Chapter 22: Chapter 22

The buzzing sound was deafening and it stirred me awake. My body feels cold. Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at the flickering lights. I was again inside this prison cell only this time I wasn’t alone.

The room looked as it was before, huge glass walls and cold cement flooring. I couldn’t see clearly, everything’s just blurry. My head felt like it’s about to explode.

I stared at the lady standing just outside my cell.

“Who are you?” I blinked, narrowing my eyes so that I could focus on her face but I failed. Her face was just blurry but I’m certain her hair was red and wavy.

The lady pressed her hand on the glass wall, “I need you to listen to me.” She said firmly.

“Your life is cursed, Feyre.” The redhead lady stated.

I was silent for a moment.

“What do you mean?” I don't understand. Where am I? I should get out of here.

She sighed, “It means you are already dying.”

Then everything went black. I heard noises, someone talking in the background.

“You shouldn’t have brought her to the market.” I recognized Izaac’s stern voice.

Then I heard a scoff, “She’s trapped here, Izaac. Even I can feel her frustration. She wanted to go out so I accompanied her. You didn’t see how hurt she was when she saw you and Saskia.”

Izaac fell silent.

“You can’t even take care of her.” Gideon spat, his tone showed how irritated he is right now.

“She likes you, asshole.” Gideon said those words like he’s so sure. But do I really like Izaac? I can’t even admit my feelings yet Gideon noticed. He’s really quick-witted, huh?

There was silence again. I can't see their faces because I'm pretending to be asleep to continue eavesdropping.

“That’s unfortunate.” Izaac muttered, I could feel his stares on me.

My breathing hitched. Izaac’s words were like needles in my heart, it hurts to hear it from his own mouth.

I heard footsteps walking away and the sound of the door bursting open. Just like that, I broke my own heart. Why am I so stupid? He’s a jerk. How can I like him?

“That heartless bastard!” Gideon hissed before walking out of the room as well.

Now I'm alone in my room. I let out the tears aching to escape from my eyes; the sobs from my lips came out silent. I couldn't even cry loudly knowing they might hear me. It's pathetic, this feeling.

I cried in frustration. This is what I get from Izaac then? False hopes and a freaking heartbreak. For a second, I thought he shared the same feeling as me. I really like talking to him, getting to know his sides.

Minutes later, I fell asleep again. Unmindful of the wetness of my pillow and sheets from my tears.

The sunlight hit my face. I rose from my sleep and yawned. Once I stood up from the bed, my feet felt like jelly and I fell to the cold ground with a loud noise.

“Shit,” I mumble to myself. Stupid!

I gripped onto the nearest table and tried to stand up slowly. I heaved a sigh when I succeeded.

Then I heard the door bust open.

“Feyre! Are you alright?” Gideon asked, holding my arm to help me get back to bed.

I looked at Izaac, Daniel and Sage on the door of my room. Ambrose was also there.

“We heard something.” Daniel uttered, looking around my room.

“I'm fine. I just fell over.” I replied with a small smile.

Ambrose then dismissed the others. He handed me a pill bottle.

“Take this before you sleep, it helps with the headaches.” He said before he headed out.

Sage, then walked inside with a tray of food and some paper bags. I remembered those are the bags Gideon and I brought from the market.

“Thanks, Sage.”

Sage winked at me, “Don't mention it. How are you feeling?”

“I feel better.” I fake a smile.

“Ambrose told me to keep you in your room for now. You get headaches frequently so it's better if you rest. I can get your easel and paints if you want?” Sage smiled when I nodded my head.

“Eat now. I'll be back shortly.” He turned his heel and left the room.

I looked at the tray of omelette and fruits. A smile stretched on my lips as I took a fork and began eating.

Actually, I don't feel any better. I feel like the headaches have worsened, my eyesight is no better as well. Not to mention, I have shaky legs. I'm pretty sure it's not because of the cold weather.

“Am I really dying?” I asked myself. I kept thinking of what the redhead lady said. It scares me slightly. What if I'm really as what she said, cursed; I'm dying and now my body is failing?

“Oh, I don't know anymore.” I shook my head and tried to focus on eating. I shrug off the thoughts running in my mind.

After I finished my meal, I stood up and slipped in my fluffy slippers that Gideon had bought.

I held the tray in my hand and walked downstairs. There's no one here. I quickly placed the tray on the counter. Then I heard squeals and laughter outside the window.

Peeking out the window curtains, my eyes landed on Izaac and that blonde girl. They were talking and playing arrows on the field.

“You still can't beat me.” Saskia said proudly, wiggling the bow in the air.

I turned around and hurriedly got to the stairs. Why am I torturing myself? Stupid!

My feet halted when I saw Sage exiting my room. Sage smiled when he saw me.

“I brought your art supplies. Tell me if you need anything, I'll be downstairs.” He said

I nodded, “Thank you.” I mumble

He walked past me, striding towards the hallway.

I turned the knob and went inside my room. Sitting on the corner of the bed, I sighed and stared at the blank canvas in front of me. On the ground were paints and brushes.

“Maybe I'll paint later.” I said to myself before collapsing on the soft sheets of my bed.

My head started to hurt. A pang of nausea hit me, I ran towards the sink and vomited. My mouth reeked of blood. Oh, shit. Here we go again.

I feel like my insides were being pulled out. I held the sink on the sides as I coughed blood. After a few minutes, I rinsed my mouth with water and wiped my lips with tissue. I also cleaned the splatter of blood in the sink and on the mirror.

My heart is beating so rapidly. I sat on the side of my bed and grabbed the pill bottle. I took one and swallowed it. Holding the bottle tightly on my chest, I let out a shaky breath. I'm scared. Something's wrong with me. Hell, maybe she's right. I'm dying.