“It's okay little dove. We'll fix this! I'm sure you didn't mean-”
“It's all falling apart,” I murmur, my lips trembling with each word. “It's all falling apart.”
Mother embraces me. “I know little dove. I know. It's okay…”
“Am I evil?” I whisper, stepping back from her embrace again. This time, I look down to my hand where I had felt a buzz after the wish first exploded.
A flower had grown. A black star-shaped flower. It's no longer a loving pink. A mutantcorruptedversion of the amare flower.
The tenebris flower…
No! How did I become corrupt? Why am I growing such a poisonous flower?
I need to get away from everyone. I'm a threat!
“No, little dove!” Mother hushes and steps towards me. “Everything is-”
“Get away from me!” Just as I finish my sentence, black flowers break the floor and twist around Mother, wrapping around her stomach and wrists. She gasps before trying to rip through them, but they're too strong.
Shit!
“Amias, calm down!” I glance over to see Erasmus and Glaide approaching, both putting their hands up defensively.
No! I need to leave!Now!“I'm sorry!” I cry.
“Brother!”
“Amias! You're only making it-”
I dash past Mother and shove myself from between Erasmus and Glaide. They grab my arms and I tug myself away, only for the flowers to twist around them too and pull them back.
“Amias!”
Fuck! What am I doing?
I sprint past them and rush out of the closest door. From there, my feet take me running through dark and silent hallways and stairs, suffocating on my choking throat. I don't know where I'm going but I need to be out of here.
My legs wobble and damn near collapse with each step. Tears threaten to spill.
Why am I evil? How do I fix it? Is it even fixable? Am I too far gone? If I needed anymore evidence that I had become a vile disgusting creature, it's this! I have learned nothing!
I burst through large double doors to the outside and sprint when I realize too late there's a figure in front of me. I crash into it, slamming us to the ground.
I immediately push myself off of them when I look at the face and realize its familiarity. The long brown hair, the slight fire in her eyes caught from a dim lamp post close by.
No. No way. She can't be… Not when I'm like this…
Clara?
Chapter 39
Ignatia
I sniff the air.
Nothing smells concerning. Just wafts of the sweet scent of flowers and faint warm aroma of baked treats.
I just need to find Amias without getting caught.
