Chapter 18

For the second time that day Mum came in, holding a tray piled high with all my favourite things, cheese pizza with small rounded tomatoes; a large can of coke, glistening with condensation; a bowl of spaghetti bolegenese, roasted veggies sticking out at angles; a small currant bun, its delicious smell seeping into every nook and cranny; a bowl of wobbly jelly, its red perfection looking dangerously like it was about to topple over.
"Hungry darling?" Mum asked cheerily, her smile to wide it looked like her face was about to split.
She set the tray down in front of me.
Wearily, I picked the veggies out of the spag bol, had a miniscule bite of pizza and had a tiny sip of Coke.
Mum's smile slowly disintergrated as I shoved the tray away from my lap and lay back.
"I'll leave the here yeah? Call me if you need anything." She said unhappily and she walked out.
"I need to eat something." I mumbled, my words incoherent.
With painful slowness I dipped my finger in the jelly.
I slowly placed my finger in my mouth.
I shivered in its disgusting sweetness.
Tap tap
I jumped, knocking the jelly flying onto the floor.
My eyes were wide with fear.
Oh god.
Was she back?
Trembling I hid under the covers, goosebumps prickling my skin.
The crunch of the window being opened.
"Hello?"
It's voice rang out like velvet, deep and mellow - different from Cynthanie's tinkling bell.
Trembling like a I'd just come off a rollercoaster, I came out from underneath the duvet.
It smiled cheerfully at me.
"I'm Cykoa." It pointed out.
I realised it was a boy.
He had a oval shaped face - rather like an upsidown almond - with large brown, chocolatey eyes, accompanied with thick, dark eyelashes.
His hair was chestnut, with twinges of dark blonde, and he wore a ocean blue suit - really- small cut offs, and a minute over coat, on top of a crisp white shirt.
His wings were extraordinarily beautiful - they were not like Cythanie's and Cyrena's fragile, papery colourful wings, they were like a moth you saw fluttering in the sky in summer, a mixture of browns, and blacks, and whites.
He bowed slowly, obviously anxious at my staring eyes.