Your Highness ~ A Dnf Fanfiction

Lost

Really short one! This chapters short on purpose though!

Artist: Don't Know 😑

Word Count: 372

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I walk randomly letting my feet take me wherever. I don't pay attention to my surroundings but somehow I end up in the dining room where I meet my family.

"Clay, there you are! Just in time for lunch. Have a seat"

My mother says. 

I sit down without saying anything. Everyone stares at me. All of my siblings, both of my parents, and even the staff that's near by.

"Clay? What's wrong?"

My father asks.

I give him the death glare.

"You know what's wrong."

Tommy and Drista look at my parents confused while my Mom and Dad's expressions just soften. My mom sighs and starts speaking to me.

"Honey, you know we had to do it-"

"And you knew I loved him."

I snapped back.

Everyone was shocked. All eyes were on me like daggers. 

"Did you say, love?"

My Father asked.

"Maybe I did maybe I didn't. Either way it was wrong."

"Well attachments can interfere with the main task at hand, protecting."

I furrow my eyebrowns and pick at the food on my plate.

"But there wasn't any other solution?"

"Listen honey, we just want the best for you-"

"And the best for me is to be with George."

"Okay, what happened?"

Tommy chimes in.

I start to get really angered and defensive.

"You want to know what happened, WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED!"

I say raising my voice at the end.

"Clay, honey please, calm down."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN I'M IN RIGHT NOW?"

"Listen to your mother, it's for the best."

"SO I HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU GUYS BUT YOU NEVER LISTEN TO MY FEELINGS."

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me! End of conversation."

I gasp at that. So they're just going to sit there and end the conversation like nothing happened? I drop my utensils and get out of my seat.

"You know what. I'm not hungry."

"B-but Clay. You haven't eaten anything!"

I'm too angry to respond. So I walk away to my room. I slam the door shut and lay in my bed all day. Doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, crying, and thinking about all of my memories with George. I'm lost without my guide and protector. I'm lost.

'I've lost a person I can never regain.'

I eventually cry myself to sleep but wake up in the middle of the night to voices.

"We got you."