Chapter 17

     We pull up to a large mansion type house, and I look down at my clothes feeling out of place. I mentally sigh; here I am worrying about my clothes when I should really worry about more important things. One is this whole stupid destiny thing. I mean really? Why did I have to be made for somebody? Why wasn't I able to choose who I wanted to be with?

     'Suck it up, Ivy,' I tell myself. I could definitely have it worse. At least I know that Aaron would never cheat on me. Also, he is cute. Okay that's two positives. I try to think of more, but the car door is wrenched open. I glance up at Aaron, and his beautiful eyes are filled with rage.

    Slightly taken aback, I shrink into my seat. "What's wrong?" I timidly ask.

    "Were you really thinking about him the entire trip over here?" he asks angrily.

     I smile widely at him. Aw, he is just jealous. How cute is that? "No, I was honestly thinking about how drab my clothes are, and mentally pointing out all the good things about you."

     "Really?" he asks with hope in his voice.

     I nod my head and make my way out of the car. Okay, so I didn't tell him why I was pointing out the good things, but I didn't want to make the guy sad. I hear a chuckle, and mentally sigh once more. Why can't they just leave me alone? I want to go lie in a dark, quiet room and forget everything that has happened.

     Chris furrows his eyebrows at me. As if he is concentrating on something. I shrug my shoulders at him not caring what he thinks. I walk towards his large double doors that adjoin his humongous house. Why couldn't I have a house like that? I grew up in a grubby little house with four annoying people.

     I enter the house and see his butler standing to the left of me. Wow, a freaking butler. His life is about ten times better than mine already, but now he's a rich little boy. I bet his parents love him also. Unlike my mom, who goes around trying to murder me?

     "Where is the kitchen?" I ask him, and am surprised by the words seeing as I didn't think I really wanted to go to the kitchen.

     "Just keep walking to your right, madam. You should come to some wooden doors that swing open. It's right through there. If you need any more assistance, please don't hesitate to ask one of the staff or myself," he says formally with a small genuine smile on his face.

     'Why is he happy?' I think while walking towards the kitchen. I guess he's a happy guy. Even the butler has a better life than I do. I don't even know why I'm here. Nobody wants me around them. No one really cares about me. They all just see me as a pawn to do their bidding. A possession they need to get the outcome they want.

     I finally arrive in the kitchen and let out a sigh of relief when nobody is in here. Why I'm relieved, I don't know, but for some reason I didn't want anybody around watching me. I walk up to the knife block, and glance at each one before pulling out the longest and sharpest one I could find.

     It wouldn't be hard. I would just have to run it up my arm right along my vain. I would bleed to death in about thirty seconds, and I could end it all. Make the troubles go away. It would make everyone happier, all I have to do is put the blade to my skin. I bring the knife down ready to end it, when a large hand snatches it from me.

     I look up and notice everyone from my group staring at me with wide eyes except for Chris. None of them really care; I don't understand why they would be surprised. I just wanted everything to be happy for everyone, and ending my life would do that.

     "No, it wouldn't, Ivy. Snap out of it. You know there all lies," Chris says whilst looking like he wants to shake me.

     No, the only lies are that these people actually care what happens to me. They don't, and it would be so much easier to just let them be happy again, without me.

     "What's wrong with her?" I hear Wyatt ask while looking at me with fake love in his eyes.

     "Did anyone touch her while you were at the field?" Chris asks as I follow their conversation, I eye the other knives in the block. Chris reaches behind him and moves them further away. I just shrug there are other ways to finish it. Maybe some rope?

     "Nobody touched her. We had a force-field up."

     "So, there was no way that they could have had any contact with her?"

     "Wait, she touched Eli, and Eli was with them. Would that count?" says Cynthia. She always was the smart beautiful one. More beautiful than me; I'm ugly, and no matter how much I try to change that, I will always be ugly. Just another reason why I should end it all.

     "Yes! That's it. That explains it all. They put a type of spell on her. Some people's powers can make a person extremely depressed. Like suicidal, and I'm guessing that's the state that Ivy is in.", he says proud at himself. He would have something to be proud of. Me, I have nothing. No looks, no brains, no friends, and no family.

     "Okay, good. Now how do we make it go away?" Wyatt asks enthusiastically. Even he is happy about something. Maybe, my death? Who knows?

     "Um," he says scratching the back of his head. "I have a charm, that reduces the effects for a period of time, but we really need the water user. Remember it's in the prophecy. She's the only one that can take spells off the elementals."

      See, even this girl has a better role in life than me. I start walking to the doors, which have more purpose in life than I do, to find the garage. A garage would have rope right? Rope would really come in handy right about now.

      Chris grabs my arm and pulls me into his body. "Nope, no rope for you."

     Aaron growls angrily and I look at him confused. Why would he be jealous over something like this? It's not like any male would actually want someone who looked like me.

     "Okay, I need someone to watch her. Preferably hold her still, while I go and get the bracelet," he says making the warmth of his body go away. It's better that way, I don't deserve warmth, all I should have is coldness.

     "I'll hold onto her," Aaron says looking eager. I furrow my eyebrows at him, not understanding his eagerness.

     "Damn, I need to be quick. Hurry grab her, and do not let her out of your sight," Chris says and then practically runs out the room.

      I glance at the faces around me, and notice that Eli's has tears on his cheeks. He's probably sad they won't just let me end it.

     "No!" he screams at me.

     "No, what?" I reply, my voice lifeless.

     "I'm not letting you go," he sniffles. He always did cry messy. I turn towards what I'm guessing is the pantry, and open it up. Finding the paper towels, I walk towards Eli and bend down to wipe his face.

     "You have to let everyone go eventually," I tell him feeling sadder once the words are out of my mouth.

     He shakes his head. "Not, now though, Mommy. You have to stay."

     I just nod my head humoring him when I really know that I will be ending it soon. He shakes his head again, and I remember he can hear everything I say in my head. I should really find a block for that. Never mind, death will cure that problem.

     The doors swing open, and everyone turns their eyes to Chris. He walks in holding a beautiful stone bracelet. Keeping his eyes on me, he reaches for my arm and snaps it on my wrist.

     I take in a sharp breath. All the feelings of sadness leave my body, and I want to crash to the floor because the feeling of relief is so strong.

     "Good God, that is a horrible power for somebody to have," I tell everyone smiling.

     They all look relieved and smile back.

    "So, how long does the bracelet work for?" asks Aaron.

     Chris shifts uncomfortably. "A week tops," he mumbles under his breath, but everyone can still hear him.

     They all glance sharply at me in horror. "What do we do then?" Wyatt asks.

     "Obviously, we need to find the water girl," replies Chris.

     "Yeah, I already did the trouble is that she is with Diana."

     "Hmm, well I guess that means we need to find us a rock boy," Chris says smiling.

     Then something pops up in my head. "What about school?"

     They all laugh at me and I feel slightly miffed.

     "Honey, we will home-school you if you want. I have a degree in teaching, but as of yesterday you no longer go to high school," Cynthia tells me gently.

     I smile largely at her it's not like I want to go to school. "Okay, mission find rock boy has begun," I say still smiling.