The Enmity of Nobody Part 3

Nobody #2

Gwenyth Syul Lariter

Age 17

    I sat in the passenger seat of the car with my friends. I was giggling with all three of them. Miranda, Lynn, Sherwood, and I were all drunk after the party. Sherwood was driving us back to Miranda's house so we could pass out. I sat next to her in the front with Lynn and Miranda sparring with their purses in the back. My long blonde hair was straighter then ever after using a hair dryer for once. A long, thick strand covered one of my eyes. As we pulled away from the party we were laughing and talking. None of us questioning the fact that the drunken Sherwood was driving. At least until she rammed into the tree. 

    I awoke surrounded by white light. "Grounded Angel!" Yelled the words of no one. I fell back to sleep.

    I woke up in a forest. I rubbed my head groggily before preceding to crack my knuckles and neck. I felt something on my neck. Cold. Wet.  One bite. I knew immediately that it was a vampire's. One reason was the man with blood trickling down his mouth in front of me. "Hello, I am Kei,"  he said. 

    "Hello, I am..." I stopped talking. What was my name? Where was I? Why was I here? Welcome to Chii, GWENYTH. We hope you enjoy the game. 

    I screamed as my back started burning. My flesh ripped as two feathery white wings exploded from my back. I gasped and fell forward into Kei. He picked me up in a princess hold and started walking. My eyes were wide open in fear and pain. Everything was stained scarlet by the rain. Why was the rain scarlet? Welcome to Chii, the land of scarlet rain. Kei laid me down on a bench My wings folded behing me. I shuddered as he walked off into the bamboo forest of the park. 

!~*~!

    I opened my eyes. Where was I? I was staring up at a sterile white ceiling. The room around me was the same white. The room smelled of medicine and blood. Ugh... Lots of blood. My head was spinning quiet tales about where I was. I weaved through its ideas until I came to the answer. A hospital. Oh great, just what I need. More stinking attention from my parents and the media. Like I need some reporter talking to my mother about the tragedy of my injuries or sickness or whatever. My mom was an actress and my father was a singer. My dad died early leaving us with a fortune and causing all the reporters to mob my mother and I with condolences, questions, and trying to make a scandal.

    "I know it's terrible that she got so hurt!" I heard someone say. My mother walked into the room talking on her phone–definitely to a reporter. "Ah, I need to go," she said, "Nythi just woke up!" I hated it when she called my Nythi. It made me feel like my real name wasn't good enough.

    "Hey mom," I said, using the word mom loosely. It isn't like the women ever mothered me.

    "Shut up," she said snapping shut the phone, "God! What the hell do you think you have done."

    "Gotten my self in a ridiculously expensive hospital with gross green jello," I replied nodding toward the offending substance on the table next to my bed. My mother slapped me, obviously angry. She never could control her anger. She nearly pushed me off a bridge for getting some directions wrong.

    "You have a broken arm, concussion, gigantic scar on your back, cuts on your neck, and practically a mafia of reporters causing me trouble!" she yelled, "What am I suposed to tell them? That my daughter was out partying drunk?"

    "No, you would lie. You always do," I replied in a matter-of-fact way, "What about Miranda, Lynn, and Sherwood?" I asked. 

    " Sherwood is injured less than you and the other two are scraped up," she said exasperatedly, "I need to go and do a photo shoot." She walked out without another word.