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Lost Memories Of The Underworld

⚠️Warning: this deals with heavy topics such as abuse, self-doubt and swearing⚠️

*Aether's POV*

I groan in pain as I keep making my way down the nearest alleyway. I place my left hand onto the brick wall and transfer all of my weight to that side. I carefully move my fragile body down the dark space. My hearing is getting more and more faint. I hear a high pitched ringing in my ear. I can barely see the path ahead of me. I groan as I feel a sharp pain from my left side. I clasp my free hand to my side and fall to my knees.

I faintly hear a voice calling out to me. I turn and see a tall person with orange eyes and black to silver hair. They kneel down beside me.

"Hey, Are you ok?" They says in a worried voice that sounds faintly of a females but a little deeper so it's closer to a mans.

'Why does their voice sound so familiar?' I think to myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I say in a voice that holds slight pain to it. I slowly rise from the ground, a sharp pain rockets through my body again. I kneel back on the ground and turn my body so I'm sitting against the wall.

"Ok, maybe I'm not as fine as I might have thought" I say while my breathing gets heavier and faster slightly. I feel my eyes start to close.

*Dream*

I can hear the faint screaming of words from downstairs.

'Why can they never get along?'

'Why do they always have to fight?'

'This is all because of me'

'I'm the reason their fighting'

My thoughts got interrupted by the sound of something breaking. I wrap my arms around my knees and bring them up to my chest. I feel a hot stream of tears roll down my face as I sob quietly.

Through my panicked state, I can hear the banging of footsteps coming towards my room. I quickly get up and dash to my closet. I open it and drop to the floor, crawling into the little space behind my clothes and shoes.

Finx found this spot a few months ago. He told me, if I ever heard or felt something that scared me, to run and hide here. I never understood why I had to hide until I heard my bedroom door crash into the wall. I cowered with my hands and knees to my chest and leaned more into the closet back next to me. I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Lilith!" I hear Finx' voice call for me. I slowly flutter my eyes open and see Finx in the centre of my room looking around with a worried expression. His eyebrows are wrinkled together and his eyes show he's scared.

"Over here" I replied in almost a whisper but still loud enough for him to hear me. He races towards me and kneels down, put out his hand for me to take.

"Grab a bag and grab everything you need, ok?" He says quickly but slow enough for me to understand. I nod and go to grab my backpack and Finx leaves the room to get, what I'm assuming, is his own bag.

I start grabbing clothes and my little demon and phoenix plushies in my tiny hands. I shove everything into my dark grey backpack. I hear someone running towards my room. I turn and see Finx standing at my door and breathing heavily. He silently rushes in, grabbing my small hand and my bag. He places the bag on my back. I notice he has his light grey one filled with his stuff.

He pulls me to the window, at the far end of my room and tells me to climb through and down until my feet touch the ground.

When I am about halfway down, I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and I look up to see Finx being thrown away from the window. I climb quicker down the side of the house. I was too scared to go back up so I ran to the front garden and waited anxiously for my big brother to appear from the depths of the house.

After a couple of minutes later, I hear the front door open revealing a bloodied and bruised Finx. He's slowly limps towards me and I can hear the yelling from our mother inside.

"No matter where you hide!... I will always find you!" We hear her yell, slightly out of breath, from the front porch as we walk down the street as fast as we can.

"Hey" I hear Finx say and I look up to stare him in his grey eyes.

"Hey, wake up" I look at him confused. I then start to realise everything got darker. I close my eyes tight, I grip onto Finx' shirt with all the strength my tiny body had.

"Hey!" I shot my eyes open as I sharply lift my back off the soft surface under me, feeling slightly dizzy. I accidentally hit who ever was sitting next to me in the head.

"Fuck!" They say in pain, my eyes dart towards the person next to me.

'It's him! The person from the alley!' I stare at him with wide eyes.

'Wait, where's my mask?!' My attention then turns to trying to find my mask. The panic setting in.

I dart my eyes around the dimly lit room, searching for a white and purple full face mask.

"If you're looking for your mask, it's on the table" they say, still slightly in pain while carefully lifting themselves of the ground and onto their feet.

I dart my eyes to the small table next to the bed. My mask was laying their peacefully with multiple scratches all over it. I reach my hand over but I stop for a second as I feel something tight around my waist. I look down to where my wound is supposed to be. I carefully lift my shirt up to reveal that my wound has been covered in a white bandage. I look back to my mask and notice that it's sitting on a metal tray that looks to have been recently cleaned.

"So, are you gonna tell me your name or...?" They ask while picking up my mask and handing it to me. I take it and place it on my face, tying the two strings together behind my head. I nod to them as a way to say 'thank you'.

"No problem" they give me a nod back. Their face then lifted in surprise, like he just remembered something.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" They say while putting their hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Finx and I'm male if you're wondering" I hesitantly place my hand in his and shake it. I pull my hand away and place it in my lap with my other.

"So..." he pauses for a second before asking.

"What's your name?" He waits a couple minutes for my reply but it never comes. He clears his throat to try and fill the awkward silence.

"Umm... So do you need anything?" There's a pause before he continues.

"Like a glass of water? Something to eat?" He asks with slight awkwardness in his voice. I shake my head from side to side. He slowly nods and turns to walk out the door, disappearing from my view.

I place my hands behind me and slowly lower myself so I'm laying on my back. I wince in pain as a sharp pain shot through my body.

I lay there for a few minutes before feeling my eye lids becoming heavy. I drift off to sleep with the comforting silence of the room

*Dream*

It's been a few years since Finx and I ran from our abusive mother. I'm thirteen now and me and Finx have our own apartment. It's not much but it's home. I'm currently sitting in my room working on homework.

I suddenly hear the sound of glass shuttering from the living room. I shot up from my place and run to the corner of my room where a small door lays, leading to a crawl space. I open the door and start going in when I hear the loud footsteps of someone running around, throwing open any, and all doors, they see. They're getting closer to my room.

I crawl in and shut the door behind me. I continue crawling into the walls and turn a left. The footsteps get quieter and eventually come to a stop.

Everything's quiet now.

I stop moving thinking it's safe to take a break, but I'm still a little on edge.

The air around me goes still.

The only noise I can hear is the air leaving and entering my lungs at a rapid pace.

'I can't see a thing! It's to dark in here' I complain as my head is pounding.

My heart is beating at a rapid pace, there's a slight ringing in my ears.

I feel something grab my shoulders from in front of me. I look to see who it is.

It's Finx!

'Why is he smiling like that?'

*Part 1 End*

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