Gone. ((Closed))

[kyra]

Kyra stepped from the carriage. She sighed. She didn’t want to be doing this. She didn’t want to be anywhere near this place. Kyra looked back at the carriage as she excited. This was her last chance to bail. She sighed. She couldn’t. She had to go. After talking with Celia earlier that day, she decided that she defiantly didn’t want to go, but this wasn’t really a choice. It wasn’t a choice if Kyra wanted to see Layne again which of course she did. Kyra eyed the village around her. She had never liked this place. The whole thing had always seemed so dirty to her when others thought that the village was lovely. But then again, not everyone had lived in Hogsmeade their whole lives as Kyra had. She was even born in the stupid village. Kyra sighed. Why was it that she was destined for this place? Kyra believed in destiny. But, why did Hogsmeade seem to be included in hers? She rolled her eyes at the stares from everyone. All the locals knew her and basically her whole life story. Poor Kyra, she had heard an old lady say once. They all knew that Clarissa was her grand-mother and Delaine was her mother. They all knew that the only decent person in her family was Chloe. Kyra sighed. She hated people judging her, but with Blade as a step-father, the judging came with the package.

Kyra walked silently. She could feel the stares that she was getting. Kyra was pretty sure that half of the village had heard about her troubles with Blade a week before. She sighed. Blade probably told people when he was drunk and then some people probably heard the arguments from the streets. People knew that the Thomas-Stone house-hold was full of drama and conflict. Kyra was pretty sure the whole thing was like a soap-opera to the village citizens. But to Kyra, it wasn’t a soap-opera . No, it was life. Kyra paused as she came upon her house. She sighed. Why did her house have to be on the outskirts? She sighed and then kept walking. Kyra wasn’t ready to go home just yet. No, there was one stop that she needed to make first. Kyra nodded to herself feeling as if this was a good decision. Yes, it was. She needed to talk with someone before she spoke with her mother and Blade. And there was only one person Kyra could talk to.

Knock, knock. Kyra waited. Silence. Knock, knock. “Chloe, it’s me. Let me in.” She persisted. There was another pause of silence and then Kyra heard the locks being removed. She smiled as the door opened. Kyra sighed as the door opened. “Hey. What was that for.” Chloe didn’t even smile. “Get in.” She said pulling Kyra inside. Kyra didn’t resist. Chloe bolted the doors closed after Kyra was settled. Then, Chloe looked at Kyra. She smiled. “Hey.” Chloe said hugging her niece. Kyra raised an eyebrow. “What was that for?” She asked. Chloe sighed. “Blade has come by here everyday this week. He knows Kyra and he isn’t happy that I know.” Kyra sighed. “That’s my fault. I’m sorry.” Chloe shook her head. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” She said confidently. Kyra eyed Chloe. “Not according to Blade.” She said shaking her head. Chloe grabbed Kyra’s shoulder. “Don’t you listen to him, Kyra. You’re better than him. You’re better than this place” Chloe said steadily. Kyra nodded.

“So, what do I do? About Layne, I mean? Should I go back for her?” Kyra asked. Chloe nodded. “Like I told you, you have to. Just until we figure out how to get Layne out and how to keep Blade away.” Kyra nodded. “You need to talk sense into Delaine.” Kyra said surely. Chloe sighed. “You mean your mum?” She asked. Kyra nodded. “I can’t call her that. Not anymore.” Kyra announced. Kyra thought that Chloe would get angry, but she didn’t. She just nodded. “I understand. I’ve been there before.” Kyra eyed Chloe as to say that she was confused, but she just nodded. “You, have. Haven’t you?” Kyra asked remembering. Chloe nodded as she took a seat in the living room. “All mum used to do was drink. I had five siblings and she would act as if she had none. I didn’t call her mum because she wasn’t and I don’t call her that now.” Chloe paused. Kyra sighed looking at Chloe with her small green eyes. “But, I want you to know, I regret the first time I called her Clarissa.” Chloe said surely. Kyra nodded. “Go home. It will work out.” Chloe announced. Kyra nodded and then slipped out of the house silently.

Kyra walked the murky streets as she neared her house. She winced as she walked up the path to the stupid, little shack. Kyra took in a deep breath. She walked up the steps with a grimace on her face. Kyra sighed as she pulled the door handle and opened the door. As she closed the door, there before her very eyes was Blade. “Hey.” Kyra said shortly. Blade glared at her. “Welcome back.” He said without any personality in his voice at all. Kyra walked across the room and stared at him. “Thanks, Blade.” She said gingerly. Blade eyed her. Kyra looked around the room. “Umm, should I just go to my room then?” She asked. Blade nodded. “Yes.” He said simply. Kyra nodded and then walked down the hall to the tiny room. She closed the door and instantly looked it. Kyra walked over to her blue painted, wooden desk. She sat down in her little painted chair. Kyra tore out a page from her pagebook. Well, there was nothing else to do.

Gone

If I could disappear for just a little while. I’d go far away. I’d laugh cause I was gone. I’d try not to look back, but remember the few good times. Because I was gone. Because I was gone.

I wish things were easier. I wish I could leave like that. But, life is too complicated. Life is too hard. I stay here for them. They need me now more than ever. But, I wish I was that girl, gone. I wish that I was gone forever. I have to stay here. It’s like I’m destined to be here. As sad as it is, this is the place for me. But, not because I want it to be. How much I would pay to be gone. I’d give anything. But, it’s not enough. The three people I need most are here. And they can’t be alone. So, I’ll give up my gone dream for now, but only for the time being. Because, one day I’ll be gone. And no one will remember me. And I’ll think back and smile. Because no one remembers me. That’s what I need. To be gone and forgotten. I wish I was gone and forgotten. Help me be gone and forgotten. Gone

Kyra looked up from her parchment as she finished. It was then that she noticed something. She didn’t hear screaming and she didn’t hear the cries of a scared Layne. Kyra didn’t hear anything at all but Blade listening to some music in the living space. Kyra eyed her door. Still, it didn’t move. Blade wasn’t coming in and he wasn’t trying to. What was wrong with this picture? Kyra hadn’t seen Layne or Delaine all day. Usually, Blade kept one of them at home at all times. Kyra sighed and left her chair. She unlocked her door calmly and stepped into the living space. Blade was listening to music and reading the paper. Kyra walked closer. “Blade, umm, where’s mum and Layne?” She didn’t say Delaine because that would upset Blade. Blade looked up at Kyra and then put his paper down. He had a smug, sly grin on his face. Kyra eyed him with her little green eyes. “Gone.” He said simply. Kyra sighed. “To the village? When are they coming back?” She asked simply. Blade stood up. “They’re not coming back. They’re away, in hiding from you. Kyra, you won’t see them again.” He said with a look of satisfaction on his face. Kyra’s stopped breathing for a minute. She eyed him with a look of despair on her face. “What?”

[kyra]

Kyra stared at Blade as if he wasn’t there. She just stared at him with her eyes full of pain. Blade was nearly smiling. He knew this hurt Kyra and that was just what he wanted. Blade began to walk circles around her. Kyra just stood there. Her eyed were now fixed upon the back wall. Blade continued to walk around her with that horrid look on his face. Kyra wanted to say so much, but she couldn’t bring herself to it. She just stood there like a human without a soul. Two people that she loved and needed were gone because of Blade. He loved to take things from Kyra, but this was going to far. Why did he love to hurt her so much? Why did her pain bring him so much joy? Kyra had never done anything to hurt him. Last week hadn’t been that big of a deal to her, but to Blade it had been. He took everything too far. Like he had taken this too far. Kyra knew this was all Blade’s doing. Delaine and Layne wouldn’t leave Kyra on their own. They loved her too much. Didn’t they. Didn’t they?

Kyra was working up the courage to speak. But, still, Blade said nothing. Kyra stared at his evil eyes now. “Why are you doing this?” She asked with such a tone of pain in her voice. “I need them. They need me.” She felt like screaming, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Blade eyed her. Kyra could see the anger building up in his eyes. “They don’t need you. They need me!” He screamed. “They need me!” He shouted some more. Kyra winced, feeling as though Blade might hit her. But, he didn’t. “That’s why they left. They wanted me and not you.” He told her with such an evil tone. Kyra shook her head. “No, you made them leave! You forced them to go!” Kyra shouted. She could see anger flicker in Blade’s eyes. “Wrong, little girl!” He said punching her in her lower ribs. The pain was so intense that Kyra fell to the ground. Kyra’s green eyes flicked to Blade as she moved around in pain. She watched him turn to the door and leave. “Have a nice life.” Blade said in a cool tone as he left. “Alone.” He added. Kyra shook her head still in pain of the floor. “Blade no!” She called. “Ahh!” Kyra shrieked in pain. Kyra knew that Blade wouldn’t come back and if he wouldn’t come back, they wouldn’t come back.

Kyra wormed feebly around the floor. She couldn’t gather enough strength to get up. All she could do was move a few inches and scream for help. But, no one heard. Usually, people gathered around the Thomas-Stone household to hear drama, but no one heard this. No one was waiting outside. Kyra was alone. She could tell a couple of her ribs were probably cracked or broken. Blade was a strong man and Kyra was a small girl. Kyra tried to move closer to the door, but she was loosing the battle. “Help!” She screamed yet again, but no one seemed to hear. Suddenly, Kyra heard someone walking up the steps. All her senses had been waiting to hear movement. “Help! Help!” She wailed. The person outside heard. “Kyra?” The voice said franticly as she entered the room. Kyra looked up at Chloe. “Chloe.” Kyra said often. “Oh my gosh. Who did this to you?” Chloe asked rushing to Kyra’s side. “Blade.” Kyra said simply. “He’s gone, Chloe. He took Layne and Delaine, and they’re not coming back.” Kyra said in tears now. Chloe touched Kyra’s face. “Don’t cry.” Chloe said holding in her tears. Chloe looked down to the ribs Kyra was holding tightly to. Chloe winced. “I’m going to get help. I’ll be back. Stay there.” Chloe said surely rushing from the house.

Kyra felt the cold air on her skin as two men moved her from the hell-hole house. It hadn’t taken long at all for Chloe to get help. Kyra just layed in the men’s’ arms trying not to pass out. Her ribs hurt badly and she was so tired and weak. Kyra didn’t know exactly where they were taking her nor did she care. She closed her for a minute, but she could still hear the crowds of people watching. But, Kyra didn’t care. No, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Layne was gone. Delaine was gone. What was Kyra supposed to do? Who did she have now? Chloe. Kyra had Chloe and no one else. She didn’t have friends at school. She didn’t have a family she could count on and her grandmother was an alcoholic. What was she supposed to do? Nothing. Kyra closed her eyes steadily and drifted into sleep land.

Kyra felt the men put her on a table minutes later. She opened her eyes. How long had she been asleep for? Kyra looked dizzily at the people hovering over her. Her shirt was lifted up a little bit so that her lower ribs were barely exposed. Kyra looked up sleepily. “Chloe?” She asked. “I’m here.” Chloe said sitting beside Kyra. Kyra let out a tad smile. Suddenly, a lady walked in. “Here, drink this.” She said giving Kyra a glass of some yellow liquid. Kyra eyed it, but then drank the glass. It didn’t exactly taste great, but she knew she had to drink it. Kyra looked up at everyone. The healer was standing above Kyra now. “He hit you pretty hard.” She explained. “He cracked two ribs.” Kyra sighed feeling the pain in her ribs. “We can heal some of the bruising and put bandages on them, but for the actual cracked ribs..” She paused. “I think in the end your ribs will be stronger if we just let them heal the muggle way. Time.” The healer finished. Kyra sighed. Great. She would have to endure pain for a month more. Kyra nodded lightly. “Fine.”

[kyra]

((This particular post can be rated PG-13. Especially for the ending.))

Hours had passed and Kyra was laying in the guestroom bed at Chloe’s house. Chloe layed beside Kyra stroking her hair lightly as Kyra stared at the ceiling. What had just happened? Did everything she thought just happened really happen? Kyra remembered her mum and Layne being gone and then Blade cracking two of her ribs. She sighed. It had all happened. It was all real. Kyra was living in the real world now when she really just wanted to live in a fake world. Kyra turned her head and looked at Chloe. Right now, Chloe was the only one who had Kyra’s back. Blade took Layne and Delaine. Kyra sniffled. How was she supposed to get by without her little sister and mum? How was she supposed to find them? Where did Blade hide them? Kyra felt like crying. She was very close, but the pain in her ribs held her back. Kyra pulled her hands over them to try to ease the pain with pressure. That just made it hurt more. She cried out. Chloe eyed Kyra with a scared look in her eyes. “Are you okay? Should I go get the healer?” Chloe said getting up. Kyra pushed her down with her feeble hand. “No, I’m just healing.” She said sighing. “Since I have to do it the muggle way, it will take time.” Kyra said nodding softly. Chloe nodded and then left the room. Kyra turned over in the bed and eyed the ceiling. What was she supposed to do?

Chloe walked back into the room moments later with a cup of soup in her hands. “Maybe you shouldn’t go back to school for the day.” She said softly. “Yea, I’ll go write Professor Dumbledore.” Chloe said turning towards the desk. She grabbed a piece of parchment. Kyra started to protest, but she couldn’t bring herself to it. She sighed. Maybe, a bit of a rest would do her some good. “Okay, but only for a couple of days.” Kyra said calmly. Chloe nodded. After she finished the note, Chloe looked over to Kyra. “You okay?” She asked. Kyra eyed Chloe and then shook her head. There was no use in lying. “He took two people that actually meant something to me. He just had to keep them from me.” Kyra paused and looked at Chloe. A tear fell from her eye. He really must have hated me, Chloe.” Kyra cried. Chloe shook her head and sat on the bed next to Kyra. “No, he’s afraid of you, baby.” Chloe said gently. “You’re so strong and smart. Blade knows Kyra. That’s why he’s doing this.” She paused. “He’s afraid.” Kyra eyed Chloe.

“Why should he be?” Kyra asked as Chloe poked the bowl of soup under Kyra’s neck. “The healer said to eat something.” She said shyly. “Because, Kyra. He raised you, girl. He raised you to be what he wanted you to be.” Chloe explained. “In a way, you are exactly what he wanted, but then again.” Chloe paused. “Even though you won’t admit it, you will always be your mother’s daughter.” Kyra whipped a tear from her face. “You turned out sort of how he wanted except that you’re smarter and you know more about this place than he does. And more than that, Kyra, you know more about Delaine and Layne than he ever thought was possible. That scares him Ky.” Kyra took a sip of the soup. She eyed Chloe as she thought about Blade. “I just hope he keeps them safe.” Kyra said softly. Chloe nodded. “He will, Ky. Because they’re the only ones he has.”

Kyra eyed the dark ceiling. Chloe had left her hours before after she had sent the letter to Dumbledore explaining everything and that Kyra was in no condition to be at classes on Monday. Kyra felt like crying, but she couldn’t. She was more angry than mad. She was mad at Blade and herself. She could have stopped him. Couldn’t she have? She could have kept them safe. They could be with her now, but they weren’t. Kyra couldn’t cry because then she would have to put some blame on herself, because in a way, Kyra felt like she could have stopped him. Kyra held her ribs as she pulled herself from the bed. She wasn’t really supposed to leave the bed much but she didn’t care. Kyra wasn’t really sure what she was doing, but she wasn’t thinking. She was just working on actions and not thoughts. Kyra made her way down the hall slowly. She sneaked into the bathroom without Chloe hearing anything. Kyra shut the bathroom door silently behind her. First, she made her way over to the window and placed her hand on it. Kyra breathed in the cold. She eyed the icy outsides carefully. Then, Kyra looked over at the shower. She saw something. Something that caught her eye. Kyra stepped towards the shower. She silently sat on the rim with her nightgown caressing the side of the tub. Kyra picked it up. A blade. But, this wasn’t the one that she feared. This wasn’t Blade. Kyra looked at the razor. No, this looked more like her friend. She picked it up as she folded up her nightgown sleeve. Kyra eyed the shiny metal blade. She looked up at the ceiling and then back down at it. This could be the answer for all of her questions. This could make some pain go away. Kyra smiled a tad bit. Then, she took the blade down on her skin. At first, Kyra cried softly, especially when she saw the blood come out like a slow, silent, sad stream. But, then, the pain made her feel warm inside. It made her feel powerful. Kyra then smiled a tad bit. It felt as though all her pain had be erased. Well, at least for the moment. And Kyra was ready and willing to take the risk of it coming back. She was as long as she could feel this happy and powerful now.