Chapter 15

"FREYA!" the elder roared. His skin was flushed due to rage. His eyes contained a sharp glint. He teeth smashed in frustration. Visibly shaking in attempt to control his rage. The girl however, was shaking for an entirely different reason, as was I.

'Oh god, what have I done. This poor girl is going to go through hell. My mother is furious beyond belief. We're here for a reason, what if this incident causes something about our living situation. Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD. ALL SHE DID WAS CALL YOU A FREAK, SHE WASN'T WRONG SO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE!?!' I screamed internally as I broke out into a cold sweat.' What would happen if this girl went to someone with enough influence to force us out, we're obviously avoiding humans, or worse yet, what if she tells them where we are? ' Questions like these surged around my brain as I realized the implications of what I had just done. She had been raised in this environment, why couldn't I have just ignored her, or not told mother, or just acted my way out of it like I used to.

With all these thoughts raging in my brain, I out on my signature facade as i tugged at the hem of my mothers sleeve.

"Please don't be to mean to her, I'm okay really" I said in a meager tone of voice. All of a sudden, memories flashed through my mind. My previous mothers face, the smell of liquor on her breath as she blamed me for her problems, how I ruined her future. I remember how she carried me at 17, she had gotten drunk one night and met my dad, one thing led to another and she had me. He stuck around but was abusive to both of us. Then my brother came along, except we weren't fully related, so the beating and blaming only got worse, he was soon put up for adoption behind my fathers back after a year or so. That was the turning point. They split up, and my broken family became so even more. My mother turned to drinking even more, while I would be ignored and abused at my fathers.

No one knew. No one bothered to ask about the bruises. No one bothered about the scars. Scars the I had gotten from the belt. The belt that would haunt my dreams. The dreams that came rarely as I would often get woken up from my mothers consisten screaming, either that or I wouldn't be allowed to fall asleep. In attempt to make her feel better I would try hard in school, to the point I became one of the top students, but she was so absorbed in her own self wallowing she didnt care. I had grown to blame myself, and cursed the fact that I was born, maybe then she wouldn't have suffered so much. After that the memory started to fade, and I couldn't grasp anything else, how I had been feeling when I died, if I had any friends, nothing more came. And in all honesty, I'm not sure I want to see anymore.

When I came out of my trance, I had a faint stream of tears falling from my eyes, and a strained smile plasted across my lips. I had experienced so much that haunted my last life in the span of a few seconds, everything that pained me. How could I not cry? My hand was tightly gripping the hem of my mothers sleeve, but she hadn't noticed anything. Staring daggers at the young girl, still. I realised how truly helpless and pathetic I am, right in this moment. This girl will most likely end up resenting us. Most likely resent humans. She could have been taught out of her elitist attitude, but I made this into a bigger deal than it was. With that, I let go of my mothers sleeve and walked towards the girl who was still getting ruthlessly berated. I saw some resemblance. When I finally reached her I stopped in front of her and tilted my head to look up at her. Then, faster than she could react, I hugged her. Right then and there, we both cried. I sobbed over the pain I had just remembered, and she cried at the pain she had just experienced as she hugged me back.

After I finished crying, I finally spoke.

"Hello Freya, my name is Eliza, I may have funny looking eyes, but I promise I'm rather normal, so can we both forget about this whole thing? I don't blame you for what happened? If you ask nicely this time, I may even tell you what I was doing earlier" I finished with a smile. Her jaw dropped slightly in surprise, but she wiped her tears and responded with a nod.

'I think we both needed this, I know it would have helped me, I know it will help me now. And she's just a child, she probably picked this attitude up from the cocky adults that believe they're better than the rest of the world.'

Getting her approval, I grabbed her wrist and led her out of the house. We walked in silence, both still digesting what had happened.

'In the end, even if I have lived here for 4 years, I wont progress mentally until I hit 15. I'm frozen, my souls time may move, and this bodies time may move, but I will be stuck. So we are both kids, well I'm a little older though' I thought with a slight chuckle.