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

way I’m going to give you my wings, not now, not when I’m dead, and not in hell.” She gulped hardly against her throat to the point that I could see it.
“I’m dying, I need help.” I looked at her easily.
“I would but, that would be very painful for me, you’re not even a doctor either.”
“Do I have to?” she asked. “To pull out little girls’ wings? How old are you anyway, 13?” I shook my head. This was Shane’s age, not mine. I am glad I didn’t use the unthoughtfulness spell or I would’ve just handed my wings over.
“Do you mind if I leave?” I asked.
She nodded. “Of course I mind, I want to live!” She had an evil look to her eyes. Her face was contorted in a way that you could tell wasn't normal. “I just want to live. I don’t want to die anymore! You do understand how scary it is to die, right? It’s painful; I’m in so much pain, so much! I just want the doctor’s to keep me alive for a while.”
I nodded. “Exactly, my wings would only keep you alive for a longer while; I wouldn’t be saving anyone’s life.” She breathed heavily rolling her eyes at me. But then when she didn’t stop, I realized what had happened. Her eyes were rolling up inside her head and came back around. I gave her a disgusted face and then she looked at me. She sneezed. “Sorry,” she said sniffing. “I’m extremely sick.” I still looked at her weird. “I have less than a day to live, please give this moment to me and let me take your wings. I want to say goodbye to my family, and without your wings, I don’t have the strength to leave home.”
I just got my wings today though, I don’t understand this. She began talking again but I blocked what she was saying out. “I gotta go.” I insisted. The woman began to cry. I turned the knob where Glytherin still was.
“What’s wrong?” he said looking through the door. I shrugged. “She wanted my wings,” I whispered. “She wanted to sell them to keep her alive but then she was going to die anyway and there wouldn’t be a population at all.”
“But I thought you said that we should get rid of the population to keep everyone from worrying that it’d become extinct.” I nodded.
“I know,” I said. “But I like this, I like to breathe this air, I want to be me. Not be turned into something different.” He nodded. “Good.” He said. “She’s usually better behaved; I don’t know why she’s crying for your wings. It’s absolutely unbelievable.” I nodded.

We began walking near some woods where another house was. “Where are we going?” I asked. “I don’t want to be in someone’s house anymore, especially here, if someone tries to attack me, there will be no room for me to run away due to all of these trees.” Glytherin nodded.
“Yet, the only person you’d come to run away from would be me.”
“Why would I be running from you?” I asked. He shrugged. “Perhaps this is the house I live in when I’m not at the other dimension, when I’m not with my friends, when I’m not at Lindsay’s and when I’m not at my family’s house. I’m going to have to find a way to get, away. Understand?”
I nodded. “I’ve never met someone who’s sixteen and has their own house. It’s pretty incredible. You live on your own, do you pay for this?” He shook his head.
“Not if I’m the one that made this.” My eyes widened. “That’s cool.”
We came up to the front door where Glytherin pulled out his keys and stuffed them into the lock and opened it. Inside was a rocky cavern with a bright red carpet and furniture everywhere. It looked like a grown man might’ve lived here in the woods and made a million dollars and spent it on the inside of the house. My mouth widened without me knowing it. “Would you like to go in?” Glytherin asked.
I nodded. I was about to step in but then a spinning ball of fur rolled out the door. I screamed. “What is that!?”
Glytherin looked at it as it rolled off into the woods.
“I should close the windows before I leave, I don’t do that often.” He stepped inside and carefully slammed the windows down. I stayed there looking into the big house. It looked at least three stories high.
“Come in.” Glytherin said turning a light on. Everything shone brightly. I stepped inside as the door closed behind me. I flinched at it. “It doesn’t close until it feels that no one is near the door anymore, so it can’t slam you in the face.” I nodded my head tot this. Glytherin looked behind me now and at my wings. What was so important about wings? “I’m going to give you a jacket.” He said. “Around here, fairies are like animals, or that’s how people treat you, they want you for your skin, which are your wings.”
He handed me a jacket off of a peg and I put them over my wings. I heard shouting on the top floor. I looked up in an alarming fashion. “What’s that?” I asked looking around for Glytherin, but he was already running upstairs. I went up after him. I went up to the top of the stairs bumping into him. “What are you doing here?” he asked. I looked up passed him and spotted at most, five guys all the same age as Glytherin all in muscle and armor playing what looked like games on a TV. They all guiltily looked at him as if they did something wrong.
They all held beer bottles in their hands. “It’s been a while since you came down here Glythe.”
Glytherin nodded. “It’s been a week, I lost my watch.” The guys nodded and began tilting their heads to look at what they found behind him, me. I began hiding behind him trying to ignore their stares. “What do you have behind you Glythe? A gun? Are you going to kill us because we snuck into your house again?” Glytherin looked behind him not noticing that I was there.
“Oh,” he said. “This isn’t any gun, guys seriously? Just get out of my house.” One guy attempted to stand up but fell down again. “Just go downstairs.” Glytherin said now looking at them with disgust. One guy got up holding another. Glytherin helped out and once I was unhidden, the guys looked at me going down the stairs.
“Who are you?”
Glytherin began pulling one of the guys downstairs. A guy looked up at me, probably the only sensible one who wasn’t drunk other than Glytherin.
“Hello,” I said, “my name is Orphelia.” The guy nodded and pulled the guy down stairs. Glytherin was already at the bottom.
“Orphelia, can you pull the last two guys down?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I murmured. The last two guys were the least bulky out of all of them but were indeed muscular, kind of like Glytherin. “Ok,” I murmured to myself. I put my hands underneath their arms and their eyes opened to mine.
“Hello?” he said. I nodded. “Who are you?” he asked. I didn’t answer but slumped the both of them down stairs.
Once they were all done, there were four bodies on the ground, and Glytherin and the sensible guy were watching out on them along with me. “This is Lydiard, Orphelia.” I nodded to him. “Tell me,” he said to Lydiard. “What are you and the guys doing in my house? I might’ve kept the windows opened, but that wasn’t a sign saying: Free to come in and play my video games all you want!”
Lydiard looked guiltily at the ground. “Sorry Glytherin, we said we’d stay around for a few minutes and leave last night with everything in one piece but then they brought their cooler and began drinking and got a hangover this morning. I had nothing to do with the games. I was just there lying down making sure they wouldn’t break any of your crap.”
Glytherin looked angrily at them. “Ok,” he said. “Come Orphelia.” He dragged me back upstairs after all of that pulling of the other guys. I tripped over my own feet many of times. “What are we doing?” he asked. “I’m showing you my room.”


We stayed up there for hours looking around the house at different things. Elizabeth gave him potions too. The potions he had though were stuff that he had to make his life easier. He had many potions that were ineffective on him. Happiness potions, love potions, courage potions. They were all the same. In his room, I realized that he was very into art. He made things look so real in their artistic ways. I saw some baby pictures at the end that were in a drawer far off from the rest of the room. I picked one out. This was him in a hospital in this dimension with another child. I gasped.
“What?” he asked. I showed him the picture. It was the two of us in the same hospital room. I looked further into my picture and there was my mother in the background, and his.
“Oh,” he said. “I know, pretty nice right, it’s actually hard to look back on a life that you thought would always be perfect. Things don’t turn out what they seem to be, not all of the times." I nodded.
“I’m sorry. What’s wrong with your life anyway? It seems perfect to me.” He smiled and slumped against his king sized bed. “You have a huge house; you are famous for the engagement with the princess, everyone knows you, meaning popular, and you have so much support from your family that it’s unbelievable. What is not perfect

about that?” He frowned in thought.
“Everything,” he said. “The only reason why I have all of these things is because of the princess. She pays my mother and my grandmother. I don’t even love her, not even like her either. She’s gorgeous, yes, with the other face, and with the one she has now…” he realized what was wrong with that.
He left the room now, without finishing anything to try to keep it from becoming awkward. I began to blush and this time I knew it was easily able to be seen through my skin. She had my face then, he thought