The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 34: Anastasia Larsen

The moment I arrived home, I awoke from being blacked by the atmosphere I was previously surrounded by. When my vision refocused, my body made a bolt for the bathroom and I vomited my guts out as if I had the world's worst food poisoning. For a moment, there was no escape from the flashes. It was as if they were following me everywhere, there was no freedom from them.

In hopes of ease, there was practically a barricade on my door induced by myself. My family has no prior knowledge of me finally waking up, seeing as it's deep at night and I have no interest to go bother them from their sleep or even speak to anyone.

My body felt constricted like there was a permanent tightness to my chest I could never be rid of.

Slumped against my bedroom wall. Completely isolated from anyone's eyes, a strange ounce of relief finally begins to blanket down upon me which kills any urge I have to tear up.

Letting my gaze scan over the harrowing silence that surrounds my overly dramatic bedroom space, allowing my legs to drag me around in the constant circles I drew with my feet as my thoughts made for any entertainment purposes.

I just wanted it to stop. The constant noises in my head, the continuous cycle of the reoccurring thoughts I prided myself for getting rid of. I just needed to be blank for one moment so I could relax.

The motion of my throat constricting returned and I felt like I was suffocated, desperate for air. My weak legs carried me out to the crack of the balcony door as I pushed them open and relinquished to the night air.

A gasp of relief instantly escaped me as if I was no longer drowning. Without a thought from my mind, the motion of my legs moved me to the railing which my hands shot out to grip.

It was a simple night, tranquil in the best way possible. Allowing my gaze to sweep over the impressive castle garden that lay below me.

Shuddering from the instant relaxation that weaved into me like vines, a part of my heart always carried a rose tinted view for nature. The stillness, ethereal beauty in a form that was so undermined by everyone.

Forests that strive within the Eladora castle walls have always been my most favourite atmosphere to sink into. It was appalling the vision they carried, one to be too perfect for the human eye.

The urge to sneak through the halls and find myself embraced by the loving hug of mother nature was too tempting to be good. A flex encouraged my hand to say to hell with it and forget about everything for a moment.

Trailing my gaze from the further forests and back down the garden, my body went still as I caught a glimpse of something.

Something that was moving.

An animal perhaps?

Just an item in the wind?

No.

I feel my breath catch in my throat at the sight of a boy, he consciously kept checking over his shoulder while he grips his bag tightly.

My gaze narrows at the sight of him, was he a common thief? How on earth did he pass the guard then?

Although, he way he carried himself was nothing like a thief. Constantly tripping over his own feet and wobbling on his legs as if he was just learning how to walk.

He looked to be a tall guy, the illuminating moon light his hair to be revealed as a clement blonde. Circle glasses perched on his nose bridge that continuously begin to fall down. His legs stumbled over a pot and his body almost tipped over entirely before he caught himself. Standing up straighter while he returned his glasses back before they completely fell off.

A smile threatened my lips at the sight of his clumsiness before wariness returned to my surprisingly eased body. Pushing off of the railing with the intent to do something about him, my entire body tensed as he crouched in front of a bush trail of carnations.

Consciousness sunk into me as eyebrows furrowed, lips parting with the objective to yell at him. My chest tightened at the thought of what he would do to the beautiful yet benign flowers.

His hand fell into his bag that he clutched with an iron grip, while my hands fisted tightly.

"Hey-," my voice immediately died down the moment he reached in and pulled out garden materials?

My body remained taunt however it inched closer to the railing. Stitching my lips shut as I carefully studied what he was doing.

He handled the flowers with the utmost of care, a gentleness that almost seemed unfamiliar with the mayhem my life carried.

A lightness bloomed in my chest as a giddiness urged a smile on my lips again. Slumping down against the railing as I admired how he worked with finesse and elegance.

Such a calm serene atmosphere, for once I could hear the constant chattering in my overactive mind die down.

Releasing a small breath of relief, my entire mind goes into a haze at the sight of him. He was alluring as the flowers.

I could hear my heartbeat in my head, it was a foreign sentiment that made my stomach turn.

Watching as he sat straighter, admiring his work with a gentle smile. Packaging up his items in his bag again that he slinked it back onto his lanky shoulder.

Disappointment clouded my mind at the preparation of his depart so soon, curling my lips downwards in a frown. Resisting the urge to ask him to stay and continue what he was doing.

My own body stood up straighter as I stretched my arms up above my head, accidentally knocking my elbow against a potted plant I left on my balcony.

"No no no!" I whisper hissed as my hands shot out to catch the teetering item, I held my breath in a panic while instructing myself to remain as quiet as I can.

The tiny pot threatened to tip over completely before my desperate hands gripped the cold stone.

A gasp of relief fell from my lips as I hugged the pot to my chest with a heavy grip that could break it. I pressed my lips together as I lifted my head to see if he noticed.

And I see him standing gaped, wide eyes, and parted lips.

My stomach drops. The grip I had on the plant loosened to the point where I might almost drop it, however that was the least of my concerns as I stared down at the wide eyed boy.

He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, his shoulders tense while his expression fades to be one of guilt.

I inhale a sharp breath, rooted in the same spot as the only thing that moves is the wind carding through my hair.

What surprises me more, is the colour that drains from his face. He went from such a light hearted and eased expression, to resemble a corpse before. 

My mind shook back into consciousness as I gripped the railing in preparation to speak to him. Reassure him that everything was alright and he had no reason to seem so frightened. 

However before I got the chance to even speak, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night.