There were two things in front of me. A large bowl of chicken alfredo pasta, and the book I dreaded reading. All seriousness aside, that bowl of pasta was calling my name. How long has it been since I ate? I couldn't explain it. On the other hand, life was getting more complicated. Yes, this book held all the answers, but was I ready for a reality check? I groaned as I set the bowl of food on the nightstand. Just then, my phone rang. I looked down at the screen. It's been a few days since I even looked at this thing. I scrolled through various texts from telemarketers, a few from Heath being a pervert, and I stopped when I noticed Trent texting. Then the message popped up.
'I know you're mad at me for being mean in class, please call or text me. I don't care. I just need to hear from you. I love you Sybil.' It read.
Did he truly not know? How can he not? The image of my body floating made me stop. Part of me was tempted to text back that Sybil was dead. Then I thought better of it. Instead, I tossed my phone aside and picked up the book. It's now or never, am I right? Before I could change my mind, I opened the pages and read.
Hey Sybil! It's me Kira, kidding! It is just a paper of my writing. The best way to start explaining is at the start of the stonehenge. Many know very little about it. Some say it was for religions, others claim it is a burial ground. In truth, it's none of those. It is the original portal to multiplane realms. I know, that's a large concept, however, think of each stone as a faction of supernatural beings. Our group was formed long before we even knew what was occurring. Over time we just started to live together and watch each other's backs.
Wherever we take residence at, a door appears, and we are the ones who are tasked with safeguarding that door. Many seek to attempt to open the door, but legends say only one can open the door. We have searched eons upon eons for that one person.
The myth first started when two people fell in love. Maverick and Iris is a tale as old as time. They were in love; they wanted a world where only they existed together. Maverick used to be one of us. That however is a tale for another time. Know one thing Sybil,we have lived many lives over, fell in love, and choked on the grief that follows. Through it all we remain.
First lesson starts now! First thing is first, most of all the mythology you can think of– it is real. So start accepting that. Ghosts, demons, vampires, fire demons, ghouls, kitsune, werewolves, it is all real. The sooner you learn to accept that, the easier it will all be.
We may not know what you are, yet. However, we do know what we are. At some point we all have had dreams of what we all are. This is the curse that we must carry. It may not seem to make sense so I will give you something from my past. I first saw Alexander's form first. He was going through the woods to surprise his lover when he was attacked by an alpha. Only on a full moon can an alpha's bite transform oneself. It was as if I was there instead of Alexander. I felt everything he did. Smelled every ounce of blood in the air, and felt every ounce of pain he experienced. To be completely honest, I don't know how he lived. Our theory is the alpha who bit him was a direct descendant from the first ever wolf.
We all see each other for who we are. I will say, just because you know their past, don't bring it up. Some of us are still hurting more than others. You should know there is one more to our group of misfits. Her name is Calliope. She went to a family farm a few months ago, but we lost contact with her. We can only hope she gets into contact with her. You will love her! Ah– she makes the best apple pies you can ever dream of! Anyway, behind this note is a history of all the mythical creatures I have come across in life. I hope this gives you a better understanding.
Sure enough, behind the note was handwritten entries on every mythical creature I could think of. To be completely honest, I was very impressed. This was top tier knowledge that I doubt very few would ever get their hands on.
Then I heard the sound of glass shattering downstairs. I set the book aside and walked down to where the noise was coming from. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I saw my father standing over the kitchen sink. He was clearly drunk. I hated it when he drank. This only started after mom went missing. I took a deep breath before I stepped forward.
If my father heard me enter the room, he sure as hell didn't show it. I crept towards the shattered glass on the floor and crouched down to pick it up. The closer I got to the glass, the more apparent the smell of whiskey became to my nose. I grimace in disgust. The shards that I had gathered in my hand were soon tossed into the trash. Now the harder part.
"Hey dad. Why don't you and me go to your room?" I attempted.
"It's my fault she left, you know?" he whispered.
I stopped as my blood ran cold. It didn't take an idiot to figure out that he was speaking about mom.
"She kept telling me she felt some calling, is what she called it. Heh– My mind told me that meant she wanted to see someone else. She was an angel. How in the hell could I have thought that's what she meant?" He said.
I bit down on my bottom lip. What could someone say to that? Truly? I sighed and shook my head.
"I know dad. I know. Let's get you into bed." I replied.
He hiccuped, but he did nod his head in response. Relief flooded me as he even helped me carry his body weight down the hall. Then he stopped.
"I– I can't stay in there without her here. Can we go to the couch?" He asked me.
I nodded and changed directions. He hasn't stayed a single night in their room. I don't even know if anything in there has changed since mom's disappearance. He didn't go in there, which meant that area was an off limit zone in our house. Until he was ready, I doubt that door would ever open.
My body groaned as I cracked my eyes open. The alarm buzzing loudly beside me. I quickly smacked the top of it to get it to shut up. I sighed and opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling.The abundance of white stared at me. I'm not sure how long I just laid there, but what else could I do? Should I even go to class today? What if I ran into them? My murderers. I don't think I'll ever get used to saying that. I'd have to start learning because denial won't change the facts. Raizer and Owen killed me. I died last night.
Not to even mention what the hell happened with my father. He was drinking again which meant he has been thinking more and more of mom. It was close to the anniversary of her disappearance.
I decided there was no use in hiding in my room for the rest of my life. With this in mind I stripped out of my clothes and then I noticed something in the mirror. I stopped as I stared at it. My fingers ran over my abdomen. There on my skin was a mark I would most likely carry for the rest of my life. It was where they had driven the knife inside of me. My fingers skimmed over the flesh. I didn't know how to react to this either. I looked down when I felt something hit my hand. Water? No— they were my tears. Why was I crying?
I glared at myself for shedding tears for those bastards. My hand roughly shoved away the tears. I wouldn't shed another tear for those assholes! I turned and went into my closet. I decided to wear a pair of black slacks and a black cotton tank top with a pair of sandals. Simple, but I could care less. I put my hair in a high messy bun with two small strands out on the sides to frame my face better. No makeup today. For some reason, as I looked at myself, my features were more pronounced. My eyes were slightly wider, eyelashes were darker and more voluminous, my lips were voluptuous, even my cheekbones were more defined. That wasn't what concerned me. If I looked closely my canines had a slight point that I was truly scared to touch. What the hell was happening to me?