Whatever Remains - T. Richardosn (best ebook reader .TXT) 📗

door and I lied down there for a while. I wanted to go through a whole day being silent and sitting here. This would be the perfect birthday present. Not being near Shane or his mother. Not having my father sit and worry. Not having Amanda or Glytherin worry me. If anything could be any better… the potions!
A week ago when I’d gotten the potions, hid it, and put it under my bed. I reached down under me and all six sat there untouched. I stared at them wonderingly. Which one would perhaps make this day any better? Bravery? Abundance? Boldness? Happiness? The orange thing? Or maybe, Unthoughtfulness.
I would love not being thoughtful for just a moment. I looked at the label on the back. It lasted up to one day, disregards all of your thoughts so you don’t worry as much, is for purpose if you are permanently locked up in your mind alone. I thought, would this work? It lasted a day. Could this do something wrong for me? I wasn’t exactly locked, I wasn’t anything at the moment other than lying unhappily in bed.
My eyes switched over the happiness potion. I looked on the back of this too. It lasted one day, it keeps you happy, it was in use to disregard sadness. I wasn’t completely sad, I was just unhappy, not happy, not sad, I was just being my boring old self. My eyes ran over the orange potion. I looked at the back label even though I’d experienced this one already. It was meant to tell things that are on the mind. It lasted an hour, and was meant for saying things on the mind that couldn’t be put in words from what you’ve heard of. I breathed in. I wanted to get stuff off of my mind, not put wordless things into words. I wanted to not be afraid to say things. I looked at bravery now. To make oneself brave. Lasts three hours, and was used for when there were impossible situations, you’d be able to make things happen. What did it mean by that? I didn’t want to make things happen; I wanted to not be afraid, to feel like I could do something. I looked at abundance. I wasn’t abundance so I was gonna drop it. Today was my birthday, I didn’t want fake emotions to show.
I came up from the door now. “Did you like it?” Shane asked eating his floury pancakes that were fully cooked.
“Delicious,” I said out of full mockery. “Do you mind if I go out today, to the park possibly?” I asked my step-mother. She shook her head.
“Run off into your imaginary world of foolery.”
I ignored that and nodded. I dressed into a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I put my hair in a bow and my shoes untied. I looked around wandering for one more thing. Where were my keys? Shane threw them at me as I flinched away. They fell to the ground. I looked at him blandly.
“Thanks,” I said with a harsh tone. He smiled. Were they actually starting to hate me? I opened the door as I stepped out. I heard the sound of dogs barking and the cars roaming the street. The air smelt of water. It always smelt like rain this week. It was a non-stop raining week for us but today, it was unusually bright. I felt that sudden sharp pain in my back again.
I fell to the ground dropping my keys before me. I yelped. I put one hand on my back and another on the floor keeping me up. I soon fell down. The pain felt like an extremely dull knife trying to cut through me but couldn’t. I turned around on the ground trying to lean the pain into the floor. I pounced on the ground in awkward movements that you’d see a person who was in agony do.
I yelled again as the sharp pain began to feel like it was ripping through me. I heard footsteps approaching. I ignored it due to the pain. What if someone thought I was crazy? That would be the worst thing in the world. The pain finally cut through my skin a bit, I heard a ripping sound and I think I could’ve died from the shock.
On my birthday? Really? I was actually hoping that it could be a bit decent. “Are you ok Orphelia?” he asked, Glytherin. “No one should be going through the pain that you do.” I looked up in front of me. “Are you ok?” he said again. I nodded looking at him. I was wearing a white t-shirt. I was hoping the blood hadn’t gotten through the shirt if there was any.
“Come on,” he said reaching a hand out to me. I didn’t take it but felt some more shooting pain. “Orphelia, take my hand please.” He kept it out there but I didn’t look at him. I could hardly move from in the cramp of space I was in now to get the pain away. Why did my back do this every morning anyway? I felt his hands underneath my arms and he was pulling me up. He was strong like a warrior should be, but gentle like a doctor.
Look, there was actually something human about him. I didn’t open my eyes. “Look,” he said. I opened them now to see. He pulled out something from his pocket that was glittering. “I found my watch at the studio this morning; Ms. Alberry let me and my mother in.”
The pain began to burn. “I can’t move,” I said, “I feel too firm to do anything, I have no strength at all. I can’t believe I’m not crying or sweating. That’s unlikely of me.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Manners, fairies always have manners. Meaning no sweating, no messes, no being too out there, not being an outcast, I’d say.” I wasn’t an outcast. This was absolutely true.
“I’m going to pull you into the other dimension for a day,” he said. I shook my head vigorously.
“NO way!” I said quietly without waking any neighbors. “I don’t want to bother with your fiancé or you mother-in-law, I don’t want to do that!”
“The day,” he said. “Not the night.”
I nodded. What would I do in a place like that all night? All of a sudden, blankness.
* * *

The next moment, I felt myself falling to hard ground. I hit my back and yelled. A man surrounded me.
“What the hell is going on around here? An unexpected child birth?” I scowled a face at him. “Glytherin,” the man said. “Have you brought home another angry leprechaun?” The man had a strong English accent that I admired greatly. It was beautiful.
“No,” Glytherin said. “Tell me, Rigor, have you ever seen a fairy get her wings, I hear it’s quite nice.” He said mocking him. Rigor stood back a bit.
“Wings!?” I yelled. “I don’t want wings!” Glytherin smirked. Was he enjoying the pain I was in? The pain quickly stopped. Was it something about this place that changed everything?
“Fairies are so pretty,” Rigor said. “Naïve, but gorgeous, aren’t they Glytherin?” Glytherin didn’t answer. I stayed on the floor.
“I’m not naïve!” I yelled. Rigor smiled. I felt something underneath me. It felt like cloth. Rigor’s eyes widened.
“That is quite nice,” he said. “It looks kind of velvety; I haven’t seen any pair of wings like that before. Very essential actually.” I looked underneath me. There lay two wings that were a deep blood red color of velvet and were extremely patterned with black swirls coming across it. “Definitely the wings of a warrior.” Rigor said taking a cigarette out of his pocket.”
Glytherin slapped him across the face taking it out of his hands. He threw it on the floor and stepped on it. Glytherin put a hand out to me. “Better?” he asked. I took his hand now nodding. Rigor stared at him now. “Are you both going to the castle like before?” Glytherin shook his head.
“Why would I want to take anyone near the princess or her mother? They’re such devilish people. I’ve told you about them haven’t I?” Rigor nodded.
“Well,” he said. “You should get out of the infirmary while I clean up, a critic is coming for some cleaning stuff. I told him we were the cleanest in the land, along with the only in the land.” I got up from the floor and looked behind me like a dog chasing its tail. I began turning around even. Glytherin held me straight.
“You may not want to do that in public.” He said leaving.
Rigor laughed. “As I said, naïve!” I wanted to growl at him too, just like a dog would. I followed Glytherin out. He handed me something. I held it up as it seemed to be a bottle. Glytherin looked at me in the corner of his eye. “Drink it,” he said. “It’s protection. It lasts all day so that means, no one can kill you unless striking at you physically.”
What was the point of that? I could easily die anyways. He touched my wings and I felt it. It was like it was apart of me and apart of my nervous system.
“That’s so cool.” He said looking behind me. I began drinking the potion. “The perfect description for your wings would be rose petals, purplish, and reddish.” I thought about this. It definitely would. We began walking in a zigzagged path of grass as the rest was surrounded by a meadow of colorful flowers.
“What were you planning to do today?” he asked me still in amazement of my wings. I shook my head.
“Nothing much.” I said.
He nodded. “Good, because I wanted to show you around today. Like right here, this path points us to mountains, going into trains, to wild animals. I was even hoping that I could try to teach you how to fly. I also wanted to introduce you to some fairies you may know. And maybe, you could even think about living here.” I walked further along the path now. I stopped thinking for a moment.
“What?” I said. “I can’t live here, it would be too much.”
Glytherin nodded. “But, it would be a lot safer for you.” I nodded as well.
“I know,” I said. “But I’m so young, I never have even thought of moving out of my house and being ready to live on my own.”
He looked at me with his eyes squinted. “I