The last person who actually told me the truth was my father with his dying breath. As I held onto his hand, begging him to stay, he spoke in a gruff voice, “Alas, never trust a survivor.” He had warned me and he clutched my hands firmly as if I was a child again, “until you find out what they did to stay alive”.
His smile awakened memories long forgotten; I recall sitting on my father’s lap, watching the snowdrops bloom when the lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. My mother, laying in ten shades of agony, her eyes were every shade of the sky enthralled from dusk to dawn; her eyes shut into a deeper place to cope, it sunk into a tone of something so deceased it sent shivers down my spine.
The eerie, segregated darkness of that night would never abscond my memory.
I have been locked up for 315,619,200 seconds, 5,260,320 minutes and 3653 days. I have nothing but a book and an antique music box to keep me amity. Soldiers stand unwillingly beside my chamber, sudden footsteps steadily creaked on every step of the stairs leading to my chamber, a soldier peeped out as his face turned blankly speechless. The chamber door handle turned slowly. My hair stood on an end, a chilling shiver raced down my spine as if they were daggers sinking onto my back and a lump came to my throat.
It was him
“I told you I need to see her”
The air turned black all around me, my heart skipped a beat I desperately yet silently gasped for air yet it refused to enter my lungs. His arms, a sea of ink, half sleeves to his elbows, icy grey eyes, dark brown hair.
“Bu- p-prince William” a soldier muttered with his tongue-twisting into a thousand knots as he stood before him
When our eyes meet a wave of memories surges with the power of a hurricane. As much as I tried to hold it in, my walls just subside, tears run down my face like a water dam and I don’t hesitate to look away.
“ I’m sorry” he reluctantly muttered.
“You’re sorry?” I exclaimed with fury tearing through the chambers of my heart.
‘Sorry for what? That your father locked me up because I was born with the power to see the truth, just because your family has a dark past and lethal secrets does not mean you have to punish other people for your mistakes’
‘Don’t talk to me.’ I mutter into thin air as if I were speaking to a ghost.
He lifted his right eyebrow arrogantly not knowing what to say.
He heard me.
My heart twisted and sunk with nerves as I looked blankly at him. Being with William is like resting in a house while war rages outside, all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save me. He smirks but he’s not smiling and I want to cry, my eyes desperate and terrified darting towards the stairs that I’d climbed so many times as a child I’d lost count.
The way Prince William walked out made me cogitate 1000 thoughts at once, my mind was a surging perplexity. I felt lost in his lies, mixed feelings coursed through me; I felt oddly buoyant because finally after a decade someone finally took a second to look at me. As my consciousness receded, my mind went into a dark void, swirling with the beautiful chaos of thoughts.
He walked like a soldier, eye’s hard, moth set in a grim line, sweat drenched my skin, I could hear the thumping of my heart against my chest. I glance around trying to understand what was happening. William motions his hands to his back pocket and takes out a dilapidated, dusty black box, the box belonged to my grandparents, my beloved grandfather gifted the box to my grandmother after they got married to indicate how their relationship was rooted like the present, the box was covered in brown leather lined with an ancient seal. William nodded in agreement, and I used my necklace key to open the box.
Smog coated my ever so delicate pupil and everything went black – I could drown in this air, suffocated from the humidity. I fluttered my eyes open as I witnessed the scene of optimism. I felt trapped as if the chains of misery had sunk into my soul. People had deep curves on their lips, their smiles causing a million memories to urge through my mind. Happiness was something elevated, every person with their heads up bustles of summer; delectation percolated through them.
William appeared in the crowd, for a moment I stopped reasoning. My thoughts trundled through my brain recalling malignant secrets as he hurtled towards me. With a cold hand, he clutched my red fist and I felt numb, my world turned dull and all I could hear were whispers. His power, as strong as a black hole, my heart throbbed with fear, a single tear slid down my face and I could feel the hairs on my arm raise as it trembled on my sides. His eyes were narrowed-rigid and cold. His deadly stare felt painful, like a knife piercing my heart.
The power in me was emancipated.
If he wants battle then I will give him war…
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