Knight in Another World (Complete) - Chapter 49：Lonely

After storming into her room, Sherry buried herself into her sheets. Her muffled cries could faintly be heard echoing in her room, as she wept out her anger and sorrow.

Perhaps after she was done being emotional, she would realise that she had overreacted but Sherry couldn’t help it. She was already pretty upset because she was grounded and also held a grudge against her parents for practically never being around. She bottled up all her emotions and never confronted her parents about them because she was aware that they were busy with their job and couldn’t help it.

Even so, it was really too much for her. She was randomly stranded into a foreign world that seemed to only exist in dreams and stories and was forced to live there for two years. Not only did she have to learn their language from scratch, she also had to make new friends and live without knowing when or if she was ever going to go back to her original world and see her friends and family ever again. And though Diva was beautiful and fun to be in, it was constantly enshrouded in danger, both hidden and in the open. She spent the two years homesick, stressed and lonely, feeling that she didn’t really belong anywhere. If it weren’t for Dylan, Sherry thinks that she might’ve have died or gone insane.

So, when she returned home after a traumatic death, Sherry felt like her world was thrown into a tornado. She felt disorientated and that she was the only person who could understand her, it was incredibly lonesome, like she was going to go crazy and mental. It was only due to Janine’s support that she was able to get back on her feet and function as a normal human being. And again, her parents weren’t there to help her when she needed them the most. Their absence gorged a hole out of her heart, leaving a sense emptiness and supressed pain.

Sherry originally forgave her parents after Dylan had convinced her to cherish them and she acknowledged that her situation was out of their control but she couldn’t handle it anymore. The suppressed anger from being lonely and neglected exploded all at once and she unintentionally yelled at her parents even though she was the one in the wrong.

Sniffing and wiping her tears, Sherry felt like she had become one of those spoiled brats who would yell at their parents about every little thing. She shivered, detesting even the thought of it. Then the guilt sank in. How could she yell at her parents like that when they were only worried about her, concerned for her well-being?

‘No!’ She shook her head. Their words echoed in her mind once more. ‘They were only concerned about their own reputations, they didn’t care about how I felt! They never cared about my opinion.’

Her useless and flimsy pride prevented her from apologising and admitting her faults. It made her feel that she was a loser if she did, that she was wrong (she is), and they were right (they are).

Sherry stubbornly fought back against her desire to apologise. She convinced herself that were she to step out of the door, her parents would have liability to do whatever that wished with her. They would exert even more control on her, not even allowing her to live by herself.

Sherry wrapped her blankets around her even tighter, sniffing. She sighed and suddenly Dylan’s image surfaced in her mind. He was smiling gently like usual, his bright hair and kind eyes like the sun, radiating warmth and light. Dylan in her mind, reached his hand out and gently pat her head. His smile deepened and he whispered to her words of comfort. “It’s okay. Everything will be alright.”

Her body inadvertently relaxed and Sherry felt herself letting go of her turbulent emotions, falling into a deep sleep. Her sniffing was replaced by calm and soothed breathing, bringing back the tranquillity.

The next morning, Sherry woke up with a bloated face and swollen eyes. She had a long sleep, sleeping for almost 10 hours so despite her annoyance, she still woke up feeling refreshed. After confirming that her parents were still sleeping, Sherry crept out of her room and snuck into her bathroom. She quickly washed up and took a shower, relishing in the clean feeling. Sherry also crept into the kitchen and grabbed some food in order to ensure that she didn’t run into her parents. She wasn’t prepared to see them yet.

All she had to do now was kill time on the internet until she was feeling better and was mentally and emotional fit to speak to her parents. Sherry surfed the net on her laptop and streamed some shows when she felt someone approach her room. The presence dawdled at her door, walking back and forth, hesitating to knock.

Sherry felt her chest squeeze with tense nerves. She felt nervous and stared intensely at the door. Finally, the figure stopped pacing back and forth and directly left the premises of her room. Sherry sighed, not sure whether from relief or disappointment.

As she went back to surfing, noon approached and Sherry heard melodious chirping coming from her window. She ignored the noise, turning the volume of her laptop up to drown out the sounds. The chirping grew louder, impatient and annoyed. Sherry was also annoyed, the drama was getting to the good part now, she wanted to know if the female lead was finally going to confess. Urgh, so annoying!

Sherry turned her head to the window to find the source of the disturbance. Instantly all her anger melted into a puddle of, awwwwww. Standing on her windowsill was a little white and green bird. It’s feathers glittered in the sunshine, blue beady eyes looking like the ocean. The bird was a perfect balance of nobility and cute, it was exotic and adorable.

“Chirp!” The little bird sang. For some odd reason, Sherry felt herself drawn to the bird, her eyes unable to move away from it. She got out of bed, not even bothering to pause her drama and walked to the window as if mesmerised.

The bird chirped in return as if it could understand her. It flew up, flying in the air as if it was performing for her, demonstrating its beauty and talent.

Fir: You have good eyes! As expected of Lyn’s lover!

Sherry didn’t know what Fir was thinking and giggled at his antics. She opened the window, wanting to hear the beautiful singing clearer.

Fir landed on her windowsill again after seeing that Sherry had opened the windows. He wanted to go inside but a stupid and annoying barrier was in his way. A wire mesh, designed to keep bugs out was still blocking him, not allowing him to go in. Fir was annoyed. Sherry obviously opened the window so he could go in, so how could this thing block his way?

Fir closed his beady eyes and concentrated really, really, really, ultra-hard. He envisioned himself becoming intangible, like wind itself and transformed into his spirit form. Fir didn’t like this form, because he wasn’t as cute and was just some see through bird.

While Sherry was still processing what was happening, Fir hopped through the wire mesh and casually strolled into Sherry’s room, chirping with pride. He undid his transformation and was tangible again.

“What the?” Sherry muttered. “Spirit beast?”