Chapter3

#Chapter3

Sydney’s POV:

Fallen. I am falling. Falling down. From where? The portrait? I fell hard on the rough ground. My chin hits the ground, it brought me pain. The pain isn’t equal to the fact that I lost Lydia. I opened my eyes to see the hell for the first time.

I have no imagination how it will look like. But it’s like Slateville. Not exactly the same. Everything is dark around me. I am in the middle of a road. It’s a street and looks just like Slateville. Except for one thing, everything’s a disaster. The building, houses, the road have many cracks and it could fall at any moment. I feel like I am seeing a disastrous city that couldn’t be back in its normal state. The sky is dark. I am not going to see the daylight around here. I am sure of it.

I stood up, brushing the dirt off my long blue gown. That’s the way I came to hell without hearing anyone’s words. I have no idea how will I return. But I know I will. Only with my Aunt Lydia. She’s my aunt, guardian, and I am not going to lose her.

I wandered around the road looking for nothing specific. I didn’t know where I should go. I stopped walking when I spotted something specific. My house. The place where I lived with my aunt for many years. I know this is not my house. It’s hell. I told to myself and opened the gate to my house.

I can’t spot anyone here. I feel like I am the only person in hell. I reached the hall, and the memories came into my mind. This is the place where I have been without knowing my true parents, lost all my memories, dumped with some fake memories. The dining table is broken, there’s no light. I walked up to my room through the stairs. I slowly opened the door to my room in hell. My bookshelves are broken and most of the books are down on the floor. My laptop, the phone screen is cracked. I don’t care, it’s not true at all. It’s not Slateville.

I am not in Slateville.

When I was thinking, I heard some footsteps approaching somewhere near me.

/"Who’s that?/" I asked as I heard my echo voice. Who could enter my house in hell? Did my friends follow me? Did they come for me? I can feel some hope I am having when I heard the footsteps. I remembered Jacen. I broke up with me but what if he came here. I don’t think this is the right time to think about it. It could be anyone. Friends or strangers? Known or unknown? Alive or dead?

By the time I am back in the hall and I caught of glimpse of someone’s shadow crossing over Lydia’s room near the hall.

/"Who’s that? Show yourself?/" I shouted. I am not scared. If it’s my friends or mom, they won’t scare me. No reply. Nothing. Okay, am I hallucinating?

I wish it’s all a nightmare so I could wake up in my room to realize I am with Lydia and I never left my house to any academy.

/"I know someone is here,/" I said silently this time. I carefully walked to Lydia’s room. Before I could realize it, I heard a voice and someone pushed me down. I hit the dining table and fell to my knees.

/"You should have died a long time ago. You are too late./" I looked up as I can’t recognize this voice.

/"Welcome to Hell,/" an old man said, folding his arms in front of me. I don’t know him.

/"Who the hell are you?/"

/"Give respect. I am older than you and you already know me. Try to remember, ex-Slateville princess,/" I am still the princess. I am not dead. I will go back. Did I know him?

/"I don’t know you?/"

/"Right. The princess’s mind is too slow to remember. I was the one who tried to kidnap you a long time ago in the forest and two idiotic boys are about to beat me till I ran away,/" he explained as I recalled it. It happened when I went hunting with Jacen and Noah.

/"You?/" I am glad you are dead,/" I snapped, getting up and leaning on the broken table.

/"Ha-ha. Poor child, you are dead too,/" He said laughing in his old cracked voice. He thinks I am dead. I am not. Let’s fake like I am dead till I find my aunt. I don’t know why am I seeing him instead of Lydia in our house.

/"Laugh out loud. I don’t care,/" I said, making my way out of the hall. It’s frustrating to walk in a long gown in hell. I never expected to end up in a situation like this.

/"You should care about that. I am dead because of you. I want to kill you more than once./" He said and grabbed my hands hard.

/"Get your hands off me. I am not the reason for your death. I don’t even you,/" I shrieked and lifted my hands as a blue light came out of my palm, knocking the old man down. He deserves this. He tried to hurt me twice.

/"How dare you can harm him?/" I heard another voice over the other side. A young voice. Who could it be? I don’t want any more problems.

/"You have powers? Aren’t you dead?/" the old man said, struggling to get up. I looked at the side where the other voice came from.

/"She is not dead, uncle. But she will be,/" a boy said furiously and walked straight towards me. I am definitely not alone in this house anymore. I don’t know how many people are here. Dead ones.

/"Catch her, Mason. If she isn’t dead, then she needs to die now,/" the old man ordered as I decided to run. I know I could protect myself with my power. But I can’t do without knowing who am I dealing with.

/"You are not running away, princess,/" Mason or whatever his name is. He said and pinned both of my hands on the wall forcefully as my head hits the wall hard.

/"I may try to run but I am not going to do that. Get off me or you will regret it,/" I snarled.

/"Aww. You can’t make me regret anything. I am already dead. But I can be able to kill you,/" he said as I strained to get my hands off his grip.

/"Before you speak, I need to talk. Rule number one, stop resisting, so we can have a little chat. If you break it, then you will be listening with a rope tied on your hands, tape on your mouth. Which one is comfortable, princess?/"