DAY'S DESTINY: ZOYA'S CHAPTER

CHAPTER 16 – RUNNING AWAY AND DEPRESSION

“I didn’t want to say anything earlier because it wasn’t possible and I didn’t want to cause unnecessary fear if I was wrong but…” Zyla suddenly said during dinner and I looked at her to find that she was also looking at me. I don’t know why but I suddenly feel like my world is shaking right now.

“What are you talking about Zyla?” Our father asked.

“I think Day is growing.” Zyla said and I just looked at her, we all looked at her.

“Growing? Well, she is still an infant. They grow very quickly at a blink of an eye.” Mom said but her tone doesn’t even sound like she’s joking. I could understand because this is Zyla we are talking about, she never jokes around.

“Physically growing, like elongating.” Zyla explained which is still unclear.

“Like I said-“ Mom started but Zyla spoke up again.

“It’s not a normal growth span. She’s growing with an average of 6 minutes interval. In simple words, she’s growing faster than normal.”

                That is the final straw of every tragic thing I experienced. I wanted to bolt towards the woods once again when I heard those words but I know that even if I did that, I could never really run away from everything. I am a bad mother for thinking this but I don’t know what to do anymore. My heart is gripped with fear from everything that is happening right now while my mind cannot think straight anymore from all the worrying thoughts that fills it. However, one wish still remains. I want to take my daughter’s place. I want to suffer all of this instead of her.

“Look at her Zyla.” I whispered when Zyla and I were in my room. Zyla wanted to stay to “observe and collect data” as she had said. “She looks so innocent and oblivious to anything that is happening to her.”

“I’m sorry.” Zyla said instead.

“Sorry for what?”

“I don’t know, for probably everything that is happening right now. I just feel sorry and pity somehow.” Zyla said and if I didn’t know her, I would have felt offended and annoyed at how she’s saying it with a monotone voice. Instead, I even feel okay with it because Zyla would never really share her feelings with anyone.

                Days passed and everyone saw what Zyla was talking about. Day is indeed growing faster than before, her height and hair length are the most noticeable of all. However, all I could do is look. Mom, Zyla and Aunt Saff are doing everything they can do to find out what’s happening and all I can do is watch in the sideline but even just watching is stressing and somewhat making me worry and fearful all the more and to the point that I found myself finding excuses not to enter Day’s room.

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                I watch the knife come towards me and I knew that if I get stabbed, it won’t even affect anything. It will just feel like a simple pinch and the imagined feeling felt somewhat enticing to me like it always did whenever I find myself in a situation when I’m almost hurt by the enemy or by any objects and weapons. However, just as the rest, Day’s face come into mind and I find myself barely stopping anything and anyone from killing or hurting me. I caught the knife that the human, who is working with the rogue, threw at me and returned it to him. The knife embedded itself on his stomach and he fell down clutching his wound near the pile of unconscious or maybe dead bodies of his companions. The few remaining rogues and humans fled the scene and I let them. It is not a secret in the werewolf world anymore that we’re hunting down every member of the Rawblood. Usually, when I’m in the mood, I would never let anyone escape my clutches but today is a depressed-for-Day mood.

                It’s been months since Zyla had noticed the changes in Day’s body and a few months since I started begging for missions to escape the reality that includes my daughter. My family had allowed it since they seem to also think that I’m going insane as well but no one can deny the fact that it’s a coward’s move. A mother running away from her helpless and unconscious daughter is unheard of. However, I would always justify things by convincing myself that I’m doing this for the sake of Day as well. I’m going to missions to keep myself distracted and sane, keeping myself mentally healthy for Day. Who exactly believes that anyway? I’m just simply running away…away from my daughter.

“Good job once again boss.” Trudy, the daughter of the previous Beta of our pack, praised as she approached me looking a bit messy from the all-out fight earlier.

“Thank you for coming with me again Trudy and please stop calling me Boss.” I answered.

“And I repeat that it’s an honor for me to call you Boss. I have always admired you since you started working as a fashion designer and my respect for you keeps growing whenever I accompany you on missions. You are just simply amazing in the battlefield as well…” She droned on and on with the usual flattery.

                I do have a lot of fans that started when I started posting promotional items in social media apps when I was just starting to draw, design and make a dress. This was in high school and as I grew up to taking my passion into business, I had no time to personally check the social media apps that I started. I had handed everything over to the promotional department in the company. But thinking about it now makes me feel like everything happened a very long time ago. I had completely stopped designing much to the dismay of Grace and my family. As for me, I know I also feel disappointed but I can’t feel the disappointment individually since it’s buried underneath all of the negative emotions that have been piling up since my break up with Josh. I just know for sure that I can never draw anything beautiful again, not when everything around me is so dark.