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^20 years Later^

Marietta P.O.V

My feet were hurting but I ignored the shards of pain and continued running. I was fooling myself because you couldn't escape the darkness. But I had to try even though I had no idea where I was or where I was going.

I was just running.

There was an unknown fear in my mind and my heart was pounding so hard, I feared it would jump out of my chest. Something was not right to me neither that place had any sense.

My heartbeat was fast as if not faster than my steps. I ran, ran, ran, ran and ran but it was all in vain. It didn't matter how fast I ran because I was reaching nowhere. I was still standing in pitch-black darkness. I couldn't see anything. There was nothing to observe that gave you a description of that place except darkness.

I was scared, God damn scared. This place was full of darkness. I hate darkness. But still, I was just running. I took more fast steps, rapidly, quickly, and fastest, as quickly as I could.

I couldn't see a single thing over here and I was just running. Why the hell was I even running? I didn't know. Why was this place horrifying me? I didn't know. The only thing I knew was that I had to run and got out of the darkness as soon as possible. Again why? No one knew.

That darkness was hunting me. My whole appearance was trembling due to these haunted feelings. Sweat drops as thick as liquor was falling on the sides of my head. Then, here it came again...

The sound, which always froze me in my spot rendering me immobile. Its rhythm was as same as always and had the same effect as ever. I stopped in my spot, unable to move.

My heart was ticking like a bomb as it would explode anytime. My breath was harsh because of adrenaline. I tried to move, I tried to run again but all in vain. I felt entirely under the control of the rhythm of the music.

Unable to move, with heavy heart, uneven breath, and too much frustration...

"Ahhhhh!" I SCREAMED!

My body was covered in sweat drops as if, I just had a shower and my breath was overwhelming as if, I was really running a marathon. In a quick movement, I shifted in a sitting position and peeked at my surroundings suspiciously.

From the Murano glass chandelier that was hanging down the ceiling to the wool Berber carpet including all the other expensive things of my room that my mind couldn't register yet, was at the right spot. I looked at the thing I was sitting on; my king-sized bed.

"Again..." I gasped. I wiped the sweat off my face as I hopped out of bed and stretched my body. After checking my phone for any messages, I trudged towards the washroom for a long relaxing shower to calm my nerves but it did very little to help.

It doesn't matter I was just awake because that nightmare felt like a reality to me. It always scared the hell out of me. Every time it was just pitch-black darkness, me running like a mad person and then, waking up screaming and panting like I was indeed stuck in between never-ending darkness.

The worst part was the music. As I was a music lover who could play all musical instruments all day long without getting tired. But that music felt like something else...

Something I couldn't explain in words...

I wrapped a white fluffy bathrobe around my body and walked towards my closet. I hate that part of picking a dress especially when there were tons of dresses staring at you to be chosen today, it was damn tough. I grinned at my childish thought.

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