(So in case you haven’t noticed I really like Nightwish-)
The next room was decorated in a similar way as the first, but in silver instead of gold. Annette tried not to let herself get distracted by it as she approached the second throne.
It broke her heart to see the stuffed body of her daughter sitting in front of her, almost to the point of breaking down again. She tried keeping her tears in, though, and approached her.
“Mommy loves you no matter what, Samira…” Annette then reached out to touch Samira’s face.
Much like before, her wrist was grabbed once Samira’s body moved. Samira’s once lifeless eyes were now glowing blue, with a powerful gleam to them.
“Ye better know how to help me, lassie!” Was what came forth from her lips. Annette was about to get mad at this, when she was once again flung into another vivid flashback.
Instead of a lovely countryside, Annette had now been transported to what looked like a high school cafeteria. A few students were sitting about, mindlessly chattering away about numerous petty things.
When she traveled between the tables, Annette caught sight of a rather thin teenager, sitting alone while picking at his lunch tray. His long blond hair lay an unkempt, scraggly mess.
“Whoa…That’s not a pretty sight,” she said to herself as she got closer. Upon a more prominent inspection, it looked as if he’d been crying. At one side of his tray was a booklet presumably gotten from a funeral.
The moment she got close enough, another student came up and shoved the blond teenager’s face into his lunch.
“No wonder your old man died!” The other teenager jeered at him. “Couldn’t eat a cheeseburger if it got forced down your throat, huh!”
Now upset at this, the blond tried to reason with his confusing bully. “That doesn’t make any sense!”
“Doesn’t have to! Your old man died of a heart attack!” With this, he grabbed hold of his lunch tray and threw it at one of the other students.
Within seconds, the cafeteria was in an uproar. Annette watched as much of the unplanned food fight was directed towards the blond teenager.
In an attempt to escape the onslaught, he then ran out of the cafeteria, and into a nearby hallway. Annette tried her best to keep up with him as he tried to get away from everything.
Once he finally stopped at the janitor’s closet, he then ran in, leaving the door slightly ajar. Annette peeked in through the crack, trying to see why he would want to hide in this place.
She now watched this blond young man rock back and forth, beginning to cry again while humming a vaguely familiar. The funeral booklet was in his hands, which he tried to open to read again.
“Teens can be real monsters sometimes…” Was all Annette could say now. She was then caught off guard by the sound of many footsteps.
“I think he went this way!” She heard the bully teenager from earlier shout to his apparent clique. “Come on, let’s get him!”
By the time the group reached the janitor’s closet, Annette was forced away from the scene into another one.
(song where the chapter title comes from: )