CharaMystic by Shante` G.J.G (free e reader txt) 📕

The inside was even more impressive than the outside and a bit different. It was painted with the same gold and white but there were added colors and the ceiling was so high that you would need a firemen’s ladder to reach it. As we walked further and further into the house following the butler the rooms kept with the same design style except changing one color in each room. The entrance was gold, white and blue. The living room was gold, white and red. A nice choice I thought.

“Miss Maya your guest have made their arrival right on schedule.” The butler announced.

She didn’t say a word she just held up her hand and gestured him to leave. But before he did he asked if she wanted anything else but she still just gestured him to leave without saying a single word.

We walked forward to the couch and stood before Maya in a gown that was exquisite. She was overly dressed. She looked as if she was going to a casual ball, but not just any type of ball, a ball for a billionaire’s meeting or to accompany a prince for his royal speech.

She was lying on the couch looking as lovely as a picture. She looked as perfect as snow white did in her forever sleep. She laid there pretty and so elegantly as if someone were describing the perfect poem of the most beautiful princess in history.

It was silent for a few seconds then I tried to speak but I just didn’t know what to say.

“So…..aren’t you going to speak?” Maya asked us.

“Oh yeah, um your house is beautiful. It is very - ”

“I thought you came here to help me.”

“Yes I did but I was - ”

“So help me. You were going on and on yesterday about how we all need each other to survive or whatever. But what I really care about is getting rid of this curse. I do not want it. It caused way too much trouble for me.” She turned her head from facing the couch into our direction.

“What kind of trouble?” I asked.

She scolded up her eyebrows. “That’s none of your business. Are you going to help me or not, that is what I need to know.”

I just looked at this girl like she was insane. She was just so hostile and rude I was at lost for words.

“You don’t have to be so rude. She’s just trying to help. We’re all in this together whether you realize it or not. It’s not all about you it’s - ”

“You! You’re that boy. You’re that boy aren’t you? You’re the boy that got all of us out, right? Aren’t you?” She rose from her position and began to stand staring down Zane like a beam.

Zane was at ease because he was trying to reminisce that night; that night he freed all of S.W.I.F.T.’s experiments.

“Yes, that was me.” He said in a low voice.

She stared at Zane and he stared at her and I stared at the both of them. It was silent. And for a moment I didn’t understand what was happening right now.

She spoke. “Thank you. Thank you so much. It wasn’t until I got out when I realized what I’ve been doing. They didn’t tell what they’ve given me exactly, they just said I will have everything I ever wanted and that I’ll be able to get exactly what I deserved. But being as I am I was just being selfish thinking only of me so thank you.” She looked as if she were going to cry.

“Uh, you’re welcome but I have to ask how did you meet them exactly? And what made you go? For me it was because I was weak physically. But what was it for you, because you’re really rich? Zane asked.

She looked over at her butler cleaning in the next room. “Not here let’s go to my room.”

So we followed her to her room and on our way up we noticed that the hall was split into almost two very different sections. It looked as if the left wing was like an 8 years olds’ full on jungle gym/obstacle course and the right wing was more mature and looked like an older teenager or young adult lived there.

We walked down the mature wing and turned through so many halls that I honestly was lost. I felt like I was trapped in a human sized labyrinth.

Maya guided us to sit on the couch in her room which was a hot pink and dark brown with encrusted designs on the couch pillows and the actually couch.

She offered us tea and scones, we both declined. Although I think Zane might have said no because he never heard of it and the expression on his face, when she showed them to him was a noted disgusted look.

Maya sat in her hot pink and dark brown hair that was designed so eloquently. It looked like a royal chair that belonged in the room of a princess. She sipped her tea then began her story.

“It was a few months ago, I was becoming really depressed. I don’t know why I just was; probably because February 24th was approaching. Don’t ask me why but for some reason that day has always made me sad. And anything anyone said to me just pissed me off. So I skipped school that day and just walked around. I wasn’t going anywhere I just felt like I needed to breathe and just be by myself. I laid in the grass at a park. And that’s when I met her, Senya. She asked me if I was tired of being unhappy. But I told her to go away. She was about too but then she told me it wasn’t my fault and that it was possibly I could be happy again. She said I could be in full control of everything in my life. And I know that sounded weird but it was almost like she knew what I was thinking and feeling; not that I knew exactly myself. My parents always start to ague around this time of the year and sometimes I felt like it was all my fault. My mom would also cry a lot.”

“So I went with her to this S.W.I.F.T. place and I had this good feeling, like everything was about to be alright. But when she led me into this room the feeling of hope and happiness I had left my body just as quickly as it came. I remember meeting that headmaster guy. He was really scary. He gave me an offer. He said I can give you what your heart truly desires but in return you will be compliant to my commands. Will you accept your purpose?”

Zane repeated the line word from word as Maya was saying it.

“How did you know that?” She asked.

“Because he asked me the same thing. I didn’t understand what he meant by it but all I knew was that he made me want whatever it was he was talking about. He said he could make me strong. Strong enough where no one would ever pick on me again and he did. But…..but it came at a price, he made me different. So different that people were actually afraid of me. My strength became monstrous.” Zane explained.

“Same here. He promised me I would be happy. That everyone would want to make me happy and do exactly what I wanted from them. But I didn’t know he meant that part literally.” Maya confessed.

“What do you mean Maya, by he meant it literally.” I asked.

“Well you know that ability I have that you think is mind control?” She asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Well it’s not.”

“It’s not! But….but you were able to tell all those guys what to do like you were controlling their mind.” I got excited and stood up.

Maya shook her head gesturing no. “That’s wrong. That’s not mind control their merely suggestions.”

“I don’t get it.” I stated.

“Me neither.” Added Zane.

“Well, remember how I told the girl that she wanted to kiss that boy.”

We both nodded.

“Well that was just a thought I put in her head. At first I did think I had the ability to control the minds of people but I soon realized that their just suggestions, just really strong-willed suggestions.”

“How do you know for sure?” Zane asked.

“A few days ago after you rescued me, I was trying to look for answers as to why this guy would do this to me. I was so really angry and confused. I didn’t know what to do. Then I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me with my so called best friend and I was so mad at them that I told her to shoot herself because she betrayed me. And then I told him that he needed to jump off a bridge because he doesn’t he deserve to share the same air as me. Of course I didn’t really mean it but I was just so angry and it was just one of those regretful things you say out of angry, you know. Big mistake because they actually listened to me. But luckily hey were stopped in time.”

We listened for more as Maya took another sip of her tea.

“But that’s not what proved to me that my abilities were only suggestions, because right after my first visit from S.W.I.F.T. headquarters, the next day of school I was exhilarated. I was so happy beyond belief. I got an extension on a homework assignment, I didn’t have to take a pop quiz and I caused a girl I didn’t like to get detention for something she didn’t even do. But a few weeks later I bumped into this girl in my school; people called her Handy Mandy and I think you can guess why; well I don’t like her and we’ve had it out for each other since we were in middle school. But when I suggested to her that she should just confess to everyone what trash she was and just drop out of school to become a stripper; she just snapped and told me right off. At this point I knew I had some kind of ability but she wouldn’t do what I asked because she didn’t care what I said about her nor did she believe the other rude comments I made.”

“So that’s how I realized that no one matter what I said, it all depends if the person choses to accept it. Like if I were to tell you that I thought you were fat. In your mind you may start to believe it only if you were having doubts or believed it remotely yourself. ”

“I see, I see. So when you told that girl that she wanted to kiss that boy, maybe she already had feeling for him or if not maybe she was just attracted enough to even consider it.” I attempted to comprehend.

“Exactly. It’s all about what you’re willing to believe and would do. I could sense people’s emotions; so this ability just makes it easier to control how a person feels about themselves and others.” Maya finished off.

“Ok, but I just got one question.” I asked.

“Uh huh, shoot.” She sipped her tea again.

“Did you really hate Mandy that much that you would purposely suggest her to drop out of school and strip?”

“I would have