But tonight, I could not afford to listen to anything else. All I wanted was to get out of here and be alone for a while.

I went up the stairs not being careful at all. I almost fell twice, hit myself on the sidewall for no apparent reason. My head was hazy. I could not even think properly.

There was a door as I took the last step. It was unlocked. I opened it slowly and as soon as I felt the air of outside crash on my face, I did not wait any longer.

Closing the door behind me, I started running. I knew this place. It was the same narrow alley where I had been before. The quiet and cold weather sent chills through my veins. I needed something warm, I needed someone to hold me- I was falling.

I needed him. I knew that he was the one who could save me. But how was he? Was he okay? Most importantly, was he alive? He surely was. The shifters were supposed go there at eleven. It was not eleven yet. Leandro was fine unless they changed their plan and attacked before eleven.

I ran inside a house, the same house where I had hidden the book the other day. There was a table at one corner of the room. I shut the door and crawled under the table.

Everywhere all I could see was darkness, the darkness that I once loved seemed to make me feel worse at that time. My hands and legs were shaking as the smell of blood filled my nostrils, leading me to pain.

I took deep breaths, trying not to look like a mess. But perhaps I already was a mess, just trying to look a bit less than a zombie. I needed to do something. I did not know what, but something... something that would relieve me of the pain I was feeling, something that would make me feel better.

The song came to my mind, the song that I had written seven years ago. I was just a kid back then and that night, I was hurt a lot as Mom had called me unwanted for the first time. It had hurt my tiny heart a lot. Back then, I did not know that it was what my fate was and no one could ever change that.

This song was one of the few songs that I ever sang and that was also because of Zoe's constant nagging. I never sang songs, even though I wrote them. I thought that my voice was not perfect for singing. It was more perfect for yelling, or better, cursing or perhaps blabbering.

But tonight, I felt that singing a song did not mean to sound perfect. It meant to feel the words with the deepest of the heart. It meant, knowing the true meaning that hid behind each word that one easily ignored normal times.

My voice started to sing, feeling each word as it lest my mouth. I did not care about my voice anymore; I was more attentive in feeling the words, letting the pain out. I was not loud, but it was more like a low mumble.

And even when the song ended, I started again. My voice seemed reluctant to stop, my mind seemed to hold onto it, only the words. The shaking of my hands stopped, the rapid beating of my heart decreased. But I still had not gotten my thoughts back. My head was still killing me from the inside.

The girl died right in front of me and I could do nothing. I tried_ I tried a lot. I told myself again and again that I tried with all my might.

"Does it matter? She is dead anyway. It doesn't matter what you've done. The result is only what that matters," a voice told me. It was the same voice that always questioned my life choices.

"But I still tried. There was nothing that I could do," I mumbled silently, but desperately.

"You tried, but the result remains the same. She is dead. Accept it," the voice said again.

I could not say anything else. My voice again started picking up the pace of the song and I closed my eyes, leaning against one of the legs of the table. I did not know if I stopped singing or not, as an awful flashback came back in front of my eyes.

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And I never knew what happened next. My hands started to shake fiercely again and this time, even the song did not help. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that I would never have to see that flashback again. I wanted to forget that night. I wanted to live without having to look back at that nightmare.

"Leandro," I whispered, the only person's name that came to my mind.. "Save me, Leandro."

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