Fiona looked like she was about to burst with rage. With Twilight's grip still on her hand, her temperature was rising. Even Twilight found it hard to understand her situation all of a sudden.
Out of concern, he released his grip from her. She staggered backwards in confusion to sit down, touching her head like she was confused.
She seemed to have calmed down a bit. "Are you okay?" Twilight asked, looking at her with concern in his eyes.
"I'm very tired of all of these." Was all she said. She seemed to be focused on something that wasn't there. Twilight attempted to touch her shoulder to comfort her, but she was dazed out in thoughts. He was the last person she needed for comfort right now. When he couldn't even answer her questions to her present dilemmas. It felt like the whole world around her had changed within a blink of an eye for her.
"It's fine if you don't wanna talk about-." He was caught short when she stood up like a mindless zombie, and exited. He wanted to stop her and at least try, just try, to comfort her. But it was no use.
'Everything was just out of place for me. I never asked for all of these.' Fiona walked to her locker when she met Aviva. She saw the expression on her face and quickly went up to her.
"Fiona?" She asked but Fiona just stopped in her tracks to look at her.
"Talk to you tomorrow. Not in the mood", Was all she could say as she walked past Aviva who kept calling her. Aviva decided to go after her, tugging her, but she just shoved her like she wasn't there. Aviva felt hurt by her friend's sudden mood. She was fine when she left her, and now...now she didn't even know if it was the same person she knew.
***
Later on, Fiona just sat in her room. She didn't even change from her school uniform. Her brain was struggling from what to believe and who to believe. Cause she was clearly not believing in her self either.
"Fiona..." Her Dad called her name, followed by two calm knocks on her door.
With no reply after two more knocks, he let himself in. He held a tray of fruits. On seeing her expression still not even bothered that he came in, he knew it wasn't the usual her. He closed the door with his leg.
He went to settle the tray on her study table and went to her. He went to sit next to her, were she still faced the door from where he came from. "Mi amor..." He used one hand to make her face him. Her fragile neck was quick to comply to the movement.
Her eyes were dull and bored. She looked into her father's caring eyes as a tear rolled down her eyes. Seeing this, her dad just pulled her in for a hug. He caressed her hair that was left roughly on her head.
"It is okay if you don't want to talk about it. But does it have to do with a boy?" Hearing this, Fiona quickly released herself from his hold.
"No! It's not that. It can never be that." She wiped the tears from her eyes, and folded her hands above her chest staring back at the door.
"Mi amor..." Her Dad dragged the last word, tugging her back to him to land on his chest. She landed, still with folded arms. "If it isn't a boy, then what is it then?" Fiona kept quiet for some time, as her dad strokes her hair calming her.
"I just have a lot of questions in my head. I keep asking. No answer, to what I'm asking for." Her Dad shifts her from his chest to face him now.
"At your age, it gets that way. The world doesn't know if you're prepared for the challenges awaiting you. It just hopes you don't let your struggles disconnect you from who you really are. Looking for answers in a place unknown..." He stands up heading towards the door. He stops and turns to look at her, holding the handle of the door. "...is like looking for light in a dark cave. Find the light Fiona, and all will be alright." He gave her a warm smile before exiting through the door.
Her Dad was just wonderful. When she needed answers, he gave her more questions.
I just couldn't bring myself to come to terms with everything around me. What is my connection to Amilys and Jinx? Who is Twilight? Why is he here? And to bring things to a cliffhanger...Who am I ?
Has all what I've been told as a child a lie? All more questions I keep asking myself.
Gathering her thoughts, she decided to take a relaxing shower. She felt she needed to find the answers if no one would give her one. So, she was going to find this "mind of the heart" Amilys spoke about.
She was being watched too. Not only by this Twilight guy who could sneak into my house, talk less of my room. There were things like that monster that came to Caeser's party. Things were starting to add up now.
She just needed to be smart. She discarded her cloths quickly to the ground as she wrapped a towel around herself. She took a long warm shower, combed her hair and slipped into her pyjamas.
Down at the dinning room, her family were having their dinner. "What's wrong with Fifi Dad? Is she not coming for dinner? I wanna pester her a bit." Bluebell stuffed the peas into her mouth while, no one seemed to want to answer her question.
Fiona came down to the dinning room and sat quietly. Were as her Dad gave her a reassuring smile.
"Speak about the witch." Bluebell said, giving her a side look, cause she sat a sit away from her. Fiona smiled at her and began to enjoy her meal.
Bluebell disrupting her thoughts was the last thing she needed.
When she was done, she headed back to her room. Her family respected her privacy today, and just when she needed it.
She switched on her room lights. And there he was... "Twilight?" She locked the door behind her, just in case. She seemed to have gotten use to this habit of his.
He sat on her study table, as elegant as he could, eating the fruits her Dad had left earlier for her.
"I don't have time for any nonsense displays today. So leave before I make you." She said sternly, like she had gathered up some courage all of a sudden. With no reply, she continued.
"You are free to use the door or window, or which ever way you got in here. Just leave." She shot her eyes tightly in annoyance, when she heard him say,
"Why do you hate me so? I came to check if you were fine." His voice sounded real with care. Not like the sarcastic usual aura he carried about when we spoke.
Hearing this, Fiona opened her closed eyes to meet an empty room. Like no one had been there with her.
He came to check up on me? When did that start with him? From insulting me to asking and checking if I'm fine were two contradictory behaviours. Was he always watching me?