3 Chapter three- Meds .

Even though I'm in a another time line and don't know if I'll ever return back to my own, even though I'm being led by guards into a castle, even though my shoulder hurts alot.....I feel so empty.

I hate when I become like this. I can't get rid of the feeling easily unless I take my medicine. I usually leave it at home so that I'd hopefully forget that it exists and that I need it because I'm a total reck. I would panic if there was a possibility of someone discovering it.

Because if they did.....questions would begin...

I hated answering them so much because people were always so unsatisfied with your reply especially if they were short. They can't seem to think that maybe I don't want to tell them everything and I'm uncomfortable with the exposure of my mental illness.

I can't help not being sick. It's something I've had since I was a child.

Thankfully I was smart enough to bring them with me. Though I forgot my phone at home instead which I don't ever do since I use my phone excessively and would quickly acknowledge it's absence.

Odd...

"Wear this." Riley hands me a blind fold. I put it on without refusal. It's probably for me to not know of the entrance or the path to exit in case I want to run away.

"Please wait outside. I have to inform his majesty about your arrival." Mitsuki said before entering the Majesty's Chambers.

I didn't want to listen to their conversation but their loud voices were hard to ignore especially when I'm the topic under discussion.

"There is no purpose in meeting a commoner with no memory of who he is. I'd only be wasting my time."

"He's different your highness just-

"Silence. When I say no don't try to change my mind. But....you've intrigued me. Have him wait in one of the guest rooms."

Riley escorted me to a room and locked the door after I entered. I stared at the golden handle, wanting to pull at it and try to escape but I know my efforts would be futile.

The royal member didn't seem too happy with my presence. Honestly I did not expect all of this to happen nor did I want it to happen.

I reached into my back pocket and took out a wide thin bottle of pills. I glared at the container squeezing it tightly imagining smashing the bottle.

I placed it on a small table beside the bed. I sat down and watched it not wanting to take one, I hate depending on them ...

God I can't forget my first appointment. I still remember how my parents kept telling the psychiatrist about my behavior, it was the first time I realized how unbearable and pathetic I was.

The door opened revealing a black haired man though his hair is short appearing soft and straight, strands reaching his ears and covering his back neck and has bangs that are slightly tall.

His eyes. I couldn't remove mine from his. Gold, a pure golden color with an orange touch like the sunset. They were fierce and gave off his presence.

"Unusual." He says to himself while approaching me. He stands infront of my body so that I have to look up at him, though I don't since the feeling I had increased to the point where I didn't want to do anything and disappear.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head up. He inspects me as if I'm something that might have worth or not.

"What is this dead look in your eyes." He inches his face closer to mine, our eyes still in contact.

He let's go of my hair forcefully so that I hold myself on my elbow to not lay back on the bed.

"Allen do you know where you are?" He asks me and I shake my head. "Do you know who I am?" This time there's a glint in his eyes that made me wonder about his intentions.

I shake my head. He frowns and holds my chin with more pressure than necessary. " Do you not know how to speak?" He retorts.

"No. I do not know who you are your highness." I tell him and he looks at me for a while before letting go.

"This kingdom is Blanchard var Nicaean. I am Francis Nicaean the second prince and heir to the thrown." His tone indicates how proud he is and how stupid he can be. If I were an enemy I could have easily killed him without even having to go to the trouble of searching for him.

"You seem to be uninterested." He scoffs at my look but that is true, well half since I don't care but yet still curious.

He glowers at me and slaps me across the face. I am shocked only for a moment by his questionable and unreasonable action.

"What is wrong with your eyes!?" He yells and slaps me again this time on my right cheek. I would be lying if I said the bitch slaps didn't hurt as fuck.

He pulled me up by my T-shirt which I noticed I was wearing it black and had black jeans on with matching sneakers. The jeans are tight and a bit short so that they are a bit above my ankles.

My mom would always encourage me to go out with my friends, go to party's, sleepovers anything that let's me get out of the house...sometimes I would feel like they just want a break from me since I'd stay months at home just going to school and returning back to my bedroom.

She told me that I need new clothes because I'm getting taller but I refused. Well I am a bit embarrassed by the pants but I recall these kind of pants are in style, there short size.

The shirt is short sleeved but I wear under it a a white long sleeved shirt that has black strips.

I remain still in his pull, my face only seems to displease him more. A knock sounded from the door. "Your majesty the Duke asks for your presence." I heard Mitsu's voice inform.

His royal ass highness tsks and throws me away so that my body collides with the wall and floor. He exists the room without another word.

I rub my cheeks and sit up, my back to the wall. I feel like laughing at how pissed he was at my blank face, I can't help being like this but I actually enjoyed his stubborn anger but not abuse.

I reached for the bottle and opened the lid. The pills are yellow of 100mg, I used to take blue 50mg but since it's major and severe I had to take a higher dosage. I swallowed it and closed my eyes. The heavy weight on my heart and the clashing emotions within me started to cease.

"That bastard, just because he's a royal doesn't mean he can act like an asshole." I mumbled to myself feeling irritated suddenly. My emotions are more clear now thanks to those pills.

Someone knocks and opens the door not waiting for my permission to enter.

"Why are your cheeks red?" Riley questions. I get off the ground without telling him why and fix my clothes.

"You're going to stay here."