Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 87

“Oh, I hope you can hear me, ‘cause I remember it clearly. The day you slipped away. Was the day I found it won’t be the same.“–“Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne

Kiya

“Come on, Hali! We’re going to be late for the party!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! It’s not my fault this wing is crooked!”

One swig and my throat burn from the crimson liquid. Housed in a black bottle, the pungent taste of alcohol overrode the sweetness of the wine, Port wine. The only alcohol I drank as a loser slumped against one of the many redwood trees in the forest.

“Your wing looks fine! As long as you don’t move it too much, it’ll be okay!”

“Easy for you to say. Your wings look perfect.”

Goddess, why am I doing this? Werewolves have a high alcohol tolerance that makes them unable to get drunk easily. We burn it off faster than humans. It takes a lot to get our kind intoxicated; probably twice or three times as much as a normal human. Either way, this supposed highlight of our abilities is proven to be a curse

to me.

“Me, as the Sun Fairy, always has to look perfect! It’s in our nature.”

“I’m the Moon Fairy and I can’t look like a mess! What would the other kids think?”

Ah, the Moon Fairy. The being I’ve dressed as for this accursed holiday called Halloween. Dressed in a white and blue sleeveless dress with shredded hems, the shimmering sequins danced to their silent tune under the moonlight. A full moon on Halloween is rare, so I’ve heard. Legend says that on Halloween, it weakens the veils to the worlds beyond mortals. It gives a chance for other–world creatures to pass through and mingle in the world of mortality for a night before retreating.

Amusing.

“The other kids would think we look amazing! Like twins!!

“At least they can tell us apart.”

Another swig. Two. Three. I hate remembering what used to be. The better days of my life before it turned into a dumpster fire my old pack willfully created. Days of happiness, freedom, warmth, and friendship. Days where I felt invincible; none of the world’s ills could touch me.

Oh, how was I wrong. So fucking wrong.

Waiting for the alcoholic buzz is a killer. The desperation for the effects of alcohol shows as I continuously bring the bottle rim to my lips every thirty seconds. This sinful liquid is supposed to be a depressant, so why isn’t it depressing? Depress these emotions and these fucking memories.

Do you remember

because we’ve rehearsed it

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Memones of

brain! Stop

Sun Fairy, is here to

Halima the Silver Moon Fairy, is here to shine

Stop it!

we’re here to stop the evil in the world together!”

Fuck!

as the night breeze ignored the pain stuffed inside them. My head pressed against the thick tree bark as my chest heaved in sobs, I thought I

wasn’t ready,

stop the memories of a dead child from flooding into my mind. Memories of Nuria that I can’t ever forget, no matter how hard I try. Her body is buried miles away from me, but it’s as if her presence is

I hate it so

millions of stray pieces some feet away. Breaking things is supposedly therapeutic, but I

originally thought. No wonder I need

My fourth one, to be exact. Sniffling, I ripped the cap open

It’s a special beer sought by my kind. It’s also the kind that triggers a barrage of traumatic memories from a single whill. The smell mixed with hot breath throws me right back

So, I’m left with the strongest wine available. It’s sweet and I like it. I

enjoy more of its sweetness, however, the bottle was snatched out of my hand. Pissed, I look up to be met with the angry hazel eyes of my brother dressed in a pirate captain’s costume. Adorned in brown, blue, and red with a sword attached to his hip, Anthony glared at me with the force of a thousand suns. I know he’s angry at what I’m doing, but I

need that bottle to block out my

is Alesia in her first mate’s costume with a noticeably pregnant belly. My heart softened at the growth of my niece inside the womb. I can’t wait to meet the bundle of joy in

Memories of a Friend (Part 1)

back!” I shouted, my hands

pack kitchen cabinets. Mom was wondering why several bottles of wine were missing. Lead Omega Cleo was worried about a potential

as I stood and tried to reach the bottle of drunken haze, but my brother held it high.

“I need

down to my sides.

it.” I slumped back on top of the uncomfortable roots of my tree and drew my knees to

party. I want to be alone.”

basis for me to leave her alone.” Anthony retorted with an arched eyebrow. “And you sound like you’ve been crying.

so perceptive? Groaning, I bury my head in my knees, hoping the couple would take a hint. I know I’m acting brattish–it’s out of my nature. It’s stupid and ridiculous. I can do better than this, but the overwhelming sensations I feel from all corners of my body are too much for me to handle. All because I’m remembering Halloween nights with

miss her so much. Eleven years after her death, the pain

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