Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

the plug a little too rapidly just to hurt everyone’s ears.
I remembered the loud noise that was pretty louder to everyone else. I tried to imagine it again. It was faint now in my ears. It sort of sounded like a yell. I closed my eyes while I listened to the noises outside. The wind sounded like a rustle and the time was slowly turning into ten. The moonlight went on a dark spot in the house. The TV remote. I picked it up and looked at it mysteriously. It was round and numbered differently.
I remembered a station now. It was 68. I pressed the button and it put me at a children’s channel. No wonder, I hadn’t gone on a TV like this for so long. I’d expected it to be something else, like maybe The 70’s Show. Something interesting. I was stuck there watching Proon. It was a show about how all children should eat prunes because they were good for you. I’d never liked this show. It was made by a fairy much like me and it was made by her friend who seemed to be somewhat green. Were there goblins too?
I shook it off. I took multiple trips over to the refrigerator and the freezer, back to the pantry just to see if something new would pop up. I was starving. When last did I eat? I’d usually skip breakfast, eat lunch, and eat dinner, no matter how important the first meal of the day was. I was never in the mood for it.
Why didn’t I just kill myself other then having to starve to death and feeling the pain in my weak body? I don’t know, maybe a miracle would happen.
I heard sudden noises outside of the window. I came up from the couch in alarm. I turned the TV down slowly. Proons was still on. This was perfect. Hunters were already out for me. Maybe they’d feed me though. I took that thought out of my mind now. I didn’t want anyone to know I was there, even if they were going to feed me. I didn’t want to be enslaved for the rest of my life.
Glytherin did say I was in danger. I was the last of my species. I couldn’t die now, not that I cared. I heard footsteps approach and the wind beating against the door. Or were those the knocks at the door? Either way, both things were happening. I sat up from the couch slowly trying not to make it creak. Didn’t Glytherin have some weapons around here or something? He was a warrior. Something dragged me to the door. He didn’t even have a peeking hole, or a looking glass.
Oh, now what do I do? The guy was rich but didn’t have a looking glass? Why was I being so stubborn about this? I could hear the stubbornness in my voice even though I wasn’t talking aloud. Why am I being like this at all? I stayed in front of the door as another knock came in pounding into my back.
I was obligated to open the door but I didn’t want anyone to see my wings. I wish they were gone for just this moment and then they’d come back. I put my hand to the knob as another knocking came through.
“Orphelia!” I heard someone yell. “God! Tell me you’re there!” It was Glytherin. I swung the door open to see him standing there open minded holding a box of pizza and the wind practically blowing him off the front porch. What was he doing here? Why weren’t there any guards with him either? I dragged him inside.
The door slammed shut behind him. “I thought you weren’t coming back.” I said crossing my arms.
He smiled and gave me the pizza box and looked at the TV. “It’s so dark,” he commented. “Why don’t you turn on the lights?” he put his hands toward the door and clicked a switch that I hadn’t remembered being there before. The whole entire house lit up.
“Interesting.” I said looking around. “The only places I’ve discovered was your room, the shower and the kitchen. Nice of you to remind yourself that there might not be any food.”
He frowned. I placed the pizza box on the table and took out a slice. “Did you leave something?” I asked.
He shook his head. He seemed sad all of a sudden. Whatever happened, I of course didn’t know about it.
“Anything wrong?” I asked pulling out a plate and putting the slice on top of it. He shook his head. “The war, it’s in two days.” I nodded. “Is there something wrong? Do you think I should register for the war? I mean, is it too late?” I could easily put my mind to anything I wanted to do.
He was standing there looking at me and shook his head.
“I’m doing this,” he said. “For the people here, like you, so you don’t have to fight. There are a lot more people here than you’ve seen. There’s nearly five million, a thousand of us are going to be in the war. It’s actually concerned me for the first time that maybe,” he stopped there as he saw a puffball roll by his foot. I smiled. He looked uneasy now. “What if I die?” he asked now. My eyes jumped out of their sockets unexpectedly. I felt like they jump out of their sockets and began rolling on the floor like the puffball but smaller. How could he even ask this? What I learned was to wish for the best. To pray at least. What gave him this idea?
“Are you scared?” I asked him.
He smiled and shook his head. “I’m just asking 'what if?'.” He said. What if, I’ve heard people say not to ask that?
“I doubt you’ll die.” I said.
The smile swept from his face. What? Had that made him feel worse?
Wasn’t other people’s opinions supposed to work? “That isn’t what Lindsay said,” he said. “She actually said the opposite.” I nodded even though I didn’t understand at all why any one would say that when they were getting married to them.
“That’s very stupid.” I commented. “You’re a strong person; I bet you that you could handle yourself.” It seemed very silent.
“So,” Glytherin said. “She said before I die in the war, she wants us to be married to feel a day of experience.”
I was pretty sure my blood ran cold and my skin went pail. I felt the prickles of hairs on my back. I felt my wings sprint up. I felt a rush of coldness go through me and unlike the unusual, I felt uncomfortably nauseous. “That’s wonderful!” I yelled. “At least you can get the marriage part over with, but trust me, you won’t die! It’ll be great! What time tomorrow? Has your guests found out yet?!” I was extremely loud like I’d been ecstatic about this.
“Well,” Glytherin said surprised by my optimistic attitude. “I’m glad you’re happy for me, everyone knows already. We sent out the message through the whole town. It’s at 11:00 I believe.” I nodded with an unbelievably large smile across my face. I tried to keep myself from frowning but you could see an accidental frown at the corner of my mouth but Glytherin didn’t look at me to notice it.
“You must be so excited.” I said taking a large bite out of my pizza, only because it was the only way to keep me silent and shut up.
“Yes,” he said. “I’ve been waiting to get married to my twenty-one year old wife who stole your identity and a piece of your name, I’m definitely ecstatic.” I finished my pizza in seconds and put the plate in the sink. Now, Glytherin was never going to come back.
“I’m gonna be a second,” I said. I ran up the stairs and tried not to show my face. I opened the bathroom door and flung myself inside. I fell into the bathtub but disregarded the pain. I sunk there by myself and cried. That’s exactly what I did. I sobbed in my dress silently until I felt alone.
“Get married,” I whispered to myself. “Get married, I don’t really care whether you get married to her or not. There won’t be any reason to sob over this, but when I get married, and I get a husband and all, you’re gonna wish that you hadn’t made this decision.” I looked at myself confidently into a hand mirror. I smiled at my red eyes. “I love you, and I don’t want you to get married to Lindsay, there I said it aloud.”
Although, I was only whispering; talking to myself even, which wasn't a good sign. After a moment of looking at myself cry, I stood up and looked at my wet dress. My hair was wet, my whole entire body soaked. I fell into a bath of soapy water. My wings were limp and wet now. This was perfect. I had an extra thing just holding me down. I stood up as the water trickled down my legs and I put a towel over my head drying me off. I looked into the bathroom mirror as my wings were drooping.
I opened the bathroom door as I went down stairs. Glytherin looked at me coming down and immediately rushed me back up. “What happened?” he asked not too much alarmed. “I fell into a tub of water by accident.” I said lamely and swallowing intensely. “What about you?” I asked. Glytherin shook his head and ran me back up to the bathroom. He searched through many of the cabinets and pulled out something a dark black. A robe. Who wears black robes? It’s not usual. He handed it to me. “Putting yourself in cold water in winter, very smart Orphelia.” He seemed upset. I nodded frowning.
“Accident.” I reassured him. He nodded murmuring something under his breath. “Why are you really here?” I asked him. He handed me a T-shirt and nothing else. Did he just want me to get dressed in a T-shirt? No pants? Only under garments. Sometimes, I don’t understand some people. I said thank you anyway.
When he left, I put on the T-shirt and the robe directly over it. It wasn’t a bath robe but just one made of polyester to keep you warm. I tied it around me now exiting the bathroom. Was I like a child to him? I felt like