The Crystal 2, Jones M [free reads txt] 📗

listened to me. No one was there for me when I needed them.

No one cared enough to even visit me in prison!

My brows furrowed as I stared angrily at the bunk bed above me.

They freaking put me here!

They believed everything the awful bitch had said about me. They didn't believe any word that came out of my lips.

Why?

Maybe it was because they didn't love me. Maybe it was because they didn't want me around.

Maybe it was because they used you. They didn't care about you Emery. They never loved you.

The thought came once again in my mind, but I hesitated in believing it.

Those people who claim to love you betrayed you.

If possible, my anger grew hot to the temperatures of a volcano.

I was angry and I wanted to cry for being so stupid!

I didn't deserve prison. I had done nothing wrong.

To hell with what everyone said. To hell with what the evidence and what the media said!

I was done with all the bull crap. I was done with letting everyone get to me.

They didn't freaking care!

If they thought I was going to let them walk over me again, they thought wrong.

I needed to get out. I was not going to stay in a cell for the rest of my life.

But how would I get out?

I closed my eyes as I thought of what to do. It took me a while, but the solution came to me.

I slowly stood up from the bed, walking towards the wall in front of me. I

My sight shook, and I realized it was because my body was shaking with anger.

Everyone believed I was bad, an evil person, yet I was still a Crystalian. I knew for a fact that as a crystal, I was important to them. If they ever needed me, I had a gut-wrenching feeling that they would just temporarily pull me out of prison for their own gain before putting me back.

Not going to happen.

I was going to leave them. I was going to be a lone witch and decide my own destiny.

Fuck what the books of Crystalia said about a crystal. I did not sign up to become a mat. I was going to disappear, have everyone's minds jumbled up about my whereabouts.

I bet the erwiches would love that.

Let them deal with their problems themselves. They should learn not to mess with me.

I felt my lips pull to form a satisfied smirk. My mind was made up. I felt certain that every witch was told about the allegedly bad crystal, and I knew they wanted nothing to do with her.

Well, they were going to get their wish. Only, it would have some consequences.

I closed my eyes and chanted a spell I had accidentally found years ago. I told myself to forget it, but it stuck in my head.

Oh, the beauty of reverse psychology...

I felt the wind blow around me, whipping my hair sideways. I felt a part of me split, like a quarter of me, but with no pain. The ground shook below me, and I thought I heard screams from every corner of the prison. I took a peek between my eyelids, noticing that the ground was truly shaking. The prison lights were also flickering on and off.

Wow. There was an earthquake just because I was leaving Crystalia!

After a short while, the earthquake stopped.

I turned, meeting eye-to-eye with the person on the bunk bed. Her brown eyes were widened in fear.

I extended my arm, summoning a fireball on my palm. It appeared, and when I summoned it away, it vanished.

I smiled as I watched the woman get more scared than ever.

I was going to enjoy this.

I went to throw a fireball at her, but then I stopped. I realized she had her own hell in the prison to deal with.

Killing her would just be giving her an out.

However, she knew I was a witch. Well, she could keep that secret. I knew that if she told someone, they wouldn't believe her.

She had no evidence.

I chanted a spell that made the woman fall asleep instantly. I lay back on my own bed with a satisfied smile.

On the next day, I would get out of prison by my own means. Besides, it wouldn't be hard since I got my powers back.

Erick better hope I wouldn't expose witches in the process.

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"Hey, you!" a woman's voice shouted before a tapping sound filled the cell. "Someone's bailed you out!"

My eyes opened, staring at a policewoman who had a long gun on her left arm. I had no doubt she was the one who had woken me.

I got out of the bunk bed and stared at the guard. She opened the cell door before coming inside to observe the other prisoner. Noticing she was still sleeping, the guard turned to face me.

"Let's go."

With that, I followed her out of the prison cell.

I was surprised someone had come to bail me out.

Took them long enough.

I wondered what had made them do that. I had a feeling it was Erick and his mother. Maybe they knew about me becoming a lone witch, and they wanted to push me into reclaiming my identity as a Crystalian. If it was them, I would gladly teleport away and resume my life elsewhere.

The guard and I passed through the prison hallway where I saw the other women who beat me up. I smirked at them while they glared at me.

"You'll be back, honey," someone said as I followed the guard.

No way. No freaking way.

The guard led me to a place where I could change my clothes. I wore the ones I had when I came to the prison. When I was done, I was led towards the exit of the prison, having a calm expression on my face when I was truly furious.

Who I saw was not who I expected. Instead of seeing Erick and his posse, I faced two serious people.

One of them was a man. He had black hair and brown eyes. He had a cream complexion, and he had worn a black shirt with a pair of blue jeans. The other one was a girl. She had blonde hair, lightly tanned skin and gray eyes. Then I realized they looked familiar...

"Do I know you?" I asked the both of them. They faced each other before facing me with a knowing smirk.

"Hi, I'm Ashley," the girl replied. The name seemed familiar, and I wondered why.

Then it clicked.

"I remember you!" I said with a shocked expression. "You were there with me... in that concert in Scotland!"

The girl nodded with a smile.

"And I'm Josh," the man greeted me with an extended hand. I extended mine and shook his in greeting. He too looked familiar. I recognized his face from Crystalia's history books, but it seemed impossible...

"I'm the third crystal," he explained. My eyes widened in disbelief.

So that's where I knew him from!

"But, how are you even here?" after a while, I managed to ask him. He shrugged in reply.

"Usually, there is a crystal to help the newly-selected one in discovering their special powers. However, since the previous one passed away, I was chosen."

Oh, my dad.

I frowned at the memory of him because I missed him. Then something came to mind.

"Who chose you? And why did they send you?" I questioned. "No offence, but couldn't they have sent my father instead of you?"

"The first two crystals sent me here. They believed that bringing your dad would rekindle old memories and relations. It would cause you great sadness because he would only be here for a short time, just like I am."

I frowned at his words before looking down at the ground. Then I looked back up at him.

"So, you're to be some kind of coach to me?" I asked.

"What?" he asked in puzzlement.

"Try to use simple words," Ashley advised. "He doesn't know how much things have changed in this era."

My mouth formed an 'O' in understanding.

"I will be your mentor," Josh said. "I will teach you things that you have not discovered about your potential. I will guide you on how to use your powers for your benefit and for the witches."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Leaving Crystalia does not mean that you have no responsibility for the welfare of the witches," he answered, shocking me that he knew I chanted the spell to separate me from that wretched place.

"It also concerns the humans. Emery, I do understand your current predicament," he spoke as he stared at me, "and I do know that you are innocent."

A smile tugged on my lips. I turned to face Ashley, and she too nodded her head in agreement.

"Your lessons start immediately," Josh continued. "We need to leave for a secluded area designated to us by the Queen."

I turned to face him with shocked eyes.

"The Queen?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied, and he gave me a grim face before he continued.

"She would have come here immediately after you were taken into this awful place. However, she was not informed by her son, the new king."

Oh. I missed Erick's inauguration. But that did not matter. He was a huge ass to me.

"She came to find out days later, and when she tried to come for you, he forbade it."

"WHAT?" I boomed out in question. Erick could do that?

What was I saying? Of course, he could do that! He was king!

I was very angry with him for another reason at the moment.

"Ashley and I had been looking for you for the past month, but we didn't know you were in a... hospital?" he said in a question, turning to face Ashley who nodded in confirmation.

"Why didn't you tell me when we were in Scotland?" I asked the girl.

"You looked like you were having fun. Besides, your mom had just passed away. We weren't going to ambush you with this information in an instant," she explained, and I understood.

"Just saying. You could have saved me a lot of misery," I commented, and she gave me a bored look.

"Look, I'm sorry. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because I was still grieving for my mother."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Ashley and Josh said at the same time. I just nodded, willing to push the memories of my mother to the back of my mind.

"Okay, so it is obvious that Erick does not want me around Crystalia anymore and that he banned his mother from seeing me. What are we going to do next?" I asked with a calm expression, even though it was eating at my insides.

"We are to leave for our secret location now."

I nodded, following them until I remembered something.

"Wait!" they had turned to leave when I shouted at them. "Could we go to my apartment to get a few things?"

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'APARTMENT AVAILABLE FOR RENT'

Those were the words I came across to when I arrived at my former New York home. I tried to open the door, but then I realized that the door was locked.

No, no, no... please no...

My heart was beating fast as I melted the door knob with a fireball and forcefully moved past it. I came to a stop when I saw how my former home looked like.

It was all empty. Nothing was left.

I recognized the place where the oven was. I would sometimes cook with my mom while we told stories about how our days went.

"This does not look good," Ashley commented.

I kept moving through the apartment. I was met with a lot of empty spaces.

There was nothing. There was literally nothing.

I came to stop in the kitchen. Ashley and Josh were confused as they looked at me.

A silent cry escaped my lips as I collapsed on the floor before sobs racked my form.

Everything was gone...

"Emery!" I heard the conjoined shouts of Josh and Ashley as they approached my form. They enveloped me in a hug as I cried.

They took everything away.

There was nothing left of my mother. Nothing!

I cried harder, realizing that the only thing left of my mom was her corpse in a grave, and that was in Crystalia, where I was undoubtedly banned from entering again.

I continued crying.

Who rented out the apartment?

It was after a short while of crying that I recalled