27 May 2012
"Oh." I replied, feeling as though I had said the wrong thing. Isadora seemed to sense this as she stood up, brushed herself off and said,
" It's fine, someone was going to tell you anyway. I'm just glad it was me." At this, she walked quickly towards the exit, pushed away the fabric scarf that doubled as a door and left. I winced. I'd never seen Isadora look so hurt. Phillip stared off into the distance, his chestnut glassy with worry. I felt like hugging him, making everything go away, making everything better. But I couldn't. I was a failure. I was going to get myself and the people who meant the most to me killed. Everything was my fault. If hadn't turned up, if I had just died there, no one would be in this mess. A single, shining tear slid down my cheek, and my heart withered, sinking down, down, down into a dark abyss, never to be found. I blinked rapidly, wiping my face half-heartedly. My shirt was soaked. Again, another thing I had ruined. I was so immersed in my sorrow, I didn't notice Phillip come sit next to me. I didn't notice him slid his arm round my shoulders. I didn't notice him let me bury my face in his chest. His shirt smelt of rosemary, comforting me. It smelt of home. His hand found it's way to my hair. He stroked it, making me relax. So this is what it feels like to be a house cat, constantly petted and stroked. I sighed gently, letting his hand caress my red curls. For a moment, everything was perfect, just me and Phillip. A peaceful world, interrupted by nothing. Nothing except Eliza. She came storming into the tent, eyes flashing with anger.
"Phillip. Hello... Gywn, isn't it?" She asked, putting on a sickly sweet voice. I nodded, unsure of what to say."Yes, well. Phillip, you're meant to be teaching Gywn how to control herself, not treating her like a pet dog."
Phillip stared at her and growled, his features deepening, turning wolfish. Eliza smiled sarcastically and turned to leave.
"Okay, okay. I'll leave you two lovebirds in peace." She said, laughing to herself, and skipped out of the tent.
Phillip stood up, rubbed his chin and spoke;
"Right, we better get started then. Stand up."
Following him, I stood up and walked outside into the forest. As I entered, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my blood fizzed in my veins. The wolf inside was calling...
Nightshade Part... 12 • Opuss № I