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The Crystal II

BY OHMYJONES

Hi! The second book is here! Enjoy!

One week later

Third person's P.O.V

The former Queen of Crystalia burst through the entrance of the main study room in the castle. A couple of guards stationed around the hallway she walked through stared in curiosity before quickly regaining their emotionless expressions.

"Erick!" the woman's voice boomed in the room. Her son was perched up on a seat with a table in front of him, reading a book about Crystalia's history. When he heard his mother's voice, he turned to face her.

"Yes, mother?" he replied with raised eyebrows.

Elizabeth growled, her hair whipping past her as she strode into the room towards her son.

Once she was near Erick, she asked: "What did you do?"

The Prince already knew what his mother was talking about. He sighed, closing the book and placing it on the table as he turned his form to fully face his mother.

"It was necessary," he replied. "She tried to kill Liam. You know, that guy from the Ordinary Brothers."

"This is crazy!" his mother boomed again. "Why is it that I am hearing of this now?"

Elizabeth was worried about Emery's well-being. About a minute ago, she had heard about her being in jail in Australia. She wanted her out, but she first planned to talk to her son. Seeing that he knew about the issue made her more furious than she already was.

"It's because I knew you would act like this," replied Erick. "You believe that Emery is a nice girl, but you don't know the truth. She has been lying to us!"

Elizabeth raised a hand, halting her son from speaking more.

"And you believe all that?" she questioned with an angry expression. "You believe that Emery slapped a girl... okay, that I can believe. Let me rephrase that. You believe that she faked her own attempted murder and tried to kill Liam just because she wants revenge on her bullies?"

The Prince did not reply, the silence an answer to the Queen.

"She is not like that!" she defended Emery. "Will you do anything to solve this issue?"

The Prince remained silent.

"Fine, ignore me. But I am going to see her," the Queen turned to exit the room when her son spoke.

"No, you aren't," Erick deadpanned. Elizabeth stopped in her tracks. She had reached the door when the Prince spoke.

"What did you just say to me?" she asked, the fury barely hidden in her voice. "I am your mother! I raised you, and you have no right to control what I do!"

"Yes, I do," Erick deadpanned again. "I am now the King of Crystalia, and I can do what I seem fit to protect us!" he said with a serious expression.

"Guards!" he called out to those protecting the castle.

Instantly, a couple of the castle guards came to the room.

"This is outrageous, Erick!"

"Keep an eye on my mother and follow her wherever she goes," the king said, ignoring his mother. "Make sure she does not communicate with the crystal."

"Yes, your Majesty," the guards replied. Elizabeth's eyes shone in the lighting of the room, showing the presence of tears threatening to pour from her eyes.

"Erick, I beg you not to do this. It's Emery. You've grown up with her, and we all consider her as part of our family! Please reconsider."

The king ignored his mother, pretending to read the book he had placed on the table.

"Fine. Continue ignoring me. I still don't believe all this crap I've been hearing about Emery."

"Mother--" Erick started, but the Queen cut him off.

"I pray for your sake that you are right, my son. I hope that you are completely sure of what you are doing. If you aren't, you will come to regret this," with that, Erick's mother sighed, leaving the room with a couple of guards behind her.

Erick would be lying if he said that his mother's words did not disturb him. He had been sure that Emery was the one who was at fault, but then, he did not feel certain about that.

His mother's words made him rethink about what he had done to Emery.

Emery's P.O.V

The sound of a toilet flushing awakened me from my nightmare. I turned, seeing a woman in an orange jumpsuit who had finished shitting in the toilet near us. There was a putrid stench from the mess she had left.

In front of me was the door to my cell. Around me were gray brick walls that had dirt on them. I was in a twin bunk bed where I lay on the bottom one.

The nightmare I just had was of me being arrested and having no one coming to save me. It was then that I recalled it wasn't a nightmare; it was my new reality.

It had been a week ever since I was arrested. I had to agree it was the saddest week of my life. When I was taken into the prison station, I had been imprisoned immediately.

There wasn't even a talk about a court hearing!

Within hours after arrival, I had my mugshots captured as I was crying while pleading innocence. Of course, no one listened to me.

They must have gone through that a lot to be immune from my cries.

After that, my fingerprints were dipped in ink and pressed onto a folder as I was registered in the Australian prison.

Yes, Australian. Just in case people forgot where I was.

I was then told to change into a pair of baggy orange clothes. It consisted of an orange T-shirt and a pair of orange trousers; the typical prison garments I only saw on TV. Then I was escorted to my prison cell.

I recalled my first time passing through that place. It stunk of sweat and feces.

One would think that a women's prison will be like a clean motel, but I was mistaken.

I had stopped crying by then, scared of the women who looked at me as I was being escorted into a cell. Some even looked with lustful stares! I prayed I wouldn't be stuck with them.

Then I recalled I had no choice in the matter.

I recalled the police officers telling me I was sentenced to life imprisonment. Then I cried again.

In a somewhat lucky-unlucky way, I was stationed in a cell with a bald woman who had scary tattoos on her arms. She looked to be in her thirties. The lucky part was that I did not have to worry about being raped by her.

The unlucky part... let's just say she was a huge fan of the Ordinary Brothers. She had a stolen radio and a couple of their posters, and she even heard about what had happened to Liam. In fact, when I walked into the prison cell, the announcer at some station mentioned my name. I gulped, fearing that she knew who I was, but she didn't.

I thought I was lucky, but my new prison mate came to find out on the next day.

That was how my awful week began.

Sure, I could complain about the horrible food, but I didn't mind it. I was too stunned by the events that had led me being in prison. What made things worse was that every person in the prison station found out who I was and were angry with me. They knew the boys; most of them were their fans.

To recall in pure disgust, I had heard some say they wouldn't mind sleeping with them. I also remembered them asking me why I would try to kill a music prodigy.

Then that was quickly followed by a beating I would never forget.

I could have decided to fight for myself, which I did.

Worst mistake ever.

Many of the women knew how to fight, and one could imagine what followed.

To summarize because I would hate to delve into the memory second by second, there was hair pulling, kicking, and a lot of punching.

Seriously.

I recalled the awful swellings on my stomach, the awful pain I experienced when my head was bashed against hard surfaces time and time again, and the insults hurled at me. I even learned new ones and added them to my own personal dictionary.

Bitch.

Cunt.

Pussy.

Asshole.

Slut.

You name them.

And what the hell did I do? What would one do when they found themselves in such a situation?

Well, I did the only reasonable solution.

I accepted them.

I accepted everything the women did to me. It was no use struggling with them because they would do worse things to me. I allowed their beatings. I allowed their insults, and I began believing I deserved them. The beatings were so bad, I even wondered why I hadn't died yet.

I wanted to. I really wanted to. I wanted my pain to go away. My pride was lost, I had no friends, and I had nothing left to live for.

And so, that was where I found myself, lying on my bunk bed while thinking about killing myself. It would have been so easy. I wouldn't have had purple eyes, a broken nose, broken wrists, cuts and bruises on my body.

The worst part was I couldn't even use my magic! I tried when the beatings started, and that was when I knew.

My powers were deactivated.

It was ironic. I was a crystal, and yet the rulers of Crystalia had the power to control my magic.

At first, I had believed it was my emotions getting the better of me again. When I tried after the beatings, I knew for sure I couldn't use my powers.

Why would they do that? Did they even know what happened to a person in prison? Did they even know that everyone had to fend for themselves and be ready for anyone to attack?

Did they hate me that much to do that?

Then something clicked in my brain. I replayed the memories of the last two months. They all revolved around Bianca, sure, but those who were with me should have known that she was bad. Why didn't they see that? And why were they quick to place the blame on me? In fact, why did Bianca hate me? Why did she go through so much trouble to have me hated? Why didn't Selena, Justin and Erick visit me? Why didn't the Queen visit me? Why didn't they come to bail me out?

I thought they knew me. I thought I was family to them. I thought...

I thought wrong.

I was suddenly tired. I was so tired of all the repeated moments of sadness. Pitying myself, crying, blaming myself and accepting everything the inmates did to me... I was tired.

What did I do wrong? Was I not that likeable? Did they hate me?

All those questions that led me to believe I was the problem...

I was so fucking tired.

And so, at the moment, I stopped crying. There had been an emotion that was trying to push through. I had been holding it back for the whole week, and I realized it was stupid of me to do so.

I let the emotion take control of me, and I allowed myself to be angry.

I replayed the events that had happened that led me to be without anyone. Instead of crying, I got so angry.

I was angry with everyone I knew. No one had