Chapter 11

DIAMOND POV
It was truly said that life was full of surprises, and I’m starting to see that now. All the surprises I’d never expected to encounter.
 
I tilt my head to stare at Jane, zeroing in on her. She knows what the look in my eyes means, but she plays dumb or doesn’t give a fuck about it.
 
“ Seriously? When did the two of you become friends?” I ask Jane, but the fucking blabber answers instead of Jane.
 
“Since you never expected, I can see the way everything is dawning on you. You no longer play the guitar as well, and it shouldn’t be the most thrilling thing, but it is.” A thick smile curls on her lips. My anger is about to spiral out of control, but I hold myself back.
 
“You never told me you had been jealous of me all this time? I should have known how to treat people like you.” I shake my head, completely disappointed. And if she had been jealous of me all this time, then Jane must have been jealous as well, but she kept it hidden like a snake.
 
“You think I will ever stop playing the guitar? I might have broken beyond repairs for now, but I will get back. I will get my hands to play the strings the way I want, and you know what? You will continue to choke on that jealousy of yours.” I blurt in her face.
 
It’s enough to cry out, but I don’t. I swallow back the tears, and it hurts the back of my throat even more.
 
I jump right into my car and drive off. I crave to be in my dark room and be alone, away from all these monsters.
 
I press the horn of my car with anger, pain, and bitterness. It’s the first time I’m getting this annoyed at the gateman.
 
I yell the fuck at him to open the gate, and when I drive in and halt my car, I lean my head on the steering and fucking cry out.
 
I cry out all the tears I’ve been bottling up and the sick feeling I’ve been having in my stomach. Jane’s words play in my head, and I wanted to switch her voice off like I switch off music, but it’s unbelievably still there.
 
That’s because I’ve never expected this. This whole fucking thing is happening to me. Everyone is abandoning me and turning against me.
 
“Dia, I need you to eat dinner tonight. For heaven sake, do you want to starve yourself to death?” She shouts like thunder, and that puts every movement to a halt.
 
Yeah, she’s fed up with my silence, and she needed to shout at me for the first time since I knew her. At least she’s the only one who has truly cared about me since he died.
 
I stand, staring at her. Her brow pulls together, and she comes to me slowly. My shoulders are down as if I’m about to collapse.
 
I think I was actually going to collapse; I’m falling to my knees, but she reaches on time, catching me in her arms.
 
She pulls me into a tight hug, and I lean on her, not stopping myself from being vulnerable in front of her. I cry my eyes out; she’s the only one who truly cares.
 
“Im so sorry you are going through all these alone. It’s not your fault; you are just too young to carry all these weights.” She caresses my back, and I release the tightness of my hands and spread it across her back, hugging her tighter.
 
“I’m so sorry for ignoring you all this time. I just can’t take it; I can’t do this on my own. I miss him so much.” My eyes are almost blinded by the copious amount of tears pumping from my eyes.
 
“You are not alone, Dia, my angel. I’m always going to be here with you and here for you. I’ve been your nanny since you were a kid, and I’m never going to leave now when you need me the most.” Someone was seeing right through me for the first time, and it’s the least expected person.
 
I hug harder, as if I’m squeezing out life from her. But she doesn’t mind; she hugs me harder too, as if she wanted to hide me from the world.
 
“You need to eat now, Dia. You’ve grown so lean, and you look sick. Do you think your dad will be happy to see you this way?” She speaks to me like a child. She always does, maybe because she has watched me grow since I was a child.
 
“He’s no more.” I mumbled; pain was apparently speaking through me.
 
“No, we might not see him around anymore, but he’s here in our hearts.” She takes my hand up and places it on my chest. I feel my heart beat more than usual.
 
"It is beating, right?” She smiles.
 
“ Yes.” I nod, not getting where she is headed but just paying attention to her.
 
“As long as your heart continues to beat, Dia, he remains alive. So don’t you even think he is gone completely? He is not.” She makes so much sense that my face lights up like the rays of a shining light.
 
“I won’t forget that, Amanda.” I struggle to smile. She takes my backpack from me and heads for my room.
 
“I need you to wait at the dinner table before I come.” She shouts as she walks away.
 
I purse my lips, making my way to the dinner table. I haven’t sat in the chair for quite awhile because I have been locked up in my room.
 
She walks back to the dining room as I hear her footsteps coming from the hallway.
 
She dished me dinner, and I managed to eat some of it even though my appetite isn’t back.
 
I finish up and head back to my room, kissing her a good night because I won’t be coming out of it once I get in.
 
A few hours later, I’m still awake, and heaven knows why the heck I can’t seem to fall asleep.
 
It’s difficult to fall asleep when I keep thinking about everything. Jane and Dad included, and most importantly, the three devils.
 
My blonde hair cascades to the back, and I throw it to the side as I reach out for the jug to get water. But it’s empty; I think Amanda must have forgotten to fill up my jug before going to bed.
 
I step out of bed, slip my foot into the warmer, and walk out to get a refill on my jug.
 
As I step into the kitchen, I hear a strange foot noise, and I suddenly see the same mouse doll that the devils sent me as a present in the cabinet.
 
Amanda wouldn’t bring the doll to the kitchen, and how the heck did it get here? I grab the doll, and it isn’t the same one; it’s a little bit different.
 
The moment I feel a shortage of breath and the hair on the back of my neck stands, I spot him in the dark.
 
His hair falls to the half side of his face, and he leans against the wall, crossing his legs and his hand.
 
“Hello, little mouse.” I shiver, stumbling back so much that I almost collapse to the ground.