The Villainess Wants To Go Home

Chapter 58 - Devil that Speaks

I stared at the white ceiling above me for what seemed like hours. It was the same blank walls of hell,

that brought me to the world of the novel.

I lay on the hard cold floor of the room with my legs and arms spread out, staring with an empty mind.I

let out a long sigh of boredom, feeling the dullness of the room circle my vision. "When will I wake up?"

it was getting boring staying here for hours with nothing in end.

I had given up on waiting for something to happen hours ago and just laid on the ground staring into

blankness, counting sheep so I can fall asleep and wake up back in the novel world. I reached 6,890

white sheep's but then gave up because I wasn't getting the end result I wanted.

Sighing again I closed my eyes in hopes of falling asleep this time. I felt like I was in the same position

for no longer than an hour when something spiky tinkled my nose and cheeks.

Filling annoyed, I wiped down my face with my palm. It seemed like it wasn't going away, caressing my

cheeks and nose with a tinkle. I grumbled in annoyance, wiping down my face again.

I had thought things wouldn't have gotten worse when I felt something warm and soft poke the tip of my

nose.

I wrinkled my nose.

There it was again, the soft poke on the tip of my nose. A visible throb appeared on my temple and my

mind telling me to punch whatever was annoying me.

The tickles of the unknown thing and another poke on my nose made me forcefully open my eyes. I

was caught off guard when my eyes met with a familiar pair of icy blue eyes as if they were topaz

staring down at me in confusion.

She had chubby pink cheeks that was noticeable due to her milky porcelain skin and the thing that was

ticking my face was her long wavy silver white hair that hung down her head.

'How come I didn't sense her presence?'

My eye twitched in annoyance when the individual that was looking down at me with confusion written

all over her face was a bratty kid, bending over to face me.

"You look rather different for a person. Are you perhaps from a far away land?" her English accent was

strong yet for a young kid she was rather formal and polite in her manners.

"Congratulations for stating the obvious, Sherlock" I grumbled mockingly. The brat looked even more

confused before starting to giggle behind her little hand like a graceful noble lady from the 17th century.

"Your funny" an innocent smile crossed her face.I looked to the left then to the right before averting my

eye back to her.

"I don't get how that was funny?"

"But you have mistaken my name, Miss. It's not Sherlock but Diana" she lowered her head in a bow as

she introduced herself.

My eyes widened at the mention of the familiar name. "Diana" I accidentally blurted it out. Little Diana

looked surprised for a second before softening a little.

"So, you are aware of who I am?"

"No, and I'm not planning on to" I sneered.

Diana. Diana. Diana. I know I heard that name from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on it no

matter how many times I try to. It's like the names there but the person isn't, it's too far for me to reach

and grab a hold of.

"May I have the pleasure of knowing who you are?" she asked placing a hand on her chest.

"Hello Diana, my name is **** off and let me be" I consulted in a growl, sneering at her in annoyance

that the brat had the audacity to wake me up.

The little brat gasped silently behind her hand and her expression changed into an angry pout as she

put her hands on her hips. "A lady like you should never use such foul language"

A vein throbbed on my temple, and I narrowed my eyes in annoyance 'This little runt, who is she to tell

me what I'm supposed to say or not.' I wanted to scold her but the motivation of raising my voice and

telling this girl who she's talking to was drained out of me hours ago.

"An annoying little brat like you should be playing with her possessed Annabelle"

She continued to stare at me in confusion which tended to press my buttons. "Listen here you little shi-

brat, stop annoying me and leave me alone. I have better things to do than talk to the likes of you"

"Like sleeping?" she asked placing her index finger on her chin with a tilt of her head.

"Yes, like sleeping"

"But my mother told me that sleeping to much can take away the time that should be used for playing"

there was so much innocence that came from her that blinded my very own eyes. 'God you should

have provided me shades if you were going to introduce something this shiny'

"Your mother is very wise" I spoke in a lazy manner. Her eyes icy blues eyes reflected saddens yet she

held up a fragile yet painful smile.

I felt the rush of guilt storm in my heart when I saw the loss in her eyes. I rose up in a sitting position

and crossed my feet.

the sudden rush of warm breeze brush past me making my hair fly in front of my face caught me off

guard. 'Am I outside?' I scanned my surroundings to see myself in the middle of a garden bed, Greek

looking statues surround me as if they were sacrificing me to the devil Nevertheless everything around

me was so familiar as if I have been here before.

Trying to figure out where I was this time I had forgotten about the little girl until she cleared her throat.

I looked over towards her and saw she was standing in front of me in a light purple frilly dress with

white laces for skirt as it reached her ankles. A little bow was sewed in the middle of her waist as a

finishing touch to her dress. She looked kinda cute, I guess.

The little brat had her hands behind her back like a child who misbehaved and was getting scolded at

by her parents.

I sighed in annoyance shuffling the side of my head.

'Little brat'

I gestured my hand to come to me, she stood in front of me, a lock of silver hair braided into a crown

while the rest hung below and down her shoulders. Diana looked really familiar but something in my

mind was blocking me from knowing who and it pissed the shit out of me.

She realised what I was hinting and hesitantly took a step forward towards me. Approaching me with

caution. When she was a centimetre away, I placed my palm on her head making her lower her head in

surprise.

"Where is your mother buried?" I asked looking into her icy blue eyes. I know what it is like to lose the

person that brought you to the world and protected you from the dangers of the world.

"Why do you ask, Miss?"

I stood up brushing the dirt off my butt. "Let's go give her some fresh flowers"

Diana's expression softened yet I could see the glittering of the tears in her eyes. 'Did I just make a little

kid cry? Please don't cry, I don't want to be responsible for a crying little girl'

"Thank you" a small smile of relief appeared on her face. She sounded like I was the first person who

visited her mother's grave excluding herself.

"Let's go before I change mind" I spoke bluntly stepping over the garden bed, hearing the noisy steps

of the little brat behind me.

Catching up to me my speed, Diana walked beside me her skirt flowing lighting in the breeze.

"I apologise if this out the blue, but may I hold your hand?" I looked down at the little brat who was

suddenly lowered her head with a raised brow. "No" I replied without any hesitation. I'm not a mum or a

nanny to hold her hand neither do I like kids myself.

"I see. That's ok" the expression on her face saddened as she looked down at her feet, following the

steps she took.

'Why are you making me seem like the bad guy'

Diana lead me through the garden, planted with rows of beautiful flowers of all varieties but most of

them were blue hydrangea flowers.

'Must be the owners favourite'

"Can I pick some of these flowers for your mother?" I asked pointing to the blue flowers since I had no

idea where I was supposed to get flowers in this place.

She nodded her head. I bent down then to reach my back pocket for a Kunai, I nearly lashed out to

God when I couldn't feel any of my weapons. 'What is this? An eco-friendly dream'.

I took a deep breath to release the surging anger that was riling up within me. 'No need for the Kunai,

I'll just pluck them out'

One by one I plucked out a dozen of the blue flowers to make a flower bouquet. Sadly, I didn't have a

ribbon to tie the bouquet to hold it in place.

'Whatever'

"You can use this" I saw a pair of little hands with a white ribbon in the middle of her palms, stretch past

my shoulder. "Thanks" I took it without looking back at her.

It took me a while to make it look presentable. I didn't want to give Diana's mother sloppy looking

flowers.

"Alright little brat, let's-" Diana was nowhere in sight. I scanned my surroundings, but I couldn't see her

when suddenly I heard faint cheerful sounds of a little girl.

"Again, Papa, again" hearing this I scowled. 'What the? Did that little brat leave me all alone here to

play with her father? How rude' I huffed, storming my way to the source of the cheerful shouts of Diana.

I split the bushes open with my hands and nearly choked on my own words from earlier.The little brat

was hiding behind a tall triangular pine tree, peeking her head out and looking at something.

"Papa, higher" there was that cheerful voice again. 'Was that not Diana? Then who?' I asked myself as

I made my way to Diana's side.

My eyes widened at the sight of a happy family playing together in the garden behind a giant looking

mansion.

A young handsome blond man dressed in a blue fancy 17th century tuxedo was throwing a brunet little

girl in the air then to catch her. She was giggling happily while her mother who looked stunning under

the garden bench sipping a cup of tea.

The dad reminded me of my father. He would do the same thing to me when I was younger, throwing

me in the air then to catch me while begged him to throw me higher. Daisuke would sulk in the corner

waiting for his turn and my mum would be in the kitchen making snacks for us.

Those time pained me a little, but they are just memories now nothing more. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Why can't father play with me like that?" I heard a voice crack coming from Diana. Looking down I

could see her clenching the tree tightly and water droplets splattering the green grass.

"He never played with me. He was just used to tossing me aside and telling me that it was just a child's

imagination. So why, why is he playing with little sister then. Was it all a lie? Was it to keep me away

from destroying his family?" the little brat was crying, mumbling her words so I wouldn't hear her. I

could feel how heart broken she was. The pain in her voice as she watched the person of flesh and

blood ignore her for another.

I looked over to the happy family, feeling my blood boil. 'A child's imagination my ***!' I clenched my fist.

A child has a right to want their father to play with them, it's part of their childhood and growing up.

The devil told me to storm right there and ruin that loving family tell I was satisfied.

"They didn't even bother to show up to mother's funeral even if mother was kind to lady Alice. Not one

single person showed up except for Sir Edgar. They just mocked her funeral."

At this point I just lost my cool. Now I know why I didn't have my weapons with me.

"Huh? Where are you going?"

I cocked my head back and smiled, confusing the poor little brat. "I just wanna say hi"

Making my way to the family it concerned me that they paid no mind to me and continued what they

were doing.

"Oi, you fucking **** head!" I yelled to get his attention, but I stop in my tracks and stood there frozen in

shock when he didn't even respond to me or look my way. Neither the woman nor child. They just kept

playing

"Can they even hear me? or" That's when it hit me.

'It's seems like I'm nothing but thin air to them' the sudden thought made me smile maliciously.

"OHOHOH~ this is going to be fun"