There was a few seconds of silence from William, at least enough to read it, but I was anxious, uneasy if he would actually provide me the answers I needed, I was skeptical too because I knew he might not tell me anything at all and just keep me here, that was yet another thing I was terrified of.
My hands resting on my lap tightened into fists, will I forever stay here and not be given answers for the rest of my life? Will I just live on until I die without finding out what or who I am?
"What is a fairy?" he read what I wrote out loud and I shot my head up to look at him.
"Your handwriting is messy, you need to work on that"
My cheeks heated from his comment and I quickly dug my head in embarrassment. That was not what I expected at all and it hurts to get such a comment, I figured I need to work on my writing but that isn't the case right now is it?
"Fairies are magical beings born part Fae and part mortal, a mixed bloodline"
