Yami Shorts

 The Fifth Attempt  Scar woke up and she felt sore all over. She slowly slipped out of bed and walked down the stairs. “Should you be out of bed?” Scar jumped and punched behind her. The Watcher caught it and licked his lip. “My, that was a strong punch!” “What are you doing with my daughter you creep?” “Making sure she’s-” “No!” “Fine! I was using the loo and I came out to see that she was up and about.” “I’m fine. Now get off my wrist!” “Make me!” She kneed him in between the legs. He smirked and let go. “Good girl.” Scar shook her head as she walked to the kitchen. “Tell me, what do you want?” The Watcher asked, almost fatherly. “Urm…” Scar was stumped. She just could not think of what she wanted. Yet there was one thing that she did want but will never have. Another thing that just hit her in that moment was this was the first time since her adopted mother, Charlotte died that she was being asked such a question. What do I want? Then the Watcher leaned in closer to her. “...

 The Fourth Attempt Scar slipped out of her bed. She was better than she was three days before. She smelt and was covered in sweat. She knew that it was time to start to move and clean herself. So she walked out of her room. “Are you alright being out of bed?” “Yes. I’m feeling much better. Thank you, Mr?” “Just call me The Watcher!” He purred as he bowed like a court jester. “Thank you Mr Watcher.” “You’re very welcome!” He sang. “Why did you save me? Don’t you work for-urm, Mrs Smith?” He chuckled as he shrugged. “What can I say? I can tell that you’ve got a rather large amount of greatness within you! That’s why I saved you.” She looked down for a moment, masking her feeling of being creeped out and nodded as she walked to the bathroom. She felt her heart sinking slightly. “By the way, don’t follow me. Don’t follow me. I need to have a shower. After all, I do smell.” He chuckled as she walked in and took a shower and cleaned herself thoroughly. Once she was done, she covered her...

 The Third Attempt  Scar looked at the creepy man that saved her. She found it strange to have someone like him in her home. Then again, after all, these last three months, it was strange having anyone in the house. However she was far too tired to address anything like that. No, she just went to bed and was soon asleep. She found herself running away from the witches. She was panting and tired. All she wanted to do was stop and rest, but she could not. She had to run and run.  Ahead of her she was Morana. She smiled at her like she smiled at Beatrice and Britannia. She even held her hand like she did them. She leaned in. “Do you want me to love you?” “Yes! More than anything!” “Then go to those witches. That will make me love you.” “But they’ll hurt me. They always hurt me.” “But do you want me to love you?” “Yes!” “Then go to them.” “Why?” “Because then I will love you!” She bowed her head as she turned to the witches. She woke up covered in sweat. She felt hollow in he...

 The Second Attempt  It had barely been three days since the last attempt had taken place when Scar, just to take her mind off things, took a walk. She walked out of her house and walked to the seashore. She took a moment to breathe in and out. Driving her mind to the present so that she could enjoy the cold, fresh and free air.  I am free. I can go wherever I want. I am not in a cage. I am not a prisoner. I don’t have to wake up in the morning with my guard up . She thought, more to herself. So, she walked down the stone stairs with a bucket and spade on Blackpool beach and started to find a spot where she started to dig. She put some sand in the bucket and started to build a castle. She tried not to focus too much on the families around her. No. She wanted to focus upon her castle and her castle alone. Once she was done, she thought that something was missing. So she started to build small Tudor-like houses in front of the castle. Yet as soon as she had finished that, s...

 The First Attempt  Scar had hardly left the house. She was on her bed curled up. She thought back to Beatrice and Britannia ane and how Morana looked at them. How she held them and how she hugged and kissed them like a mother should. She then thought about how she shot her and tried to kill her on multiple occasions. She then thought about how she beat her up.  She curled up tightly as she found herself crying again. Her mind went to how she left her saying that she was to deal with the witches alone and how she was to stay away from her family, almost like she had forgotten that she was her child too. Yet she knew that she would never get the side of Morana that they would get. No, she was stuck with a monster that wanted nothing more than her corpse. While they would get a mum. Soon ths crying turned to weeping. Why? Why did she have to be their mum? Why does she treat them like daughters and not me too? Why did they make it sound like she was an angel Gabriel, when sh...