The Crossed Pathways to Home

Lucy's world is fading. Sad, alone, her grandmother dying, the rest of the world hating her, what's to look forward to?
But when a mysterious blonde haired boy turns up...


11. Chapter 11 (when I wrote this I never intended to put it online so never thought of names for chapters SORRY)

~~I felt as though the ring was talking to me, wanted to tell me something.
I frowned.
The coloured part seemed to move and swirl, like blue and yellow food colouring in water.
"So, a Hnart, huh?" I commented. Then I sharply gasped. Some of the yellow had gathered in a corner of the eye.
It said 'yes'.
"H...hello?" I hesitantly asked.
This was creepy. Paranormal like.
But nothing came up.
"I'm a Hnart?" I asked it again. 'Yes' came up.
"You're like a magic eight ball" I said quietly, fascinated. A Hnart?
"I can't be a Hnart" I told it. "How can I randomly be half wolf?" I asked.
I sighed.
"Cat got your tongue?" I asked. Then, I waited. Nothing.
I frowned again.
"Maybe I should bring you with me tomorrow?" I mused.
'Yes' formed.
I put it down and shivered.
"Well, that's decided, I guess..." I yawned, curling up into myself, falling asleep, a nightmare-less sleep.

Finbarr was waiting outside for me for once.
"Hiya" I grinned, although this piece of junk was burning a hole in my pocket. He chuckled, gently took my face in his hands and kissed me.
The happiness flooded within me, and the tingly-ness was spreading everywhere. As weird as you think someone touching your tongue with theirs would be, it was actually quite nice.
We parted, both of us breathing quickly.
"Hi" he said breathlessly.
"So..." I said. "A Hnart?"
"Ah, Lucy!" he moaned in frustration. "Talk about ruining a moment!" He sighed in exasperation, turned around, held me hand and started to walk away.
"Sorry, sorry!" I laughed. I grabbed his face and turned him around. I smiled. I kissed his beautiful lips again.
Finbarr smiled. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, then slid his hands down to my waist.
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?"
I blushed.
"You're pretty hot yourself" I teased.
"Weirdo or not, you make me the happiest man in the world."
"Hey!" I laughed. "I may be weird, but I didn't think you were a man yet!" I joked.
"Woah, no fair!" Then he picked me up with his werewolf strength, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Sensitive" I said playfully. He kissed me again, a kiss just like the one he gave me when we were showing off to Olivia. A passionate kiss, warm and moist and exciting.
But then we parted because he had begun to yawn.
"Am I that boring?" I asked.
"No, babe, I'm just knackered." He yawned again, his eyes watering. "Want to get some coffee?"
"Aw, poor baby." I jokingly stuck out my bottom lip and stroked his face.
"Can we then?" he hopefully but tiredly asked.
"Sorry" I cringed "I really can't. I have to see Grandma."
"Aw man, of course" he said, shaking his head. "Sorry, I'm stupid. My brain is messed up when it's tired." He set me down, and we began to walk.
"Why are you so tired?" I concernedly asked.
"Stuff to do, people to see. No time for sleep." He let out a gaping yawn again.
"About what?" I prodded, even though I probably knew the answer. He glanced at me.
"I won't tell a lie." I shook my head.
I was a Hnart.
Well, that's what they think anyway.

"Want me to come in?" Finbarr asked.
"" I said uneasily. I had a scary gut feeling. "No. Just wait here, if you don't mind."
I walked in and met Sophie at the door.
"Hey, Lucy. I was just about to call." She smiled apologetically at me and my stomach dropped.
This was the day that I had been dreading. I glanced at my wrist.
No! I sharply told myself. This isn't about you, it's about Grandma. Don't be so selfish!
I rubbed my arm instead, stopping above my wrists. I missed having smooth, blue and white wrists.
"You'd better go in" Sophie softly told me. I nodded.
I stood at Grandmas' bedroom door and took a massive breath.
"Hi, Grandma." I merely tiptoed over to her bedside, her raspy breathing and the bleeping of the heart monitor were the only sounds in the room.
"Lucy" Grandma croaked.
"Yes, Grandma?" I shakily asked.
"I'm frightened." A tear fell down her cheek.
I had never seen my Grandma scared or sad. She was always happy, alive, vibrant. I held her hand.
Grandma was strong for me all this time. She had lost her two daughters. She needed me now.
"'s like Finbarr told me the other day. Everyone has a time to die. We can't do anything about it. You have nothing to be scared about, either. You have been the most caring, kind and loving person. Heaven will welcome you with open arms." I paused. "Grandma, you know I love you. If it's your time to pass on, then it's O.K. Grandma, you can go."
Then her heart monitor screeched.
"Bye, Grandma" I whispered.

Before I left, I looked at her face. Even though she was dead, there was a smile on her face. If she was happy on her deathbed, I guess I did my job properly.

"Hey" Finbarr said, bags under his eyes, forcing himself up off the bottom step.
"How was she?"
"She just...died" I said simply. His jaw dropped and his eyes filled with pity.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" He wrapped his arms around me, and I was shocked at myself for being so calm, for not crying, not breaking down on the floor like last time.
"You O.K?" he confusedly asked, rocking me.
"Yeah..." I frowned.
"Did you tell her it was O.K for her to die?" he asked.
"Yeah." He rubbed my arm, but didn't go anywhere near my wrists. I smally smiled.
"Inner peace, maybe?"
"I'm sad just...not as upset as I thought I would be. I don't understand."
"Everyone reacts differently. Maybe you're Grandma wants you to react this way."
"Maybe" I frowned. Finbarr rubbed his eyes.
"Want to get that coffee now?" I asked him.


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