This time, there was no drifting away in a shapeless space. My eyes opened so fast as if the time between me unconsciously falling asleep and now, hasn't ever existed.
The doctor kept his promise. My body was lying down on the bed in the same room that was told to be mine. I just wonder if all of the rooms look like this? This could be anywhere.
"So, we're getting out today, huh?" — I told myself, while attempting to stand up from the soft bed. The mark around my waist, it stung less than before.
Running away from this hell of a strangled place with them only waiting to use me when the best time comes. When I try to find the path of my own, a road which I can take to achieve something worthy. Something that I've been keeping up with my life, struggling to stay alive.
The precious life of mine, being risked just like that. Because I allowed others to do so.
I won't. I can't anymore.
The strength has seemed to come back to my body. I hesitantly went up to the mirror that was hanging on the wardrobe in my room.
My image in it was less or more still messy. My curly hair seemed not to be washed in ages, gathered in unaesthetic clumps. The bags under my eyes were the color of setting sky, purple, yet with still some warm orange. My crossed eyebrows twitched, as I pulled up the loose shirt from my waist, to see the presence of the wound in its full.
Entangling my stomach like a loop, the mark was pinkish red. Its tiny branches stretching off like lighting on my skin, it divided my body in two halves. The upper one and the bottom. The disgusting sight of it made me hesitant to move in any way. What if my torso splits apart?
I pulled down the shirt nonchalantly and looked for some normal black-colored clothes in the wardrobe.
My brown coat was there like the last time. A weird sense of déjà vu occurred once more... Recently, I feel like if some things are repeating themselves. So strange.
Yet, it was my favorite coat, the one I brought from home. I will take it with me for sure.
...
After putting on some basic dark clothes I found inside, I threw on my coat, and stretched my arms up. My dirty hair hanging before my eyes, it wasn't as disgusting as it looked, but just to ease my pickiness, I tied it with a band I found inside of the drawer. After putting my feet in the urban shoes I found lying in the most bottom shelf of the wardrobe, I was finally complete. Let's fucking leave this place.
But... Where to?
...Is my old place abandoned? Gotten rid of all the things in my flat, no one would come there again, right? Is this being naive? Can I return there safely...
That's... The only place I know.
So... I'm going... home?
I'd rather go there than be caged in the den of the strangers. With him being here... Why...
Bullshit. If I was truly some gifted, chosen one...
Then why just now?
Why did they appear exactly at the moment when my life was turning upside-down shit? I don't understand.
That's why I need to go.
Opening the drawer where I left my photo, I found it there, safe at the darkest end of the space.
Hiding it deep in the pocket I found it, I wanted to make sure that no one except me could lay its hands on it.
Now, it's just a matter of solving the puzzle, which is completing the maze of endless corridors, which honestly I have no idea how can such a net be undetected by the governors. A vast space like this would surely come out in some space scanners, right?
YOU ARE READING
Metropolis of Ashes
Mystery / ThrillerI could see the reflection of my frightened face in his ice ocean eyes. So close, they are even more beautiful, with those long dark eyelashes that won't even move. He won't even blink. I felt the warmness of his close body, and the hot blood that w...
