entry for the writing competition (i'm late plzplzplz give me an extension gahhhhh-)

(the bold text is my part)

A girl suddenly appears in a street that had been previously empty, the street lights flickering on and off.

There doesn't seem to be anybody living in the houses nearby, as they're all covered in darkness.

The girl lightly treads down the street, nearing a vacant home. Her footsteps echo around the town, showing how abandoned it really is. She steps on the porch and puts her hand on the doorknob, hesitating slightly before opening it.

As she ponders whether or not to enter, the porch lights suddenly flick on, and the door begins to creak open. Fully aware of the dangers that may be inside, the girl proceeded into the dark house.

She steps inside, the floorboards creaking underneath her weight. Nervous that it might break in half, she carefully turns around to face the door, trying to exit. But just as she reaches for the doorknob, it slams shut in her face, though she didn’t touch it. “J-just the wind…” she says, her teeth chattering frantically as her mind races, thinking up a million possibilities as she turns back around.

As she mentally scolded herself for being so inconsiderate for coming into this house, there was a sudden movement coming from somewhere behind her. The girl quickly noticed it, and spun around swiftly, making sure that nothing was there or ready to attack when she made her next move. Clarifying that everything seemed alright, she continued down the long winded hall. Eventually she reached a door that read, “Come in, if you dare”.

She did dare, so she took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was pitch black, with no windows— at least, none that she could see— or light switch. When she closed the door fully, she considered turning back, but found that the door had somehow locked from the outside, although she hadn’t seen or heard anyone else inside. She then took a shaky breath, trying to regain her courage as she slowly ventured inside.

The room seemed pretty “normal” for the haunted-like house. It was merely just a study room, with a big desk and a lamp. But obviously, there had to be something more, this couldn’t be it. The girl began to ponder what part she was missing out - what had she not considered yet. Of course, there were many possibilities of what caused these weird things to happen, but the girl decided not to contemplate anymore, and actually looked around for clues. Since she has been locked in, the only way out would probably be another exit - meaning that there should be a key around here somewhere. She scavenged around the various parts of the room, but couldn’t find anything.. That is until she opened one of the drawers in the desk.

Her grin wide with glee, she scooped out a delicate, small, golden key, barely visible in the dim light. She then looked around, rubbing her eyes to try to help them adjust to the dark as she searched for some sort of door or exit. When she finally spotted one beneath a desk, she took the key out and placed it there. When she twisted it, it revealed a small, hidden tunnel, just tall enough for her to fit through if she crawled on her knees. She took another deep breath and crossed her fingers for luck before she entered, painfully crawling across the floor.

Did I have an absolutely amazing idea that translated badly to writing? Yes.
Did I do it on the last day because I may or may not have sprained my ankle from 6 hours of play practice every night? Yes.
Did I write a random pantoum in the middle just because I felt like it? Yes.
Is the ending of a much lower quality than the beginning? Yes.
Do I regret any of it? No.

You get no other context, aside from that I got slightly inspired by Beauty and the Beast, The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, and probably other things as well.

La patisserie de reves: The bakery of dreams

4th Weekly!

Name: Leslie Alaiya Blanchard
Species: Human
Age: 14
Personality: Leslie is a 14 year old girl who's generally shy around people. She's a INFJ, who tends to keep to herself. She does this so that way she can spend her life thinking and imagining what the world could be. Leslie can be unrealistic at times, but she doesn't care. She likes seeing things in her own way.

Leslie is an artist, and she isn't limited to just one kind of art. Every night, she gazes up at the stars and imagines all sorts of things. But Leslie isn't just a dreamer, she's a doer. She takes those dreams and creates them with art. Art is simply how Leslie expresses herself, and it's a key part of her life.

A downside to the way Leslie operates is that she likes to push herself to the limit. She can easily stay up all night just thinking and working, without realizing she has a life outside of her art. Leslie is in need of a friend or companion who can help her realize there's more to life then just creating things.

Leslie is also very sensitive. Even just the slightest insult can really tick her off. This is just one of the many reasons she tends to not hang out with other kids her age. At school, her priorities are just get though the day, and just live though it. She doesn't want much to do with anyone else, but she's willing to lend a helping hand if someone needs it. Leslie doesn't like talking about herself. She isn't rather fond of who she is yet until she achieves success in her life. She rather not tell people about what her hopes and dreams are, or what hardships she's going through. She is reluctant to trusting people, and talking about herself.

Overall, Leslie is an artist, who dreams about her future life, and is willing to work hard towards that goal. She's very modest for the most part, and extremely shy. Although she doesn't have many friends, she doesn't wish she had anymore. Leslie might not like telling people what's on her mind, but she's always willing to help others out.

Name: Triston Madison Blanchard
Species: Human
Age: 17
Personality: Trison is Leslie's older brother. He watches over her ever since their parents left them 10 years ago. His perspective on the world changes often, and Leslie has to cope with it. Trison tries his best to care for his sister, but at times it's proven to be a challenge.

Trison's favorite sound in the whole world is the sound of cars zooming by, of crowds cheering loudly, of anywhere there's noise. These sounds are the exact ones that drive his sister nuts. He wishes that one day, when Leslie is all grown up, he can move the the city and start a brand new life there. He wants to forget the life he had earlier, since it was low-key for the most part. He wants to be a journalist, and be big time.

Most people at Trison's school don't even know who he is. But he wants to change that. He wants to be well known one day, and then they'll all know his name. Unlike Leslie, Trison isn't afraid of talking to people. In fact, he's the life of every party. He gets tired really easily though, and that' causes issues for Leslie. Trison has a handful of good friends that he relies on, and that has helped him all thought his life.

A thing about Trison is that he often sees certain people as obstacles in his way of getting big. When this happens, he just wants to get rid of them as soon as possible. When Leslie has to deal with this, she tries to help him the best she can. But there are times where Trison's ego can get in the way of what he wants. This is the very thing that has been holding Trison back the majority of his life. In order to progress, he needs to overcome this and try and improve.

Trison, like his sister, is also very caring. He loves his sister to the ends of the Earth. She is the most important thing in his life. In terms of the romantic game, Trison has been unsuccessful. He dated a girl a year younger then him for a few months before realizing that she wasn't his type. Ever since then, Trison has been struggling to find someone else he can depend on. Leslie keeps encouraging him to try, but sometimes Trison feels like he just wants to give up.

Overall, Trison is a determined human who has plans for success. But in order to get there, he needs to overcome several things holding him back. One day, he vowed that people all over the world will know his name. Trison can't wait to be at that point, but first, he must sort key details in his life out.

School Gym
The gym looks like your average school gym, with it's basketball hoops, and rows and rows of bleachers. But is this really your ‘average school gym?’ No, it isn't. You know why?

Valentines Day.

The gym has been decked out in red and pink streamers. They have been hung from the basketball hoops, and continue all around the gym. There has been a table set up, that has been covered in a white table cloth. The bleachers have been pushed in to save space. The floors of the usually marked floor have been covered by bubble wrap.

The white lights have been tinted with red screening so they have a more red tone to them. Heart-shaped balloons have been tied up to the door knobs of various closets. A enormous DJ booth has been set up under one basketball hoop, taking up some space. Right next to it, speakers, on both sides of the booth, are connected to amplify the sound.

Over in one corner of the gym, a photo booth has been set up with a background of Paris. There's another booth next to that, which forms a line for the photo booth. Over on that wall, a huge banner has been hung up which read's ‘Ocean View High School Dance.’ That banner is a shimmery white color, adored with tiny red and pink hearts.

“Leslie!”

Leslie jumped up at the sound of her name. She was in algebra class, and she had been dozing off.

“Wh-What?” She asked. The students around her started laughing, causing Leslie to blush slightly.

“The answer to number seven?” The teacher demanded.

Leslie, her eyes wide open, starred down at her sheet, and scanned the page.

“Oh, uh…. y equals -3.5?” She answered, not at all confident.

“That is incorrect.” The teacher announced. “Sarah, the answer to number seven?”

"It's positive 3.5. Since both numbers are negative, your answer is going to be positive.“ Sarah answered in a know-it-all tone.

The teacher beamed at Sarah. ”Very good, and for you.“ She said, looking at Leslie. ”Instead of daydreaming, why not try to pay attention?“

Leslie gave a small nod, but didn't say anything.
*********
When school was finally over, Leslie didn't hesitate to run home. She rather be there then stuck at school with all the students walking around. but before she reached the front door, someone stopped her. They reached out and tugged on Sarah's hoodie tight, with enough force to make her fall. Laughter quickly arose as Leslie looked around to see who did it.

”Hello, Daydreamer.“ A voice mocked. It was Sarah. Leslie slowly pushed herself back up and eyed Sarah closely.

”Was that necessary?“ She asked. That caused Sarah to laugh harder.

”No, but I enjoyed every second of it.“ She said with a smirk. ”Maybe now you'll learn.“

Leslie rolled her eyes, unsure what to do. She could easily go tell a teacher on Sarah, but she wasn't sure if that was the right choice to make.

”Leslie!“ A voice outside the school yelled.

Leslie's eyes widened for a moment, before she turned back towards Sarah.

”Bye.“ She said in a weak voice. She then proceeded to leave before Sarah could do anything else.

Leslie's older brother, Trison was waiting for her outside. She smiled as she walked towards him.

”How was your day?“ He asked.

Leslie shrugged, and decided not to tell him about math class or what happened in the hallway.

”Not very talkative, I see.“ He pointed out.

”Is that such a remarkable discovery for you?“ She asked. ”Is it so universal that your going to write it down in that diary of yours, and then save it for a rainy day?“

”Ha ha, very funny. No, I'm not, I was simply asking, that's all.“ He said.

Leslie glanced up at her brother and grinned. ”So what about you? Anything remarkably exciting happen to you today?“ She asked.

”Nothing much, just the usual. A+ on English essay, still no date to the Valentine's day dance, desperately trying to figure stuff out.“ He said. After that, he paused and turned to face his sister.

”One day, Leslie. One day…" He said, and Leslie laughed.

The two chatted amongst themselves all the way home. Now at home, Leslie felt better then she did all day.

Aniela is a pirate with auburn hair, brown eyes, freckles, a bubbly and adventurous attitude, and an energetic and outgoing personality. She loves to make people laugh and finds it her duty to make sure that anyone she’s around doesn’t have a frown upon their face. Though, as an ambivert, she automatically takes on the role of a leader in any situation. Because of her leadership skills, she is one of the many leaders of her pirate crew. She mainly speaks gently to them, but she can quickly become bossy and loud if she needs to. Aniela is also very curious and has a great tendency to question things whenever she feels like it, which is mostly all of the time. Although her eyepatch, covering a scarred eye made from a creature’s claws, may scare off people at first glance, once you get to know her, the more you realize how kind and considerate she really is— unless you’re one of her enemies, of course. She is in her early twenties and therefore mostly acts mature, though sometimes she lets out an excited squeal if she can’t help herself— usually when she finds hidden treasure or spotted an adorable animal. Her heart isn’t made of stone from her traumatic backstory, but she instead tries to be an optimist to make sure that others don’t ever get the chance to feel her heartbreak, as she always puts others over herself. She tries to be kind, calm, and patient to everyone around her, though, if frustrated, Aniela does release a small temper that she’s deeply trying to subdue over time. Aniela is also a very independent and secretive person who prefers to keep her problems to herself, believing that it’s her mission to stop them and that telling other people only adds more trouble and unnecessary complications. (305 words)

Georgle is, despite popular opinion, a pretty relaxed twenty year old, though sometimes he questions everything and likes to double-check that he didn’t forget anything before he leaves. Georgle has oil black hair that’s almost always messy, blue eyes that sparkle and glance at every nook and cranny whenever you look at them, and is Aniela’s right hand man. He’s an omnivert, so he can get very stressed and drained easily, though he can also be the opposite: energetic and caffeinated-like in situations with certain qualities, though it mainly depends on Georgle’s current mood. He usually checks, double-checks, and triple-checks everything Aniela does and tends to, not on purpose, however, trail behind her, since Aniela is very independent. But because of this, she ignores him most of the time, confident in her abilities, and therefore causes Georgle not to keep up with her almost ninety percent of the time he’s around her. Although, it is true that, without Georgle, Aniela’s missions and adventures would not run as smoothly, although she is determined not to admit that. Despite their mini rivalry, Aniela does enjoy having Georgle at her side, since he helps keep her emotions and temper in-check, whether she asks or not. So, in a way, Georgle is Aniela’s guide dog, helping her find her way to victory, though he is too humble to take any of the credit. For the most part, however, Georgle is shy and tentative, though he is eager and willing to take orders and will do anything for Aniela, including having his own life taken in any means if it helps her succeed. Additionally, their friendship runs deep, since they met through an orphanage, as they were both abandoned by their parents at an early age. They grew up together and cared for each other, becoming the family they never got to have. When they eventually escaped from the orphanage, they started an organization dedicated to adventuring to distant lands to gain money; something that they never got the opportunity to have as young orphans. This organization soon turned into a pirate crew, which they have run for more than six years now, and Georgle still tries his best to be there for Aniela and be the brother she never had, no matter the cost. (380 words)

The ship, swaying with the gentle tide of the light blue waters, holds the ship’s crew, which consists of its leader, Aniela, and the rest of her pirates. Aniela stares out at the sea, the slow rocking of the waves moving the ship ever so slightly. A beautiful array of red fills the sky, swallowing it in a rainbow of color. The red light of the sunset shines onto the blue waves, tinting it in a dark shade of maroon, mixing with the blue with an eerie glow. Aniela lets out a romantic sigh, her eyes glued to the beautiful moment as her breath comes out in a white puff of fog. She leans against the boat’s rails, which are made out of iron and are colored silver. Engraved near the bottom of the ship’s hull is the word “Titan” engraved in golden cursive print. The rest of the boat matches in a golden brown hue, giving the boat an elegant gleam. (162 words)

I wake, unable to sleep due to the jarring turns caused by the rough ocean waves. They slosh the boat around, causing me to stumble around the bottom floor, my auburn hair flying. My light brown eyes are half closed as I climb up the ladder, deciding to stay above deck instead of sleeping. At least up there I could throw up as much as I wanted. But when I reach the floor, I spot a familiar face.
“What are you doing here, Georgle?”
He turns around to face me, slightly alarmed since he didn’t hear me come up. Then he yawns. “I could say the same to you,” He says, looking smug and sleep deprived.
I scoff and move towards the rails where Georgle is, leaning against it with one arm and using the other to keep my balance.
Georgle, I respond, saying, “Couldn’t sleep.”
He looks towards me, concerned, as though that was a big problem. I hate when he does that; it makes everything seem like a problem. But then again, it’s kind of sweet, knowing that he always has my back and is constantly looking out for me.
He grabs my hand and squeezes it reassuringly as I gaze at the current, watching it swash mesmerizingly. Before I know it, I’ve fallen asleep, the lovely view of the bright red sunset still engraved inside my head.
The next morning, my eyes flutter open, noting Georgle still at my side with noticeable dark circles under his navy blue eyes.
Once I regain my senses, I yawn and push myself away from Georgle. I tell him to go to sleep, but, before he answers, I usher him into his bedroom and lock him inside. Brotherly love.
I then dust off my hands, take a deep breath, and head downstairs to face my fellow pirates.

—

“Hey everyone!” I say as I swing open the door.
They all politely greet me back, some shaking the others awake impatiently, others hiding something behind their back, and the rest cleaning their weapons.
“I’ve found a treasure map.”
Everyone sits upright.
“Finally,” Phineas mutters, one of my least favorite pirates.
I ignore him and continue. “We’re going to travel to Hudson Bay and follow this map,” I wave the map around before continuing. “to find the treasure. But if I see a single one of you second guessing me or my opinions,” I glare at Phineas. “you’re getting thrown right off the ship. Are we clear?”
I get nods and a few grumbles —mostly from Phineas— as a response.
I take that as a yes and head back upstairs, the low heels of my boots clicking as I walk across the wooden floor. (450 words)

On my way to the top floor, I pass by Georgle’s room and finally unlock it. He greets my sly smile with an exaggerated sigh.
Together, we climb up the rungs of the ladder. When my head peeks out from below deck, I observe the action above. All I see is Georgle, who went up before me. No one else seems to be there.
As I reach the floor, I pass him, patting him on the back as I tell him about the treasure map. Once I am done, he looks back up at, his eyes wide with astonishment.
“Can I see?” He says, still shocked as he points to the treasure map.
I nod and hand it over. He scans it, intrigued, before looking back at me. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”
I grin. “That’s the spirit.”
I call the pirates upstairs, and they do so, though most are still sleepy and are rubbing their eyes constantly— the only thing that’s keeping them awake.
Once everyone has come up, I say, “We will now start the mission.”
Everyone cheers and high-fives their friends— except Phineas, who doesn’t have any. He just rolls his eyes and folds his arms stubbornly.
“Take your positions!” I shout, causing everyone to dash around me in a blur, all hurrying to their stations with an excited energy.
The only person left is Georgle, who looks up at me expectantly.
I place a hand on his shoulder. “You, my friend, will stay with me.”
He grins and follows me to the front of the ship, everyone working hard to get it running as fast as possible. As soon as the sails are down, I start steering the ship forward, using the map as my guide.
I continue until the sun goes down, with Georgle continue pestering at me, saying that I should sleep.
“I can do the rest at night while you can rest,” Georgle says, somehow still at it.
I sigh, finally giving in. “Alright,” I say, wiping sweat from the hard day at work. “But only if you shut up after.”
He chuckles. “Come on, Aniela, you need to sleep.”
He drags me downstairs, the prying eyes of the crew staring at me as I go, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight up. As I wipe my sweat on my dress, I try to wipe away my fear as well. Something isn’t right…
But I don’t get to think much with Georgle still rambling on about how important sleep is all the way to my bedroom.
He swings open the door and locks me inside, winking before he does so and saying that it was revenge from earlier. I can’t blame him.
I sigh as I jump onto my bed, the sheets springing. I then lay down, trying to concentrate, though it’s hard with the constant sloshing of the waves moving the boat around all the time. The only good thing is that everything in here is nailed to the floor. It’s some comfort, though not much.
I take a deep breath and let my wrinkles cease, just thinking about me. Not the annoying Georgle and definitely not the pressuring crew. Especially not Phineas.
Being a leader in front of them is exhausting. And it’s draining me more than I know. But they need me more than I do. So, I have no choice, in a way.
I press my fingers against my temples and close my eyes, trying to stay calm. I take a deep breath and suddenly the world fades around me.

—

When I open my eyes again, I have been transported to my happy place somewhere inside my mind, with no sea, no pirates, no drama. Just me for advice. And advice is exactly what I need.
I start spitting out questions, spilling all of my recent worries and troubles, though most are about Phineas’ behavior.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I have talked and complained and stressed about everything the crew has been pressuring me to do: starting with finding a new adventure, keeping my crew happy and entertained, having to stay calm and collected after having to deal with Phineas’ sour attitude, and making sure no one makes fun of Georgle, my little brother of sorts. And, of course, trying to stay sane after listening to all of those beheaded pirate captains that Phineas shares every night, somehow coming up with a new one that’s more devastating than the other. He gets his points across, though. Except I think I’m the only one who notices.
By the time I have finished, tears are spilling out of my eye —since one is covered by an eyepatch—, I am on my knees, pleading on the floor.
I give a shaky, hollow breath. “What should I do?”
What do they expect of you?
I wipe the recent tears and try to regain my composure. “I-I don’t know. Phineas thinks I’m a coward, a bad leader… but maybe I won’t be a leader any longer.” I have to keep blinking to stop tears from flowing again. “The scary part is that the others might follow him. I might have had to walk the plank myself if I didn’t find that treasure map. They were bored to death and yearned for adventure, so if I fail, I doubt anyone will take my side.”
What about Phineas?
“H-he is… complicated, to say the least. He will definitely support me, though I doubt that will make any difference. The rest of the crew does not see him as a threat; just a weak little boy who is always following me like a lost lamb. And… I have to agree.” I stop, hesitating before I continue. “The most he will do for me is comfort me as I struggle, which won’t help much in terms of battle strategy. Plus, it’s like thirty against two, which, I have to say, isn’t the best odds.”
Are you sure Phineas does not have anything else to offer?
“Well yeah,” I say. “He just—”
I stop, cutting myself off as I realize something. “Thank you,” I whisper, switching back into reality.

—

I awake to the squeak of my cabin door’s hinges.
“Aniela,” Georgle hisses. “They need you upstairs!”
I groan and say, “Coming!”
I rub the tiredness out of my eyes and spring out of my bed, smiling more than I had been before.
I feel regenerated until I see Phineas waiting for me.
My blood starts to boil.
I sigh, placing my hand against my forehead in annoyance. “Not now, Phineas.”
Before he can answer, lightning strikes the sky in a flash of golden light, thunder soon following in its place.
But when the lightning fades away… it’s still pitch black.
Panic seizes my veins, and my crew’s too. No one can see anything so they’re all just screaming their heads off and bumping into each other like frightened puppies.
“Everyone, calm down!” I have to repeat the order multiple times before they finally do.
Suddenly it’s silent. All of them must be looking towards my voice. A chill goes down my back, and I have to take several deep breaths before I speak again.
“Does anyone have any lamps or candles?”
I hear a few murmurs of agreement, and satisfied, attempt to find my way back downstairs.
On the way down, my head accidentally hits something. I let out a pained gasp before the world fades around me.

—

When my eyes flutter open, I wake to the blinding light of the sun shining into my eyes. I have to blink to see my surroundings. The sky is tinged with red, reflecting its color against the clear blue waters so that it looks like a whale died there. Where am I?
I struggle to get up, as I’m currently laying on a floor as smooth as a brick wall, though someone forces me back down. Suddenly, I notice that all around me are worried faces, saying things that I don’t understand. I search their faces for any form of recognition. It’s all blank.
“Aniela!” The man who forced me down earlier gives a relieved grin. “You’re awake! I was afraid that you’d never wake up.”
I gaze into his blue eyes, confused and lost. “W-who are you?”

—

He tells me that my name is Aniela. I’m human. Female. Twenty-one years old.
Though, right now, I am a rock; dumb, slow, and stupid.
He explains everything he knows about me: about my past, the present, and what I want for the future. As he explains this, he never leaves my side, includes every little detail, and smoothes my hair and looks towards me after every memory, as if that might trigger it. It doesn’t.
Even after he explains my life story, I’m still as blank as an unused notebook. The only thing that I remember was waking up; nothing before that.
When the first tear trickles down his cheek, I start feeling sorry for the guy. I must’ve been a really big part of his life, and to lose it in the blink of an eye…
I have a strange feeling that I know how that feels.
I hug him.
We grieve together.

—

He leaves me in my room, letting me think.
He gives me too much time.

—

When he comes back, I remember everything. All of those memories, those old stories —even the sappy ones— have all come back.
I am about to tell him, but he seems interested in other subjects.
He sighs and joins me on my bed without asking first —not that I mind in the first place.
“How would you like it if we could go outside together?” At my perplexed expression he chuckles. “Just to relax, not remember. Just take a breath of fresh air and hope for the best, you know? Nothing fancy.”
I shift uncomfortably and say, “Okay, sure.”
Though something seems off.

—

I knew what would happen even before he took out the knife.
Going up to the above deck, it was too quiet. It was never this quiet, and never had been before. Something was definitely off. I just couldn’t place it.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Georgle says, trying to start a conversation.
I look towards him quizzically. “What’s beautiful?”
He points to the sea. “Don’t you love how the sun shines onto the water, making it look like a sea of doom and blood…” He glances towards me hungrily. “…and vengeance.”
I hear him unsheathe his knife from his coat pocket, and luckily sprang out of the way before I get stabbed, nearly missing the target.
I take a deep, shuddering breath. “Why are you doing this?”
He laughs. But not like Georgle.
“Who are you?”

—

He rips off his disguise gleefully, revealing…
“Phineas?!”
Another laugh, as though my reaction was amusing.
He smiles smugly. “Who were you expecting?’
I growl. “That’s enough, Phineas. Put down the knife,” I say, eyeing it suspiciously as I anticipated another attack.
When he swung, I flipped and took it from him before it could scrape me.
I could see the scales tipping.
“What are y-”
I stab him.

—

One week later…

I awake from the nightmares that never stop coming.
It’s always the same scene: stabbing Phineas in the chest. the blood pouring onto my hands. His pained screams echoing forever until morning comes.
An never-ending abyss of fear and hatred and blood and revenge.
Georgle —the real one— walks into the room, not caring enough to knock. At my pained expression he stops dead in his tracks.
“What’s wrong?” He bends down to meet my eye level, but I shoo him away.
“It’s nothing,” I lie, trying to regain my composure.
I haven’t told anyone about the nightmares yet, nor my fear.
He sighs. “You don’t need to lie to me.”
So I stop. “After I killed Phineas, I’ve been having nightmares about the same scene, over and over and over again…”
I gaze into his lovely blue eyes, looking towards them for support. “I think I’m afraid.”
Georgle’s eyes widen. “Of what?”
“Of someone betraying me.”
His expression turns serious and hard to read, leaving me impatient.
Finally, he speaks. “Aniela, if you ever have any problems, don’t be afraid to come to me.”
I have to blink repeatedly to stop the tears in my eyes from spilling. “Really?”
“Of course. I’ll always be there for you.”
I smile. “And I’ll always be there for you.”
I rest my head against his shoulders, finally at peace.

sorry for the bad ending and having my writing slowly getting worse as i neared the end ;;; by then i was getting impatient, so sorry aufonalf