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

room where I left the both of them and went back to Rigor’s mother. I refused to call him Matthew, the guy who ruined my life. I couldn’t be mad anymore though. Rigor did so many things for me and I just couldn’t.

Later on, we walked on the beach. I was able to wear my wings freely, but I didn’t with my coat on. The beach was the only way we could get to the infirmary, and the infirmary was the only way we could transport into whatever hell I lived in. Rigor and Glytherin were talking behind me. About usual stuff, what happened during the war, what we were all going to do next: live in Rigor’s house?
Snow was still falling, but gently. The infirmary was just in sight and it was whiter than ever. Glytherin and Rigor were still talking. “Are you sure?” Rigor asked.
“That would be a risk. What if you need it again?”
“Need what?” I asked getting in the way.
Rigor smiled. “He said he’d throw away his transporter, it’s the only one here, and he wants to trash it.”
I looked at Glytherin now. “Why?” I asked. Glytherin bit his lip. He seemed tense as he was crossing his arms. “I’ll explain it to you later,” he said. “We just have to get back before a storm starts.” It was four o’clock here and eight o’clock around where I lived. Why did we have to choose now? I just remembered.
Glytherin had explained to me that we were going to go to my house, then to the school to un-enroll me and then we would come back. Why would he want to un-enroll me? It made sense. I gave it a quick thought. Was it to stop charging my step-mother for me going there? I guess that was nice. I didn’t really care for her though. We walked on now and I looked around. The ice of the ocean fell on my feet again. I staggered away from it now.
I’d never be used to the coldness of this place that stayed winter for every year of its days. I thought about when I got to go to the beach. I’d never be able to do that again. I’d never be able to go outside and ride my bike. I’d never get to do ballet. Did this place have other stuff that I could do here? Could I become an actress? Did they even have those? Could I become a singer either? I knew they had dancing. Dancing was so popular and it was what everyone had in every place available. All of a sudden, I realized Glytherin had been talking to me.
“Hey!” Rigor yelled. “Are you ok?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I said turning to Glytherin.
“Well,” he said. “I was wondering what you thought about going on a trip with Rigor’s parents next month, without him.” I looked at Rigor now.
“That makes no sense, I hardly even know your parents.”
Rigor looked dumbly at the ground. “I told you Rigor.” Glytherin said to him.
Glytherin stared at me for a moment and then looked away and smiled while talking to Rigor again about movies. Movies? There were acting jobs around here weren’t there? “Glytherin?” I said. He looked up at me letting me know he was listening. “So I’m not going home?” His stare turned kind of confused and a little disappointed.
“If you want to.” He answered putting his sneakers in the sand. The sand felt colder than the sea, which was because I wasn’t wearing any shoes or sandals at all. Just one of Glytherin’s huge coat and a pair of jeans he picked up from my house.
This morning, I realized that my hair was still the same way as it was before. I was going to keep it this way. I liked it. I didn’t wear makeup though. It wasn’t what I usually did.
“So are you going to?” he asked. I thought back at what he said. If you want to. I shook my head.
“I was miserable.” I admitted. He nodded with his disappointment erasing from his face. He looked up at me.
“Good.” He answered. “I was hoping you wouldn’t want to.” I could easily tell too. Rigors head was down tangling his hair up in curls. We reached the door of the infirmary. I looked around it and it was white like the first time I entered. This is where I got my ability to talk and my wings. This is where my life differed. I stepped in and Glytherin held my hand as Rigor, on the other side of me, hooked onto my shoulder. Glytherin looked at the watch as if looking for the time of day and then I went into certain blackness. What I saw was different now. I couldn’t see Glytherin or Rigor but I did see the stars and then my ballet class, my school, then Glytherin’s house, then my house.
He pressed the button which stopped it. Once I touched ground again, I tumbled down as both of the guys reached up to get me. I hadn’t dropped before. Why now? I was in my bedroom. I looked around. Everything was as it was left except open drawers where Glytherin got some stuff. I looked around, I immediately knew what I wanted first. I grabbed my mother’s poetry book from off of my dresser along with Glytherin’s one from my birthday which he immediately blushed to and looked away. I chuckled softly.
Underneath my bed, I grabbed a hold of a picture of my mother and I took a potion that was left under my bed. It was the un-thoughtful-ness one. I really needed this one. Elizabeth was right. I did think too much. I looked at it and had it set in my arms. “I got everything I need.” I said unconfidently. Glytherin nodded and Rigor pulled a plastic bag out of his back pocket. I filled it with my things as he let it go and gave it to me. I tied it up with my fingers shaking. Why were they shaking? Why was everyone so silent too? I felt uncomfortable. “Next place, the school.” Glytherin announced holding my hand again. We all connected.

The hallways were bright and noisy. I looked around as parents were walking around. I looked around at Rigor who didn’t look much like himself anymore. What happened?! He was Matthew again! I tapped Glytherin. He sent me a straight stare and I pointed to Rigor whose arm I let go of.
Glytherin nodded and still clutched my hand. “It’s something he put on himself; he looks different in all dimensions. Rigor stared down at me as I stared carefully up. All of a sudden, I wanted to punch him in the face. He reminded me of Matthew and all the pain he caused. Then all of a sudden, a girl came from a hallway. She looked stubbornly at Rigor who was standing there stubbornly smiling. It was Keely. She wasn’t happy either.
“Matthew?” She said. Her full attention was on him not recognizing anyone else. You could tell Rigor wasn’t interested in her. She tied arms around him. “I knew she didn’t kill you!” tears ran down her face. Rigor looked annoyed.
“No you didn’t,” Glytherin said. She released Rigor and looked at Glytherin. “You actually were the first to blame her.”
Keely slowly looked at me. “Wow,” she said. “You look, different. Prettier actually-no hard feelings right?”
“Just because,” I began. “You complement me and then expect me to forgive you won’t mean that I will. Why would you care anyway if I forgave you?” She shot me a poisonous glance. Glytherin grabbed me the other way. I just realized that she’d been wearing an evening gown and was sparkling as usual. I looked back at her curiously.
“What’s the event?” I asked.
She smiled now still attached to Rigor. “It’s the celebration of your death, might as well not show up. You’ll just ruin a great party.” Glytherin looked down at me.
“You’re dead?” he asked. I looked up at him now. Did I look dead? He felt me, he touched me. I was definitely not dead!
“What do you mean dead?” I asked.
She looked at me plainly. “That’s what everyone thinks. I’m not surprised though. I met Matthew after the party where no one saw him. Then he left. He wasn’t poisoned, he wasn’t disintegrated, he probably just went on a runaway trip.” She looked at Rigor and touched his lip and kissed him. “Isn’t that right babe?” she asked. Rigor looked around at me and Glytherin who were staring angrily.
Why didn’t Rigor tell anyone? He must’ve thought that. Why didn’t he tell anyone that before I splashed him, that someone saw him directly after? This was extremely messed up.
“So that means I’m already off the list,” I said to Glytherin trying to change his mood.
“I guess there was no reason for us even coming,” he admitted. He released my hand and began walking in the other direction.
“Oh, but Glytherin,” Keely said. “Everyone thinks you’ve been at home sick, they want you back though. When are you going to tell them you’re fine?” Glytherin still had anger in his eyes.
He shrugged. “When Matthew does,” he said. Rigor was exceptionally angry. I didn’t want him to turn into a Matthew face. I just wasn’t used to that. I only wanted to see Rigor. Rigor hesitated.
“I can’t.” he admitted. “I can’t do that; I don’t want to come here anymore.” I thought about this. Wouldn’t everyone end up revealing themselves in the end?
“Matthew tell them! Keep this bad hate off of Glytherin and Lea!” Oh no. “Please Matthew! Lea is so upset that you don’t even understand! Glytherin, I don’t even understand how this was blamed on him, but Lea, think about the girls.” Lea… lea… lea… It’s all about lea.
“Lea isn’t my name!” I yelled. Rage went through me and out a lot slower than it had with Glytherin. “It’s not my name so please! I’m begging you don’t call me that.”
Keely parted from Rigor and Glytherin looked down at his shoes. “Keely, no one needs to know that we’re here. None of us need to